Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 276

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Chapter 276
Jin Mu-hyeok rose to his feet and cried out.
“I will do it! I will succeed without fail!”
“Good. A true martial artist must always carry such spirit within them.”
Yeong Woon-seong nodded with satisfaction.
As Yeong Woon-seong stood, Jin Mu-hyeok bowed deeply.
“Thank you, Great One Yeong.”
“Save your gratitude for after you succeed.”
Yeong Woon-seong gazed out the window.
Seol Woon-hwi—truly a fascinating individual.
In all of Murim’s history, none had been quite so destructive.
It was somewhat puzzling.
‘Why didn’t the Origin not bring him into our sect?’
He was genuinely curious.
Why exactly?
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On this day, the Main Headquarters of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance in Cheonsu bore an appearance entirely unlike its usual state.
The vast Cheon Ui Plaza was filled with the most renowned masters of Murim.
In the north sat Ha Cheon-myeong, the Sect Master of Tae Woon Sa and the True Immortal of Cheolsan, with Yu Jeong-hyeok, the First Sage Sword Lord of Gang Seon Cheol Myeong Moon, seated beside him.
In the south, Lee Wi-gwan, the Heaven-Pursuing Single Sword, and Mo Sa-hyeong, the Han Iron Sword Emperor, sat side by side.
In the west, the Wise Sage and the Clear String True Immortal sat in meditation, while in the east, Dok Go-hyeon, the Family Head of the Dok Go Clan, sat alone. These seven men, all masters of Heaven-Human Unity, were known throughout Murim as the Eight Celestial Seats.
In Murim, they held high ranks, possessed formidable power, and commanded subordinates of exceptional caliber. To speak plainly, they were not the sort of people with idle time to attend such gatherings.
Yet they had to come.
What kind of day was this?
It was the day of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance Leader’s succession ceremony.
Mae Wi-dong, who was assuming the position of Alliance Leader, was himself one of the Eight Celestial Seats, and they could not absent themselves when one of their own ascended to such a position.
Moreover, roughly half of those present maintained close relations with the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance under Ye Won-je’s leadership, making their absence all the more conspicuous.
Above all, there was Seol Woon-hwi, the Snow Mountain Demon Lord.
They wished to see with their own eyes this genius who had supposedly created a new realm.
Beyond the Eight Celestial Seats, numerous masters from various sects filled the plaza, yet something peculiar stood out.
No matter how thoroughly one scanned the surroundings, not a single representative from the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace could be seen.
Of course, figures like Ju So-ah, Namgung Won Yang, and No Cheon-myeong were present, but strictly speaking, they belonged to Seol Woon-hwi, not to the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace itself.
This was intentional on Seol Woon-hwi’s part—the moment he took his seat as the leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, he had secretly sent a letter to the Main Palace.
He requested that absolutely no one from the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace be permitted to attend.
This prohibition included not only Hyeon Sim but also Juche of the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan and even the Polar Descendants themselves.
In the end, Seol Jung-cheon had accepted this request.
As a result, rumors were already circulating among Murim’s martial artists that Seol Woon-hwi had been cast out from the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, and regarding this matter, Manager Seong posed a question.
What on earth was he thinking?
Was there any need to go to such lengths?
Seol Woon-hwi offered no answer, and Manager Seong could only pat his own chest repeatedly in exasperation.
In any case, the succession ceremony was being held in a solemn atmosphere.
Mae Wi-dong stepped forward before the Cheon Ui Great Hall.
He wore the Righteousness Heaven Robe, the symbol of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance’s leader.
It was a magnificent garment embroidered with gold thread on a sky-blue background, depicting dragons and phoenixes in harmonious unity.
“I offer my deepest gratitude to the renowned masters of the Murim for gracing us with your presence.”
Mae Wi-dong’s voice resonated across the entire plaza.
“From this day forward, the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance shall usher in a new era.”
Applause erupted.
And all eyes turned toward the doors of the Cheon Ui Great Hall.
The doors opened slowly.
Seol Woon-hwi emerged into view.
The robe he wore was the Profound Righteousness Wind Divine Robe, the symbol of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance’s vice leader—and by appointing me to the newly created position of Cheon Ui Arbiter, it made clear to all that this was a position of tremendous authority, second only to the vice leader himself.
The Profound Righteousness Wind Divine Robe was an elegant, flowing garment embroidered with clouds and wind patterns in silver thread on a black background. The hem cascaded down to my ankles without the slightest awkwardness.
On my right chest was the emblem of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance—the Righteous Sword—meticulously embroidered in silver thread, while the cuffs and collar bore a dynamic depiction of clouds swirling in the wind.
At my appearance, the plaza fell into sudden silence.
My presence had transformed entirely.
Five Energy Harmonizing Origin? That was not it.
Just as I had said, I had clearly created a new realm.
The majesty of a master who had ascended the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth flowed naturally from my physical form.
I descended the steps slowly and took my place beside Mae Wi-dong.
“From this day forward, I am Seol Woon-hwi, assuming the newly established position of Cheon Ui Arbiter within the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.”
My voice was composed yet intense.
“Together with the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, I shall forge a new order for the Murim.”
Applause erupted once more.
Yet louder than that applause were the unspoken thoughts of the Murim warriors.
‘He truly has changed.’
‘A genius… truly a genius.’
‘The genius who once toyed with the Martial Alliance and the Four Heaven Alliance now seizes actual power within the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance… such a sense of the times passing is overwhelming.’
The succession and inauguration ceremony continued.
Representatives from each sect offered congratulatory remarks in turn, and words blessing the future of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance followed.
Yet throughout all of this, I stood quietly, observing my surroundings.
Watching for any suspicious movements, sensing any dangerous auras.
Then it happened.
A commotion arose from one side of the plaza.
People began to murmur.
My gaze turned in that direction.
A man in black clothes walked slowly forward.
Resolute determination was etched upon his face, and his hand gripped the hilt of a sword.
It was Jin Mu-hyeok.
A fallen martial artist, cast out from the Beggar Sect, had appeared at this sacred ceremony.
The atmosphere of the plaza shifted abruptly.
Whispers rippled through the crowd, and wary gazes pierced from all directions.
Jin Mu-hyeok ignored every stare, his expression twisted with fury as he continued forward.
Suddenly, he cried out.
“Seol—! Woon-hwi—!!”
The tremendous aura of a master from the Heaven-Human Realm reverberated across the plaza.
“Because of your slander, I have lost everything—!!”
Naturally, figures moved to block Seol Woon-hwi’s path.
They were his people, led by Manager Seong.
But Seol Woon-hwi gestured.
Let him through.
The path opened.
Seol Woon-hwi spoke in a quiet voice.
“I’m not certain what you’re referring to.”
“…You! Are you denying it?”
“It’s not denial—why are you here?”
“…What?”
“It seems even that figure of immense authority, the Nine Knot Beggar, could not bring himself to kill his own disciple with his own hands.”
“Had you not tortured my master, that scar upon his forehead would not exist. As his martial artist, I have come to repay this debt of gratitude and grudge.”
I let out a soft laugh.
“I believe I understand your intentions well enough.”
Being no fool, I grasped every reason Jin Mu-hyeok stood here now.
Hye Jung-san.
He was certainly no ordinary man.
How could the Nine Knot Beggar of the Beggar Sect and a supreme master who had ascended to Great Void Formless allow a martial artist of the Heaven-Human Realm to escape?
Especially one who was a key figure in the factional purge.
He had deliberately let him go.
As I had said, Hye Jung-san did not wish to soil his own hands.
Going further still, I could see it as granting one final opportunity—to the painful thorn I had once cherished, now reduced to a puppet of the Original Blood Sect, to die as a true martial artist in his final moment.
But none of that mattered to me.
Jin Mu-hyeok’s intention in coming to ruin the festival was clear.
And my response had to be equally clear.
I extended my hand to the side.
Manager Seong, who had stepped back momentarily, placed the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword into my hand.
The blade whispered free.
The sword was drawn.
My eyes grew cold.
“Your move.”
Jang I-cheong was of the Heaven-Human Realm, and so was Jin Mu-hyeok, though their specific levels differed.
Jang I-cheong had been five moves.
No matter how intricate the Beggar Sect’s martial arts may be, finishing it within four moves is the correct assessment.
“…Four moves…? Surely you don’t mean I’ll die by merely that?”
“Nothing beyond that is necessary. And.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s pupils gleamed with intensity.
“If you’ve come to settle your gratitude and grudges, don’t merely speak—come.”
Killing intent surged forth from Jin Mu-hyeok’s eyes.
“Insolent whelp! Very well—today I shall strike you down and restore my honor!”
Jin Mu-hyeok rose from his seat.
A stage that all could witness had been prepared.
Just how formidable was Seol Woon-hwi?
What exactly was the extent of this new realm he had attained?
Seol Woon-hwi’s pupils transformed into a pristine white.
Heavenly Snow Domain.
A deafening roar erupted—!!

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