Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 210

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Chapter 210

Woon-hwi smiled faintly.

“I’m confident I won’t die no matter what happens, but if Manager Seong acts on his own trying to save me, then even I would have no choice but to get hurt.”

“….”

“So don’t worry, and if things seem dangerous, stay away as much as possible. Understood?”

“…Is that an order?”

“It’s an order.”

“Then I shall obey.”

A man approached Woon-hwi, who had patted Manager Seong’s shoulder.

It was Sa Myeong.

“…Master Hyeon Seol-rin. Thank you for saving my life earlier.”

He nodded his head.

“Be careful from now on.”

“…Yes.”

He thought this was a peculiar person.

He was grateful for being saved, and also grateful for being told it was nothing special like that.

At first he spoke as if suspicious, but then even saved his life.

He truly seemed like a strange person.

As the passage ended, a wide circular space spread out before them.

In the center of the space was a huge pond filled with clear water, and in the middle of the pond was a small island.

A small pavilion was built on that island, and around the pavilion, thirty-six stone columns were erected in a circle, with one character carved on each column.

“It’s Mei Hua Pavilion.”

At Woon-hwi’s words, Sim Mun-ryong’s eyes sparkled.

“Mei Hua Pavilion…? The place where Cheon Hwa Jin-in reconstructed the Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords?”

Woon-hwi nodded his head.

Although all records had disappeared, some parts still remained.

During the Cheonnyeon Jiran period, Mount Hua Sect’s most famous martial art was the Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords.

Even before, Mount Hua Sect’s Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords were famous, but it couldn’t compare to the fame from the Cheonnyeon Jiran era when it mercilessly cut down demons.

The reason this was possible was because the Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords were reborn in Cheon Hwa Jin-in’s hands, and the reborn Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords were so tremendously powerful that they were evaluated as having newly established Mount Hua’s foundation.

The Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords, which had been lower Heaven and Earth Grade, changed to the highest Heaven and Earth Grade, and among them, the last two swords were even classified as Martial God Grade.

There was nothing more to say beyond this.

Mei Hua Pavilion was the place where Cheon Hwa Jin-in sat meditating for a full hundred days to reconstruct the Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords.

It was such a famous place that it became the catalyst for raising Mount Hua’s reputation once more.

Woon-hwi looked around. Since there seemed to be no separately connected path, they would probably have to walk on water, and this water was particularly clear, allowing them to see to the bottom.

Looking carefully below, the stones on the bottom were arranged in plum blossom shapes.

“It seems we need to step on those stones to cross.”

Sim Mun-ryong was puzzled.

“Why did they make it so complicated? This gives me a bad feeling again? Like earlier when things came flying….”

Before his words could finish, a blue light shone strongly from the pavilion on the island and a voice was heard.

-Three Plum Blossom Seals, Unmoving Heart.

With a wavering heart, one cannot reach the truth.

Woon-hwi, who had been quietly pondering the words like before, answered briefly.

“Peace of mind.”

“Peace of mind?”

“Look at the stones on the water. They’re arranged in plum blossom form. The five petals of the plum blossom symbolize Mount Hua Sect’s five elements. We must cross while maintaining the balance of those five elements.”

Woon-hwi approached the edge of the pond and stepped onto the first stone while looking at it.

The moment he stepped on the stone, it glowed blue.

At the same time, one of the stone columns around the pavilion also lit up.

“Interesting.”

Woon-hwi muttered.

“Each stone is connected to the columns around the pavilion. Probably the door to the next gateway will open only after stepping on all thirty-six stones.”

Woon-hwi tried to move his foot to the second stone. But at that moment, a water column suddenly shot up from the water.

The water column swept toward Woon-hwi as if it were alive. Woon-hwi quickly twisted his body to dodge, but the water column continued to chase him.

“Young Master!”

Manager Seong shouted and tried to rush forward, but Woon-hwi raised his hand.

It meant no one should interfere, and everyone present stopped in place.

Woon-hwi stood on the water and breathed deeply.

His eyes slowly closed. The water columns around him surged more fiercely toward him, but Woon-hwi stood without wavering.

“Unmoving Heart….”

He muttered in a small voice.

He let go of everything.

Peace of mind.

An unmoving heart that walks looking only at one thing, regardless of what happens around.

Then the water column that was about to engulf Woon-hwi transformed into plum blossom petals in the air and began to scatter.

Everyone blinked their eyes.

It was truly a rare sight, and Woon-hwi, who opened his eyes, spoke briefly.

“Wu Wei Zi Ran, let go of everything and follow.”

Immediately Woon-hwi stepped on the third stone. This time there was no interference. A column lit up, and Woon-hwi stepped on the fourth stone. Similarly, another column lit up.

There was still no interference.

“…Is he really a monster bastard…?”

Manager Seong glared at Sim Mun-ryong, who was muttering in admiration, and struck his shoulder hard enough to make a thudding sound.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going?”

“…That hurt?”

“So what?”

“…You used to speak casually before, now you’re being formal again? Why are you like this, man.”

He ignored him.

Following Woon-hwi, Manager Seong also began stepping on the stones, followed by Sim Mun-ryong and the Four Brothers.

At least among those here, there were none lacking in comprehension.

Knowing the answer to the problem but not getting it right? Then they should go die.

Without any problems, they arrived at the pavilion, and Woon-hwi, who arrived first, walked into the pavilion.

In the very center of the pavilion lay a manual, with this written on the surface.

Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords.

Woon-hwi silently handed it to Sim Mun-ryong.

“…Aren’t you going to read it?”

“There’s no need to read it.”

At this moment, Sim Mun-ryong was impressed.

“…I haven’t done anything so I feel a bit shameless, but thank you.”

Sim Mun-ryong’s feelings toward Woon-hwi became even more solid, but there was a slight misunderstanding here.

Woon-hwi already knew about the Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords.

Not only that, he also knew the Five Elements Plum Blossom Sword and the Plum Blossom Heart Technique.

And he also knew about the Purple Mist Divine Skill that would appear in the final gateway.

In his previous life, the last survivor had brought out all these martial arts, and at that time they had flowed to the black market, but after going around and around, they eventually ended up in Woon-hwi’s hands.

That’s why he gave it. He had already seen and memorized it.

Then with a rumbling sound, the pavilion shook, the pond water churned, and a new door appeared from there.

The third gateway, that is, the passage leading to the final gateway.

From experience and instinctively, Woon-hwi could tell.

That what would happen beyond there was real.

“Let’s go.”

Woon-hwi took the first step, and the rest followed behind him.

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The next trial was neither a burning world nor a pavilion situated in the middle of a pond.

It was a remarkably vast and magnificent stone chamber.

The ceiling was high, and the floor was made of cleanly polished marble, but what caught the eye most was the massive mural that covered the entire walls of the stone chamber.

“Wow… This is… insane…”

Sim Mun-ryong couldn’t bring himself to close his mouth.

In the center of the stone chamber was a small pedestal, upon which lay a manual glowing with purple light.

“Purple Mist Divine Skill…”

It was one of the supreme internal cultivation techniques of the Flame Mountain Sect, known to have been completely lost after Cheonnyeon Jiran.

If one were to rebuild Mount Hua, there were three essential things needed: Purple Mist Divine Skill, Thirty-Six Plum Blossom Swords, and Plum Blossom Heart Technique.

These three were absolutely necessary, and now Sim Mun-ryong had obtained all three.

“…Hey, how on earth am I supposed to repay this debt?”

Woon-hwi didn’t respond to Sim Mun-ryong’s words.

His attention was focused on the mural.

Woon-hwi began to slowly walk along the wall, examining the mural.

The mural unfolded like a story depicting one person’s entire life. It began with a man cultivating on a high mountain. Plum blossom petals were scattering around him, and Woon-hwi recognized him at a glance.

“Plum Blossom Sword God Cheon Hwa Jin-in.”

Following Woon-hwi, Sim Mun-ryong and the rest of the group also began walking along the mural.

The mural then showed a scene of the Plum Blossom Sword God accepting two disciples. One was a man with a stern and dignified expression, while the other was a man who appeared gentle yet possessed strong will.

Sim Mun-ryong also observed the mural and said.

“Cheong Mun and Baek Hwa Jin-in, the two disciples of the Plum Blossom Sword God, I suppose.”

In the next scene, the mural showed a shocking sight.

The Plum Blossom Sword God was together with people dressed in black robes.

Their clothing bore distinctive emblems.

“…What is this? Isn’t something wrong here?”

It was natural for such words to come from Sim Mun-ryong’s mouth.

A circular shape, and within it, an inverted taiji symbol.

It was a very distinctive emblem, and most people who saw this emblem would react like Sim Mun-ryong.

That was correct.

This was the emblem of the Thousand Year Demon Cult.

“…What the hell is this? Why is the Plum Blossom Sword God together with those Thousand Year Demon Cult bastards?”

Woon-hwi said nothing.

In his previous life, that survivor had said he couldn’t properly see the mural, but he had mentioned one thing for certain.

He had seen a Mount Hua warrior wearing the attire of the Thousand Year Demon Cult.

That was enough.

The mural continued. It depicted a scene where the Plum Blossom Sword God, together with warriors of the Thousand Year Demon Cult, was attacking a village.

Plum blossom-shaped sword energy emanating from his sword was striking down innocent people.

Manager Seong spoke in a low voice.

“Young Master… isn’t this rather serious? At this level, history would need to be rewritten.”

“Well. That doesn’t seem like something I can judge.”

Woon-hwi looked at Sim Mun-ryong.

“What do you think?”

“…”

“Are you still proud of Mount Hua?”

Sim Mun-ryong’s brow furrowed. Wasn’t this the same question Woon-hwi had asked when facing the second trial?

“…Did you know? Is that why you asked that question?”

“I could only guess, but wasn’t certain.”

“…”

“You seem confused, but the mural remains, so let’s continue watching.”

Woon-hwi moved forward.

The next scene in the mural was even more tragic.

A scene of Baek Hwa Jin-in protesting to the Plum Blossom Sword God, followed by a scene of the two pointing their swords at each other.

Afterward, both Baek Hwa Jin-in and the Plum Blossom Sword God lay fallen, and in the final scene, Cheong Mun was depicted receiving a ‘fist-sized jewel’ from the fallen Plum Blossom Sword God.

This was the end.

“The Plum Blossom Sword God performed Donggwi-eojin with his own disciple Baek Hwa Jin-in?”

Sim Mun-ryong spoke as if he couldn’t believe it.

Woon-hwi discovered small text carved beneath the final scene. He lowered his body and read it slowly.

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