Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 244

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Chapter 244
“…You can’t even handle the basics… Fine then. Try dodging this!”
Baek Mu-jin swung his sword with tremendous force.
This time, he poured every ounce of his strength into it.
The secret technique of Hyeonwol Champ: Moon Annihilation Soul Slash.
A sword technique where the moon falls from the heavens and completely obliterates the enemy’s soul—Baek Mu-jin had never seen anyone survive witnessing it.
Crack-crack-crack-!!
This time, a colossal moon materialized in the void.
From that moon, dozens and hundreds of sword lights cascaded down upon Seol Woon-hwi like a waterfall.
Seol Woon-hwi was smiling in this situation.
And he performed an action Baek Mu-jin could never have anticipated.
He drove the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom into the ground.
Thud.
The moment that sound echoed, Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes turned pure white.
Heavenly Snow Domain.
An enormous vortex of cold energy swirled around Seol Woon-hwi as its center, instantly freezing all the hundreds of sword lights that had been pouring down.
Crack-crack-crack—that sound was the shattering of Baek Mu-jin’s martial arts, a warning bell before his life as a martial artist came to an end.
“…Ah….”
This was impossible.
This was truly impossible.
Then it happened.
Seol Woon-hwi drew a hidden dagger from his waist.
The moment he hurled the dagger, Baek Mu-jin twisted his body sharply to the side.
Whoosh-!
It missed.
Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief.
A sinister premonition engulfed his entire body.
Baek Mu-jin’s eyes widened in shock.
Seol Woon-hwi was right before his face.
Baek Mu-jin had been too slow to perceive Seol Woon-hwi closing the distance in a rush.
And he was equally slow to notice another hidden dagger being drawn from Seol Woon-hwi’s waist.
Seol Woon-hwi always carried two hidden daggers.
Having thrown one, it was natural that one remained.
The moment Baek Mu-jin met Seol Woon-hwi’s cold, sunken gaze, he sensed his end.
Flash Void Single Needle Technique.
Seol Woon-hwi’s dagger, moving at the speed of light itself, pierced through Baek Mu-jin’s throat.
“Gack….”
All of Baek Mu-jin’s movements ceased.
It was over.
Doubt crept into his mind.
Was this plan truly perfect?
Seol Woon-hwi’s weakness was undoubtedly his stamina. If Baek Mu-jin, a martial artist of the Divine Transformation Realm, and a hundred warriors rushed at him, there was no way he could avoid being subdued.
Yet a single Formation Technique had changed everything.
The hundred warriors fell into chaos and could not move properly, losing two Harmony Realm martial artists in an instant.
And now he had lost himself.
‘A monster… he’s a monster.’
It was the moment Baek Mu-jin achieved an enlightenment bordering on despair.
Heavenly Net Killing Formation.
A Formation Technique that draws all things toward death through heaven’s net.
Only now did he realize that its name was no empty reputation.
“You’ve been conscious of your chest the whole time.”
Seol Woon-hwi naturally searched through Baek Mu-jin’s robes and pulled out a small container from within.
Upon opening it slightly, a single creature stained crimson writhed inside.
Seol Woon-hwi’s pupils gleamed.
“A Thousand-Year Blood Heart Gu?”
Baek Mu-jin’s eyes asked how he knew, but Seol Woon-hwi had no intention of answering.
Without a word, he twisted the hidden dagger.
With that sound, Baek Mu-jin’s eyes rolled back.
His corpse crumpled to the ground, and after retrieving the dagger, Seol Woon-hwi placed the Thousand-Year Blood Heart Gu into his storage bag.
Whenever the time came, this would prove useful.
He turned his head.
“Ahhhhh!”
Jang Cheon-woon collapsed to the ground, screaming.
His right arm was severed, and everything below his right thigh was gone.
Jang Cheon-woon, whose eyes met Seol Woon-hwi’s, pleaded desperately.
“Help me! Please!! I will devote myself to loyalty!!”
Seol Woon-hwi smirked and turned his back, pulling the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom embedded in the ground.
Then he looked at Jang Cheon-woon again, but his head was already shattered.
Manager Seong, drenched in blood, spoke to Seol Woon-hwi briefly.
“Half-Gak, it’s nearly complete.”
He nodded and left the place, and Manager Seong also left.
While Seol Woon-hwi faced Baek Mu-jin, Manager Seong had dealt with the rest.
There were now sixty-nine corpses scattered across the ground.
As the two moved toward the place where the Formation Technique had first been deployed, Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes twitched.
His gaze turned toward the outer perimeter.
There, Pung Mu-hwi stood with a panicked expression, pounding against the barrier from outside the Formation Technique with his fists.
“Cheonsu-sa! Are you alright!!”
Chapter 3
Having returned to Pung Geom Hall, Pung Mu-hwi rested while receiving treatment for his wounds once more from the physicians within the hall.
Yet his expression was far from pleasant.
There was one reason for it.
Seol Woon-hwi.
I was on my way back after escorting Seol Woon-hwi and Manager Seong to Cheon Ryong Palace, and his final words continued to weigh on my mind.
His instruction to leave the rest to me sounded, in context, like there was still unfinished business.
It was ambiguous.
Could I really afford to rest like this?
An inexplicable unease washed over my entire body, and my instincts kept screaming that this anxiety was no mere phantom.
My body still ached, though.
It felt impossible to stay put.
Pung Mu-hwi sprang to his feet and immediately made his way toward Cheon Ryong Palace.
No one accompanied him. In truth, there was no need.
Pung Mu-hwi’s authority within the Seong Jak Alliance was nearly absolute.
This wouldn’t change even if Seol Woon-hwi became the head of Cheonsu Temple. Being the Pavilion Master leading the three-hundred-year legacy of Punggeom Hall meant exactly that.
Now that I thought about it.
Something felt off.
As I walked toward Cheon Ryong Palace now, and tracing back even further—it had already been a full time period since I returned as the leader of Seongchakju.
A full time period was far from a short span of time.
Yet during that entire time period, not a single person from the Seong Jak Alliance had sought me out.
This wasn’t about challenging Seol Woon-hwi’s authority; rather, most of those belonging to the Seong Jak Alliance were reluctant to have private audiences with him from the start.
Pung Mu-hwi, who had always served as the head, had said he would proceed by listening to the concerns of those within the Seong Jak Alliance and relaying them to Seol Woon-hwi—and he was indeed doing exactly that.
So it made sense for them to seek me out.
Even if not everyone, at least one or two should have come.
Even if not someone of Gate Master rank, at least a Vice Sect Leader should have definitely come.
But.
Why hadn’t anyone?
This was truly strange.
The unease grew stronger.
Cheon Ryong Palace drew near.
I sensed the imbalanced flow of qi first, and then caught the scent of thick blood.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
The interior of Cheon Ryong Palace was surrounded by a massive barrier.
Though I had never witnessed such a phenomenon before, I knew what it was.
A Formation Technique.
The semi-transparent barrier allowed me to see inside, where a considerable number of corpses lay.
I recognized them as martial artists from the Iron Ship Hall, the Fragrant Group, and the Gangcheon Sword Sect. And not far away, a man lay dead with his throat pierced—
His face seemed oddly familiar.
A name flashed through my mind.
Baek Mu-jin, the Heartless Dark Sword of the Ihwageomseonchong.
Everything connected.
Before I could even burst with rage, I saw Seol Woon-hwi and Manager Seong rushing toward the center from within the barrier.
It was certain.
Those cursed bastards had joined hands with the Ihwageomseonchong and targeted Cheonsu Temple.
I struck my palm against the barrier.
“Master Cheonsu! Are you alright!!”
Before those words even finished, I heard Seol Woon-hwi’s voice transmission.
-Retreat at least ten zhang backward immediately.
I hadn’t even answered.
-Now!
Pung Mu-hwi immediately kicked backward. He had created a distance of roughly ten zhang, and just as he was about to take another five zhang back out of caution, it happened.
His foot twisted.
There was no helping it.
Kuuuuuuuuu—!!
With a strange sound, the semi-transparent barrier began to shrink, and soon a tremendous tempest erupted from within.
Qi whirled and churned, again and again.
With a thunderous crash, it scattered into the empty air as if nothing had happened.
Pung Mu-hwi could see it.
Corpses flying through the air and embedding themselves throughout the Cheon Ryong Palace building, and several martial artists landing on the ground with intact bodies.
The spot where Seol Woon-hwi and Manager Seong had stood remained unaffected.
Because of that.
Those two kicked off the ground as if they had been waiting, flew into the air, and landed among the martial artists to slaughter them.
In an instant, four heads flew, and then five more followed.
Pung Mu-hwi did not hesitate.
Though my body was not in perfect condition, my desire to be of help to Seol Woon-hwi was great.
“I will assist!”
After drawing my sword, I rushed at them, and with two sword strikes, I was able to sever the heads of five martial artists.
“Pavilion… Pavilion Master… I am Yang Ha of the Chul Seon Hall. Please spare me… Kugh!”
I thrust my sword into the throat of the martial artist who spoke those words and looked around.
Everything had been settled in an instant.
I approached Seol Woon-hwi immediately.
“What in the world is happening here?”
“It is as you see.”
“…”
“The Ihwageomseonchong’s scheme ends here. Using the Green Forest Sect was merely a deception from the start.”
I swallowed hard.
Then….
“Did you know about this?”
“I did know.”
“…When did you come to know?”
“I suspected from the beginning, but I became certain starting from Gangbuk Province.”
Just as I was about to ask something more.
“Why did you come?”
“…I couldn’t help myself. The anxiety was unbearable.”
Seol Woon-hwi shook his head.
“You’re free to return as you are.”
“…Is there a reason?”
“Drawing a line and calling this ‘my affair’ will benefit not only Seongchakju but you personally as well.”
Pung Mu-hwi’s mind raced furiously.
If he had known about this entire plan, why on earth had he sent Cheon Rak-bu to Punggeom Hall?
“…Ah…”
A single name flashed through his thoughts.
That was it.
He couldn’t afford to lose sight of him in this situation.
There was sound reasoning behind Seol Woon-hwi’s actions. And it was reasoning that transcended mere justification—it was profoundly rational.
“Your expression suggests you understand. Now return to Punggeom Hall. Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet; you shouldn’t strain yourself.”
He gazed at Seol Woon-hwi with a vacant expression.
Did he just say his body hadn’t fully recovered?
From Pung Mu-hwi’s perspective, there was no one in worse condition than Seol Woon-hwi himself.
Even at a glance, his injuries were severe or worse.
At that level, he should require at least a month of recuperation. The fact that he was moving, acting, and issuing commands like this was nothing short of miraculous.
Pung Mu-hwi couldn’t begin to fathom the limits of this man.
“…I wish to verify something.”
“What?”
“Whether my thoughts are correct.”
Seol Woon-hwi withdrew Divine Ginseng Smoke from his robes and placed it between his lips. Manager Seong naturally ignited the flame with his Sammaejinhwa, and Seol Woon-hwi lit it at once.
“Speak then.”

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