Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227

“Purely help? You? Seol Woon-hwi?”

Ham Jang-sik, with a shameless expression on his face, shrugged his shoulders.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t? I’m not one of Gae-bang’s Five Beggars for nothing.”

Frankly speaking, everyone present here was a figure who held their own position of influence.

Yet such figures had gathered in one place just to drink alcohol, which was quite amusing.

“But tell me, what do you think will happen?”

At Ham Jang-sik’s words, Wi Geum-cheon slightly frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t Confucius go to fetch the sect leader of Gangcheon Sword Sect and the hall master of Punggeom Hall?”

Wi Geum-cheon chuckled.

“Well, there seems to be some hidden meaning in your words. Don’t tell me you think the new Cheonsu-sa will bring those two back?”

“Things in this world often don’t go as planned. Even if those two are stubborn in their intentions, who knows what might happen?”

Wi Geum-cheon looked at the other martial artists of the Seongchak Alliance.

They all already knew.

How stubborn Pung Mu-hwi of Punggeom Hall was.

And how cunning Jang Cheon-woon of Gangcheon Sword Sect was.

Those two coming together?

That would never happen.

It shouldn’t happen either. Those two coming here would mean the collapse of the Seongchak Alliance.

“Ha, really. The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is. Those two coming here? What nonsense…”

Wi Geum-cheon trailed off.

At some point, all eyes in the pavilion were directed toward one place. Wi Geum-cheon slowly turned his head and dropped the wine cup he was holding to the floor.

Clatter!

Woon-hwi, covered in blood, was slowly walking toward them.

Behind him, Manager Seong was dragging one person in each hand. More precisely, he was dragging two unconscious people by their hair.

The people in the pavilion confirmed the identity of those being dragged. Having confirmed it, they were now standing there in a daze.

Pung Mu-hwi, the hall master of Punggeom Hall.

Jang Cheon-woon, the sect leader of Gangcheon Sword Sect.

Two big shots of the Seongchak Alliance were being dragged here unconscious.

“This can’t… be…”

Someone’s muttering broke the silence.

Woon-hwi arrived at the pavilion. Despite his blood-stained clothes and various wounds, his gait remained confident.

“Sit those two down and wake them up.”

Manager Seong nodded and seated Pung Mu-hwi and Jang Cheon-woon in empty chairs respectively. Then he lightly pressed their pressure points to restore their consciousness.

“Mmm…”

“This place is…”

The two opened their eyes in turn. After grasping the situation, their faces instantly hardened.

Manager Seong approached Woon-hwi and began examining his wounds. Even while providing simple treatment, worry was evident in his eyes.

Woon-hwi slowly looked around the pavilion. Everyone held their breath as they watched him.

Woon-hwi spoke quietly.

“Seongchak Alliance, now everyone is present.”

* * *

Manager Seong maintained as calm an expression as possible while tending to Woon-hwi’s wounds.

There were places where flesh had been torn away and others that had been cut, but the most serious was his left shoulder.

This wasn’t for any particular reason.

He turned his head sharply.

He could see Pung Mu-hwi with a dazed expression. That damn bastard had done this.

The Bulsu Seal worn on his left hand was a divine object powerful enough for a Five Energy Harmonizing Origin martial artist to block a sword wielded by a Divine Transformation Realm martial artist.

However, there were aftereffects.

The visible wounds weren’t the problem. The internal injuries were the issue. Even with Woon-hwi’s fast recovery, he wouldn’t be able to properly use his left arm for a while—at least two weeks or more.

He gritted his teeth hard enough to make a grinding sound.

What if his own realm had been the Divine Transformation Realm?

Or at least the Heaven-Human Realm?

As if sensing Manager Seong’s thoughts, Woon-hwi quietly patted his shoulder.

“Don’t think such useless thoughts.”

“…Young Master…”

“Manager Seong is a great help just by being by my side, regardless of realm, so don’t blame yourself. The ones who should blame themselves most are…”

Woon-hwi’s gaze instantly sharpened.

“Two idiots who can’t grasp the situation and believe what they have will last forever.”

Literally, two people were stung by those words.

Jang Cheon-woon silently gulped down alcohol, but Pung Mu-hwi was different.

“…Are you talking about me?”

“Do you deny it?”

“…”

“If you do, you’re not human. Or are you?”

Pung Mu-hwi gritted his teeth.

This implied quite a lot.

Jang Cheon-woon was a Body Establishment Boundary expert, and Pung Mu-hwi was a Divine Transformation Realm expert. A Five Energy Harmonizing Origin martial artist subduing these two alone? That was impossible. Normally, one would assume Manager Seong, who was beside Woon-hwi, had helped subdue them.

But looking at Pung Mu-hwi’s reaction now, it was certain. Woon-hwi had subdued them alone.

Everyone’s spines grew cold.

Seol Woon-hwi.

This person was already remarkable just by reputation, but seeing him in person, wasn’t he even more so?

“Will is merely a candle flame before the strong, wasn’t it?”

“…”

“Long explanations seem unnecessary, and Pung Mu-hwi, who could be called the leader of the Seongchak Alliance, seeing that you haven’t noticed, I became certain. That the rest are the same.”

Wi Geum-cheon, whose drunkenness had completely vanished, quietly straightened his attire and asked Woon-hwi.

Very respectfully.

“Cheonsu-sa has been speaking in riddles since earlier. May I now ask about the reason why Cheonsu-sa summoned our Seongchak Alliance?”

Wi Geum-cheon, now infused with courtesy that wasn’t there before, no longer saw Woon-hwi as a youngster.

In his eyes, Woon-hwi appeared as a genius and sage with very deep intentions.

He opened his mouth.

“With Ye Won-je’s death, the Cheon Ui-maeng is shaking, and Vice-Alliance Leader Mae Wi-dong has requested help from various forces in the Central Plains.”

Woon-hwi paused briefly and looked around at the faces in the pavilion.

“O-dae Geom-jong, Sa-ma Oe-jong, and even Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace. Everyone has come to participate in rebuilding the Cheon Ui-maeng.”

“So that’s why Cheonsu-sa came here, isn’t it?”

Ham Jang-sik interjected.

“Correct. I am a member of the delegation dispatched from Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, and I received the position of Cheonsu-sa from the Cheon Ui-maeng.”

Woon-hwi looked alternately at Pung Mu-hwi and Jang Cheon-woon.

“And I received the mission to unify Seong Jak-ju. That’s why I gathered you all.”

Wi Geum-cheon frowned.

“Then is Cheonsu-sa’s purpose to disband the Seongchak Alliance and make this place directly under the Cheon Ui-maeng?”

“Still don’t understand? What it means that O-dae Geom-jong and Sa-ma Oe-jong have entered under the pretext of rebuilding the Cheon Ui-maeng.”

“That is…”

“War.”

At Woon-hwi’s words, the pavilion stirred.

“Massive forces like O-dae Geom-jong or Sa-ma Oe-jong suddenly extending a helping hand to the shaking Cheon Ui-maeng? Do you think they are such benevolent beings?”

Pung Mu-hwi finally opened his mouth.

“Don’t tell me… you’re trying to seize control of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance…”

“You’re only just catching on now.”

Woon-hwi nodded with a cold smile.

“I don’t know what kind of man Mae Wi-dong is. But this scheme he’s orchestrated will be the worst move of all worst moves.”

“…”

“Among the envoy groups sent by the Five Great Sword Sects and Four Demonic Outer Sects, the highest-level warrior was at the Heaven-Human Realm. But surely there isn’t any fool who thinks that’s all there is?”

Several people flinched.

Clicking his tongue, Woon-hwi continued speaking.

“At first, they’ll act cautiously while being mindful of how things are unfolding. Their first objective will be one thing: seizing control of the regions where Cheonsu-sa have been appointed.”

“…”

“If they take these fertile lands and turn them into their own branches, that alone would be profitable, but they’ll try to achieve their second objective from there.”

Pausing briefly, Woon-hwi drained the wine cup that Manager Seong had filled and continued speaking.

“The larger the territory they turn into branches becomes, the more profitable it will be for them. In other words.”

“…It’s only a matter of time. Eventually, after seizing control of one region, someone will move to devour other regions by any means necessary. Above all, when someone makes a move, it will become a signal flare…”

“Exactly. That’s why it will be war.”

Neither Woon-hwi nor anyone else was interested in the glory of rebuilding the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.

Everyone was looking toward only one purpose.

Territorial expansion.

Jang Cheon-woon set down his wine cup and asked.

“Then… what happens to us?”

“The land called Seong Jak-ju is, in a way, the most fertile place among the territories that the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance once controlled. It’s geographically important and rich in resources too. There won’t be anyone who’ll leave such a place alone.”

Wi Geum-cheon’s face turned pale.

“…To the north of Seong Jak-ju is the Mixed Path Demon Flame Palace, to the west is the Black Heaven Demon Prison Palace, to the south is the Suncheon Sword Sect, and to the east is the Azure Cloud Sword Sect… So you’re saying all of them are targeting us?”

“That would be the case. Since I arrived at the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance last, I was appointed to Seong Jak-ju, which would become everyone’s target… but regardless of such things, the Seongchak Alliance will end up fighting something like wars with other regions by any means.”

“…It looks like they’re trying to create a new game board.”

“You see it correctly. It’s a new game board. These territories of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance became a battlefield from the moment Mae Wi-dong requested help.”

“…”

“Just in case, let me tell you this: nothing will change even if you bow down and submit to someone else. By any means, the Seongchak Alliance won’t be able to enjoy its current power and will inevitably collapse.”

“How can that be?”

“You’re making me repeat the same words. They will never hand over a fertile place like this to others.”

“…But while I don’t know about the Four Demonic Outer Sects, the Five Great Sword Sects are those who revere righteousness, so for them to do such things… it’s hard to accept.”

This was a reasonable thing to say, but unfortunately, the person who knew the Five Great Sword Sects and Four Demonic Outer Sects better than anyone else in this place was Woon-hwi.

“Listen well. At first, they’ll act as if they want to join hands with you. Wi Geum-cheon, just as you said, they have built up their reputation, so naturally trust and faith will develop. However, that’s nothing but an illusion. Don’t you have experience accumulated from leading the Seongchak Alliance? In this Murim, everything is decided by strength. No matter how disgusting the acts, if you have power, you can cover them up, and rather package them as righteousness – that’s what Murim is. I stake everything and promise you this. Eventually, you’ll be eliminated one by one, and in your places, puppets of those who will come to dominate this region will take over.”

Woon-hwi raised his wine cup again.

“I don’t consider myself a good person, nor do I think of myself as justice, nor do I consider myself a chivalrous hero. But one thing is certain. You should be very grateful that I came to this Seong Jak-ju.”

“…We should… you mean?”

“I have something like greed, but it’s not for your positions or resources.”

“Then do you want something like protection money… that sort of thing?”

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