Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 243

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Chapter 243
“I will give you your orders a little later. For now, wait.”
My brow furrowed deeply.
This arrogant bastard.
He was Hyeon Seol-rin when he was at the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, but this is the heart of the Central Plains.
How dare a mere lackey of the Five Energy Harmonizing Origin speak to me like this.
Ignoring Baek Mu-jin, who was about to flare up, Seol Woon-hwi shifted his gaze toward Jang Cheon-woon.
“I gave you a chance, but it seems it didn’t satisfy you?”
“…Seongchakju is ours. You have crossed the line far too much and dared to try to control me. I have no intention whatsoever of serving under a green boy like you….”
“Does the moment you were defeated by me torment you so?”
“….”
“How pathetic. Everyone here, including you, was once weak. Have you forgotten those days now that you’ve grown strong by stepping over them, gaining power in a region and wielding authority?”
“…What are you trying to say.”
“In those weak days, you must have suffered many defeats. Each time, you rose again. But look at yourself now. A little damage to the power and honor you’ve gained, and you won’t even acknowledge the facts you should accept—you’re thrashing about like a cornered animal. It’s truly pathetic.”
Jang Cheon-woon didn’t realize that his clenched fists were trembling violently.
This time, Seol Woon-hwi’s gaze turned to Shin Na-yeong, the leader of the Fragrant Group standing beside him.
“And what is your grievance?”
“…I don’t want to give up the authority of Seongchakju.”
“Give up…. I acknowledged your authority as it was and had no intention of removing you, yet you speak as if I’ve stolen it from you.”
“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do eventually?”
Seol Woon-hwi chuckled softly.
“That it isn’t—you know it and I know it. Why can’t you be honest now that things have come this far?”
“….”
“Ihwageomseonchong must have presented a new organizational chart for the Seong Jak Alliance. Perhaps I won’t die. After subduing me, you would place a leash around my neck. For example, poison….”
Seol Woon-hwi shook his head as he spoke.
“No, it couldn’t be merely poison. It would be something that binds. At minimum, something of Martial God Grade or higher. You would turn me into a puppet with that, use me as a shield, and divide the profits with Ihwageomseonchong. Not just you, but Nak Hae-wang standing beside you as well.”
At this insight that seemed impossible, not only Shin Na-yeong but everyone present swallowed hard.
How does he know everything without even looking?
How is this possible?
“I will give you exactly one chance. Cut down the throats of those standing beside you right now. Do that, and you will live.”
Jang Cheon-woon scoffed, while Nak Hae-wang and Shin Na-yeong silently drew their weapons.
“I gave you a chance clearly. It was you who kicked it away, so don’t complain about your fate.”
Seol Woon-hwi quietly.
Kicked the stone monument in front of him with his foot.
The moment the monument crumbled.
Paaaaaaang—!!
A massive, invisible barrier enveloped the entire Cheon Ryong Palace.
Everyone, including Baek Mu-jin, was shocked.
It couldn’t be helped.
Though countless formation techniques existed in the Murim, there was no formation technique that created a barrier this enormous.
Baek Mu-jin quietly drew a hidden dagger from his sleeve and hurled it outward.
Clang!
It struck something—a barrier of some kind—and the sound of steel colliding rang out.
Baek Mu-jin’s mouth fell silent.
In that brief instant, he understood.
‘…My internal energy… won’t obey me.’
That was it.
When he’d thrown the dagger just now, he’d channeled his internal energy into it, but the moment that energy left his dantian, it had stopped dead—only the dagger flew forward.
‘…What kind of formation technique is this?’
If it were merely restricting qi, he could break through it easily enough.
It was then that Baek Mu-jin’s fingers brushed against the blade in his sleeve.
Uuuuuuuung—!
A deafening roar erupted across the entire courtyard, and the energies surging up from all eight directions began to twist together in a frenzy.
From the north came an icy blade’s chill; from the south, hellish flames; from the east, the destructive force of thunder and lightning; from the west, the devouring qi of a swamp—all converged at once.
And all those energies twisted together at the center, forming a massive vortex.
‘This is insane…!’
Not just Baek Mu-jin, but every martial artist who had entered panicked. The internal energy within their bodies had begun to rampage uncontrollably.
The qi that should have flowed naturally was now trying to reverse course entirely.
Energy that should have risen from the dantian toward the heart surged toward the head instead; qi meant to extend through the limbs was drawn upward.
“Gaaaahhh!”
“What—what is this!”
“Leader!! My internal energy won’t respond!!”
The panicked martial artists screamed. Some spat blood from their mouths; others collapsed to their knees.
But Seol Woon-hwi and Manager Seong were different.
Both of them already understood the formation technique’s effects perfectly. They reversed the direction of their internal energy’s flow and circulated their qi in a manner entirely unlike their usual methods.
-It’s the half-mark. Once the half-mark passes, you must immediately withdraw your energy and return to this place.
Manager Seong nodded at Seol Woon-hwi’s transmission, drawing a hidden dagger from each side of his waist.
It was seamless.
Tremendous killing intent exploded from both their bodies.
As if by agreement, Manager Seong moved left while Seol Woon-hwi moved right.
Shhwik—!
Something shot skyward from Baek Mu-jin’s right side.
It was the head of Nak Hae-wang from the Iron Ship Hall.
His body remained standing in place, but his head flew into the void.
Blood sprayed like a fountain.
Shhwik—!
The same thing happened right beside him. It was Shin Na-yeong of the Fragrant Group.
Her head, too—bearing the strength of the Harmony Realm—separated from her body and shot skyward.
‘When… just when…?’
Baek Mu-jin swallowed hard.
I could see Seol Woon-hwi’s movements as he charged from the front, but I couldn’t perceive Manager Seong’s.
I’d heard he’d ascended to the Divine Transformation Realm, but was this truly his extent?
He was no ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator.
In the next instant, the head of a Harmony Realm martial artist dispatched from Ihwageomseonchong soared skyward.
Before I could even judge that I needed to respond, a sharp whistle of sword wind reached Baek Mu-jin’s ear.
He drew his sword and blocked it.
Kwang—!
A violent explosion echoed as Baek Mu-jin’s body slid sideways.
His hands tingled.
It was Seol Woon-hwi.
The destructive force contained in this insolent bastard’s blade had driven him back.
It was absurd and bewildering.
What in the world—
“…What formation technique is this?!”
“I’ve asked all the questions I needed to ask and given all the answers I needed to give. I will kill you, and I will kill Jang I-cheong, and I will destroy Ihwageomseonchong.”
“…You mad bastard, can’t even distinguish what should and shouldn’t be said….”
He jerked his head back in panic.
In an instant, Seol Woon-hwi’s sword grazed his cheek.
Swish—!
Along with the cutting sound, severed strands of hair scattered to the ground.
He’d evaded the first strike, but that was merely the beginning.
A barrage of Seol Woon-hwi’s sword strikes rained down consecutively.
Seeing the cold energy swirling in all directions, it was unmistakably the Absolute Ice Return to Void Sword from the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows that he’d only heard rumors about.
He gritted his teeth.
Kwang—! Kwang-ang—! Kwang-ang-ang—!!
After blocking three sword strikes and preparing a counterattack, Baek Mu-jin’s back foot suddenly sank.
The depth was merely three centimeters, but in that brief moment, his balance shattered.
Thud—!
Seol Woon-hwi’s Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom embedded itself in Baek Mu-jin’s left shoulder. As it sliced sideways, his left shoulder blade split cleanly.
“Ugh….”
The pain flooding through his left arm was secondary—it wouldn’t move.
It was as good as severed.
“You… bastard—!”
He drove his leg forward.
Whoosh—!
As it struck Seol Woon-hwi’s abdomen, he slid backward.
He immediately abandoned his position.
Internal energy surged from his legs.
He was indeed a Divine Transformation Realm martial artist.
In grasping any phenomenon, he could reach conclusions faster and more accurately than anyone else present here.
This Formation Technique reverses the qi circulation of everyone inside it.
To use Internal Energy properly, one must reverse the direction of its flow.
It is not easy, but what can a person determined to survive not accomplish?
Any Martial Artist would be thrown into panic, and Seol Woon-hwi seized that opening perfectly.
But this is where it ends.
The sword gripped in his right hand slashed across Seol Woon-hwi’s cheek.
Swish—!
Blood sprayed into the air.
He immediately shifted the blade’s angle and struck downward.
Swish—!
Seol Woon-hwi’s right shoulder was cut open.
Then his left thigh, and moments later, his ribs.
The qi circulation was imperfect, making it difficult to execute proper Martial Arts.
But that was fine.
Now was the moment.
Baek Mu-jin’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
His shoulder swung with tremendous force.
Crescent Moon Slash Technique.
From his sword flowed an aura cold as moonlight.
A sound like tearing air pierced through the space.
His sword strike then split like three moons dividing before flying toward Seol Woon-hwi.
The first Sword Light aimed at the neck, the second at the heart, and the third at the Dantian.
A brutal and merciless sword technique that targeted three vital points simultaneously, rendering the opponent unable to resist—that was the Crescent Moon Slash Technique.
A cold smile appeared at Baek Mu-jin’s lips.
Though he had lost his left arm, he harbored no doubt about victory.
A fantastic technique targeting three lethal points at once. No matter how exceptional Seol Woon-hwi was, blocking all three Sword Lights would be….
Clang! Clang! Clang!
But something unbelievable happened.
Seol Woon-hwi’s Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom moved like lightning, blocking all three Sword Lights completely.
‘This… this is insane…!’
Baek Mu-jin was shocked, but he immediately shook it off.
He reversed the qi flow once more and swung his sword.
The three Sword Lights that extended outward each split again, becoming nine in total.
Screeeech—!
They converged on Seol Woon-hwi from all directions.
From above, below, left and right, and even from behind.
The second variation of the Crescent Moon Slash Technique.
Nine Moon Consecutive Slash.
This time, he was certain he could cripple the man.
But the moment he saw the smile on Seol Woon-hwi’s lips, he sensed something had gone wrong.
“A fine sword technique.”
Seol Woon-hwi swung the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom in a wide arc.
Clang—!!
Four sword lights shattered with the thunderous impact, and as I shifted my body to the side, five more sword lights obliterated the empty space before them.
“…You neutralize the trajectories coming from a fixed space to create an opening for evasion, then render the rest ineffective?”
“You have a discerning eye.”

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