Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 206

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Chapter 206

“Ice Soul Poison Master Formula . A poison sect martial art I created over the course of 20 years.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.”

“It’s a martial art that combines the harsh cold of the Snow Mountain with the stealth of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan. Once you master this… you’ll be able to properly make a name for yourself in the Central Plains as an assassin.”

“You’re giving such a martial art to me?”

“It puts my mind at ease.”

Juche placed his hand on Manager Seong’s shoulder.

“And with that level of skill, you’ll be able to serve Young Master Hyeon Seol-rin even better.”

The secret manuals were heavier than expected. Not in weight, but in meaning.

“Is it really okay for me to accept these?”

“You must accept them.”

Juche smiled.

“And remember this. You are now Baekseol Wiryeong-dan’s most precious asset.”

“Commander…”

Juche patted Manager Seong’s back.

“Don’t follow in my footsteps.”

Only after saying that did Juche truly turn away.

Juche’s figure disappeared into the falling snow.

Manager Seong stood there for a while, looking down at the secret manuals in his arms.

All of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan’s martial arts. And even Commander Juche’s heart.

Determination filled Manager Seong’s eyes.

To protect Seol Woon-hwi. And to repay Commander Juche’s trust.

The snow began falling harder, but Manager Seong’s heart was growing warmer.

* * *

Byeol Won, located within Yang Ryeong Ju Headquarters.

Here, a total of five people including Seol Woon-hwi were seated around a considerably large table.

White snow was falling outside the window, and Seol Woon-hwi, who had been quietly watching it, turned his head.

Manager Seong, Yang Woon-dan’s leader Ju So-ah, the two battalion commanders who made up Yang Woon-dan – Namgung Won Yang and Han Mu-rin, and Yang Ryeong’s Grand Manager Han Seok-hyeon.

Those seated around only smiled awkwardly whenever they met Seol Woon-hwi’s gaze.

Ju So-ah was dressed in black clothes with silver decorations.

Though expressionless as always, her eyes were deeper than usual, and Namgung Won Yang wore white robes, appearing as if standing at the boundary between scholar and swordsman.

Han Mu-rin wore martial robes with a red belt, the robes being close to ash-gray, the color of Seol Woon-hwi’s hair.

Though his expression was very stable, everyone knew that with just a little provocation, the sharp killing intent engraved within Han Mu-rin’s body would immediately burst forth.

Manager Seong wore the black robes he always did.

The table was richly set with wine bottles and side dishes, but no one drank or touched the food.

“Tonight is the last night before Manager Seong and I depart.”

Everyone fell silent at Seol Woon-hwi’s words. No one tried to stop his departure. They each respected Seol Woon-hwi in their own way and honored his decision.

They had all accepted that only Manager Seong would accompany him.

There must be reasons for Seol Woon-hwi’s decision.

“From Snow Palace’s perspective, establishing a base in Cheon Ui-maeng’s territory will certainly bring great benefits later. For now, I plan to go and assess the situation before making judgments, but you all know well – grudges form even when unintended.”

“…”

“When it comes to bearing and severing those grudges, there’s no one in Snow Palace who matches me.”

Though Seol Woon-hwi didn’t particularly like gilding his own face, he wasn’t foolish enough to hide obvious facts.

“That’s why I’m going, and though I’d like to take you all with me, unfortunately you have work to do, and furthermore, each of you doesn’t meet my standards. So I’m thinking of giving you homework.”

Everyone’s expressions became momentarily gloomy.

Watching them, Seol Woon-hwi took out three books from his robes and placed them on the table. They were the three sword techniques he had completed with No Cheon-myeong earlier.

“Thousand Flowers Ten Thousand Lights Sword Technique, Blue String Shadowless Sword Technique, Demonic Transformation Extreme Heaven Sword Technique.”

Ju So-ah’s, Namgung Won Yang’s, and Han Mu-rin’s eyes flashed.

“These are sword techniques created to match your characteristics. Ju So-ah, I’ll give you the Thousand Flowers Ten Thousand Lights Sword Technique.”

Seol Woon-hwi handed the first book to Ju So-ah. Her hands trembled slightly as she received it.

“It’s a sword technique that hides sharpness within softness. It resembles your personality.”

Ju So-ah bowed her head deeply. No one saw the moisture gathering in her eyes.

“Namgung Won Yang, I’ll give you the Blue String Shadowless Sword Technique.”

The second book was handed to Namgung Won Yang.

“It’s a sword technique where truth and illusion intersect. It will further elevate the realm of precision you pursue. Most importantly, since this doesn’t contradict the Namgung swordsmanship principles, focus on mastering this.”

Namgung Won Yang received the book and respectfully bowed with both hands.

“Han Mu-rin, I’ll give you the Demonic Transformation Extreme Heaven Sword Technique.”

The last book was passed to Han Mu-rin.

“It’s a sword technique created by understanding the essence of your demonic transformation. This is not a righteous path technique. However, there’s no distinction between righteous and demonic paths in the way of the sword. There are only those who find their own path.”

Han Mu-rin received the book and bowed deeply. Complex emotions crossed his eyes.

“While I’m away, you three must raise your respective realms by at least one level. Can you do it?”

“Yes.”

“I want to see your growth when I return.”

The three nodded simultaneously.

Though Ju So-ah’s case was ambiguous, at least Won Yang and Han Mu-rin had dreams.

Won Yang’s was to kill his uncle Namgung Ho, and Han Mu-rin’s was to destroy Hondo Maryeom Palace, which had framed and killed his father.

Seol Woon-hwi’s teachings were the key that would bring them one step closer to those dreams.

“And Han Seok-hyeon.”

Yang Ryeong’s Grand Manager raised his head.

“Though you’re not a martial artist, you’ve done more work for Yang Ryeong than anyone, and will continue to do so.”

Seol Woon-hwi took out a small box and handed it to Han Seok-hyeon.

“This is the Blue Cloud Records . It’s a compilation of various secret documents and literature. Though not martial arts secrets, it contains the secrets and history of the martial world, as well as various knowledge. It will help your wise judgment.”

Han Seok-hyeon expressed deep gratitude. For him, knowledge was more valuable than any martial art.

Just as Seol Woon-hwi was about to lift his cup.

“…Um, Young Master?”

At Manager Seong’s words, everyone’s attention shifted.

“What about me? Don’t I get anything?”

Ju So-ah burst into laughter, and Won Yang also broke into laughter.

“Manager Seong.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Only Manager Seong is going to Cheon Ui-maeng. On the way there, whether in the carriage or anywhere else, you’ll engage in countless discussions with me.”

“…When you say discussions…”

“What else besides discussions about martial learning?”

Manager Seong blinked. To him, Seol Woon-hwi asked.

“Are you perhaps interested in Buddhist teachings?”

“I’m not… uninterested. But would it be meaningful for me to learn Buddhism at this point?”

“It would be. Since they’re martial arts left by Bodhidharma.”

At those words, everyone’s mouths fell open.

Bodhidharma.

They had reacted to that name.

The Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic that Seol Woon-hwi had obtained from Shaolin Temple’s secret realm recently didn’t contain just the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic alone.

There were various martial arts created by Bodhidharma, and the Spacetime Fist he had used against the Buddha Statue was only a small part.

“Hehe… As expected of our Young Master.”

And though he didn’t say it, Seol Woon-hwi was thinking of elevating Manager Seong to the Divine Transformation Realm this time.

Even until recently, they had continued discussing various aspects of martial learning, but strangely, Manager Seong was always stuck in place.

Just one step from the Body Establishment Boundary.

No, he just needed to advance half a step more, but that wasn’t happening.

This kind of thing does happen to ordinary martial artists.

Even looking at No Cheon-myeong’s case, it wasn’t particularly rare, so it was fine.

He just needed to keep trying endlessly.

If it didn’t work, he’d keep going until it did.

Anyone else might be different, but Woon-hwi’s patience toward Manager Seong would remain unshaken even if the heavens collapsed.

Woon-hwi raised his wine cup again.

“The path to the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance is long, and the mission there will be even more perilous. However, I believe that when everything is finished and we return, Yang Ryeong-ju will have become even stronger.”

Everyone raised their cups and drank together. Deep resolve flashed in Woon-hwi’s eyes.

“Ju So-ah.”

“Yes, General Commander.”

“Protect the Yang Woon Dan.”

Ju So-ah nodded her head.

“Namgung Won Yang, Han Mu-rin.”

Both of them raised their heads simultaneously.

“I won’t stop your personal vengeance. However, remember this. Revenge is digging two graves. Think about what you’ll become at the end of it when you draw your swords.”

Both of them bowed their heads deeply.

“Han Seok-hyeon.”

“Yes, General Commander.”

“Yang Ryeong-ju’s administration and finances are entirely your responsibility. Run things stably while I’m gone, and be especially careful in coordinating the future of Bing Seol Hak-dang, the Main Palace, and relations with the Yang Empire. Can you do it?”

“Of course.”

Woon-hwi looked at the snow falling outside the window.

He had never spoken of this even once.

But he needed to say it at least once.

“Throughout my life, I’ve given teachings many times, but I’ve rarely accepted anyone as my person.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at Woon-hwi’s somewhat unexpected words.

“I’ve raised countless martial artists – those of Flame Qi Four Stages, Four Stages of Heaven and Earth, Five Realms of Martial God – but I never thought of them as my people.”

“…”

“Manager Seong, Ju So-ah, Namgung Won Yang, Han Mu-rin, and Han Seok-hyeon.”

As he called each name, Woon-hwi’s gaze turned to them, and those who met his eyes naturally straightened their posture.

“I may accept more people in the future, or I may not. But you who are before me are clearly my people, your dreams are my dreams, and until the day your lives end, I will protect your dreams.”

Woon-hwi lifted the wine and poured it into everyone’s cups.

“I wanted to say this at least once.”

His sincerity reached everyone.

The drinking session continued for nearly three time periods in a quiet but very warm atmosphere.

* * *

Woon-hwi and Manager Seong stood at the mountain path below, leading two horses.

Their luggage was simple.

In fact, there was no reason for it to be much.

They could just put everything in the storage bag.

Just as they were about to depart after mounting their horses.

Footsteps could be heard from behind.

He turned his head and asked.

“Did you come all the way here to see us off?”

“Seeing you off is one thing, but I just have something I want to tell you.”

It was Ju So-ah. He looked around, but she was the only one there.

“Go ahead and speak.”

“Um… You know about the one-year contract between me and the General Commander, right?”

“Of course I know.”

“And that there are six months left?”

“I couldn’t not know.”

Ju So-ah crossed her arms. The silver ornaments on her clothes glittered in the moonlight.

“I want to hear this clearly. I don’t know what our General Commander plans to do in the future, but do you need me for it?”

“Need… Do you perhaps want to leave?”

Ju So-ah shook her head.

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