Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 220

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Chapter 220

According to Woon-hwi’s memory, this place was the territory of Woon-guk and the name of one of the main cities that formed the backbone of the Cheon Ui-maeng.

Mae Wi-dong looked at Woon-hwi for a moment and then smiled.

“Now, since everyone has gathered, let us begin our earnest discussion.”

His eyes deepened.

“You have all already heard about the death of Ye Won-je, the former leader of the Cheon Ui-maeng. His death was sudden, and the truth behind it has yet to be revealed.”

Mae Wi-dong’s voice grew heavy.

“The former leader was a pure idealist. He dreamed of a world where there would be no distinction between the righteous path, the path of supremacy, the demonic path, and the evil path in the martial world, and where all martial artists could coexist equally.”

He slowly looked around the hall and continued.

“He believed in ‘martial artist supremacy.’ He believed that all martial artists were superior to common people, and he adhered to the principle of non-intervention, believing that the Cheon Ui-maeng should not interfere in conflicts between them. That was his ideal, and he devoted everything to that ideal.”

Woon-hwi listened silently.

He had already clearly understood Ye Won-je’s philosophy through the bandits he had encountered before coming here.

Ye Won-je’s philosophy was contradiction itself.

“His ideals clashed with reality. In pursuit of equality among martial artists alone, he turned a blind eye to the suffering of common people, and as a result, the Cheon Ui-maeng lost the trust of the martial world.”

He took another step forward.

“Now we must choose. Will we continue to follow Ye Won-je’s path, or will we forge a new one?”

Tension filled the hall for a moment. Some could not hide their discomfort, while others looked at Mae Wi-dong with anticipation in their eyes.

“I propose a new Cheon Ui-maeng. Not a paradise for martial artists alone, but a Cheon Ui-maeng that knows moderation. A Cheon Ui-maeng that protects common people and maintains order in the martial world. A Cheon Ui-maeng where the power of martial artists becomes responsibility, not privilege.”

Mae Wi-dong’s voice gained strength.

“The reason I invited you all here is simple. I hope you will become the pillars of the new Cheon Ui-maeng. The righteousness of O Dae Geom-jong, the versatility of Sa-ma Oe-jong, and the solidity of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace. I believe that when all of these come together as one, we can establish a new order in the martial world.”

The hall fell quiet at his speech. Each person became lost in their own thoughts.

“Of course, this is not an easy path, but currently the Cheon Ui-maeng is in a state where only the shell remains. Among the organizations that belonged to the existing Cheon Ui-maeng, some have turned away, and some are causing problems. The current situation of the Cheon Ui-maeng is that it has reached the brink of dissolution due to internal division. Someone says they will ‘rebuild’ or ‘revive’ the Cheon Ui-maeng, but in fact, rebuilding is the correct expression. The Cheon Ui-maeng exists in name only.”

Mae Wi-dong was truly speaking with all his heart right now.

“External help was absolutely necessary, and the target had to be neutral organizations that did not belong to either the Martial Alliance or the Sichuan Sect. Yes, exactly like all of you.”

It was not wrong.

O Dae Geom-jong, Sa-ma Oe-jong, and the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace were organizations that belonged to neither the Martial Alliance nor the Sichuan Sect.

To extend their influence further in the Central Plains and gain freedom from the checks of the Martial Alliance and Sichuan Sect, joining the Cheon Ui-maeng and becoming the main players in its reconstruction was the fastest path.

The plan Mae Wi-dong had devised was so transparent that its intentions and purposes were crystal clear.

“You must have checked the letter placed in front of you when you were seated.”

Just as the place name Seong Jak-ju was written on the letter placed in front of Woon-hwi, place names were written on the others’ letters as well.

“You will be appointed as ‘Cheonsu-sa (Heavenly Guardians)’ of those places. Your first task will be to establish Cheon-ui Branch Institutes in each region to solidify the influence of the Cheon Ui-maeng.”

Mae Wi-dong looked around the hall once and continued speaking.

“The Cheon-ui Branch Institutes will be regional strongholds of the Cheon Ui-maeng, and at the same time, they will become official branches of your sects within the Central Plains. For example, the ‘Seong Jak Cheon-ui Branch Institute’ will be established in Seong Jak-ju, and this will become the official Central Plains stronghold of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.”

Woon-hwi looked at Mae Wi-dong with interested eyes. This was not simply appointing regional administrators. It was an opportunity to officially expand their sects into the Central Plains martial world.

Mae Wi-dong continued to explain the specific system.

“Each Cheon-ui Branch Institute will be overseen by a Cheonsu-sa, but under the Cheonsu-sa, a Deputy Cheonsu-sa will be placed to handle daily affairs. Also, establish a military organization called Cheon-ui Guards and a council to lay the foundation of the branch institute.”

He caught his breath for a moment and then continued slowly.

“Of course, the above are merely my suggestions. You may establish only the Cheon-ui Branch Institute and organize the subordinate organizations anew. When you each become Cheonsu-sa of your respective regions and take control of those areas, you may color those places with your sect’s characteristics. But do not forget the great cause of the Cheon Ui-maeng. That must be the center. Above all, you may bring trustworthy talents from your main sects to establish the system. That will be one of the ways to raise the value of the Cheon Ui-maeng and revive it.”

It was a plan that was both simple and ambitious. If they normalized their assigned regions and completely brought them under their control, those places would once again become solid backbone cities of the Cheon Ui-maeng, and at the same time become strongholds for their respective sects.

Woon-hwi carefully considered the implications of this proposal. The Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace had no strongholds in the Central Plains martial world. Snow Mountain was isolated by itself, and exchanges with the Central Plains were limited.

It wasn’t for nothing that Woon-hwi had devoured the territory of Yang-je Kingdom, seized Divine Ginseng Valley, and risen to become the governor of Yang Ling-ju.

Snow Mountain.

Although it was classified as a major sect, it could not be called wealthy compared to proper nations, the Martial Alliance, and the Sichuan Sect.

If Seong Jak-ju became their stronghold, it would be an excellent opportunity to expand the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace’s influence into the Central Plains, and they could also accumulate vast amounts of wealth using this place.

Mae Wi-dong opened his mouth again with a resolute tone.

“I will speak clearly in this place. The cities where you will be appointed as Cheonsu-sa were all backbone cities of the Cheon Ui-maeng, but now they are divided, fighting each other and causing problems… Among them, there are organizations that have even been completely destroyed.”

His eyes became serious.

“Please unite them as one through the Cheon-ui Branch Institutes. I will not care what you do in that process. Whether you operate with a dual structure or bring more personnel from your main sects, I will only look at the results, and I will take responsibility for everything that happens in that process.”

Several members of the delegation nodded at Mae Wi-dong’s words. This was an attractive proposal for them as well.

“Let me say again, I will take responsibility for any criticism regarding all measures you take as Cheonsu-sa. However, if you cannot properly carry out your duties as Cheonsu-sa, or if you think you cannot, please tell me in advance. That way we can avoid wasting each other’s time.”

Mae Wi-dong’s eyes darkened for a moment.

Woon-hwi was viewing this entire situation with great interest.

When he first decided to go to the Cheon Ui-maeng, he had thought this: Since he would eventually advance into the Central Plains anyway, it would be better to lay the groundwork in advance.

But he didn’t know he would do it in this way.

Being able to formalize the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace’s advance into the Central Plains through the Cheon-ui Branch Institute was unexpected good fortune.

Yes.

This was a true ‘branch’ in every sense.

Not something embedded inside Snow Palace like Seol-gung Samgak, but something that could advance outside to the Central Plains and maximize Snow Palace’s influence there.

This was worth pursuing even if there were no benefits to gain.

Above all, according to Woon-hwi’s memory, Seong Jak-ju was a city with a massive coastline beside it, and that coastline connected to Jeok An of Yang Ling-ju.

Not only material procurement, but manpower supply would also be no problem.

He raised his head and looked at Mae Wi-dong. Were this man’s intentions noble or not noble?

He didn’t know. He didn’t particularly want to judge.

Whatever the case, what he had to do currently was clear. Since he had come here, he had no intention of returning empty-handed.

Woon-hwi stood up from his seat.

“May I start right away?”

Mae Wi-dong smiled broadly.

“Of course. The Cheon Ui-maeng will provide all the authority and resources needed to establish the Cheon-ui Branch Institutes. Each Cheonsu-sa should gather the necessary personnel from your main sects, and please gather here at Cheon-ui Jeon again in one month for the first progress report.”

“Then I’ll go first.”

Without hesitation, Woon-hwi turned around, and Manager Seong followed behind him.

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The place Woon-hwi and Manager Seong headed to was not Seong Jak-ju, but Byeol Won on the outskirts of Cheon-ui Jeon.

As Woon-hwi leaned against a tree there, Manager Seong asked him.

“Earlier, it seemed like you briefly made eye contact, was that Jeong Chwi-san of Seol Hwa Ma-cheom (Snow Fire Demon Point), right?”

Woon-hwi nodded.

Jeong Chwi-san was the person who had sent a letter through Im Chi-woon of Bing Seol Hak-dang asking to meet before Woon-hwi came to the Cheon Ui-maeng.

The date was today, the place was here.

Manager Seong muttered quietly.

“…I’m thinking we should have brought more people.”

As soon as those words ended, two men were walking over from the other side.

They were Jeong Chwi-san of Seol Hwa Ma-cheom and Heuk Myeong of Cheon Rang Ma-cheom (Heavenly Wolf Demon Point).

As briefly mentioned, the hierarchy system of the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace was very simple.

At the top was the Palace Lord, below him were the Four Great Beast Leaders, then the Twelve Demon Points, and the Thirty-Six Beast Envoys.

The Twelve Demon Points were the beings that formed the backbone of the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace.

Every single one of them had reached the Cheonji Four Realms in martial arts, and in Jeong Chwi-san’s case, he was a man in the middle tier whose realm had reached Joha-gyeong.

The problem was Heuk Myeong.

Heuk Myeong was classified as a leader-level figure of Seol Hwa Ma-cheom, and his realm was Sin Hwa Gyeong.

These two men stopped in front of Woon-hwi.

Heuk Myeong was a man with short hair and a sturdy build, and his gaze toward Woon-hwi was full of interest.

“I don’t think there’s any need to mention Im Chi-woon of Jeok An in this place, what do you think?”

“I think that’s right, senior.”

“Senior…”

“And you may speak comfortably.”

“Ah, would that be alright?”

“Yes.”

“Then I shall do so. Nice to meet you. I am Heuk Myeong of the Twelve Demon Points. This is Jeong Chwi-san.”

“Nice to meet you. I am Seol Woon-hwi of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace. This is the protector of Yang Ling-ju that I manage.”

Heuk Myeong and Woon-hwi’s gazes crossed in the void.

These brief greetings were merely formal exchanges.

How could they not know who each other was?

Woon-hwi sought to grasp everything about the man called Heuk Myeong, and Heuk Myeong felt the same way.

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