Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 308

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Chapter 308
Chapter 1
Upon arriving in An Sim Gun, Seol Woon-hwi immediately rented out the entirety of Ansim Tower and made it his residence.
After leaving the martial artists of the Wu Yi Squad there, he headed toward the nearby mountains, and Han Mu-rin, who had been following him, asked a question.
“Supreme Commander, are you alright?”
Seol Woon-hwi answered without turning around.
“What do you mean?”
“I understand you were planning to summon thirty martial artists from the Muk Se-hoe to the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.”
“That’s correct.”
“The establishment of a new unit, and two elder positions.”
Seol Woon-hwi paused his steps for a moment.
Han Mu-rin continued what Seol Woon-hwi was about to say.
“All of it fell through.”
“…I have a feeling that something is going wrong. Could this be mere anxiety?”
“It is not mere anxiety.”
At some point, Seol Woon-hwi had told Yeom Wang Hwa Mu-nyeom, the vice leader of the Muk Se-hoe, something.
That he intended to summon the martial artists of the Muk Se-hoe to the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
Though there was some friction, Hwa Mu-nyeom ultimately proved receptive and handed over a list of the martial artists who wished to join to Seol Woon-hwi.
From that list, Seol Woon-hwi carefully selected a total of thirty individuals and showed their names to Mae Wi-dong, the leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
Currently, five of the six elder positions were filled.
Hwang Mu-jeong, whom Mae Wi-dong brought personally; Dok Go-hyeon, Seo Hyo, Sa Seol-ran, and Ya Muk-cheon, whom Seol Woon-hwi brought.
Seol Woon-hwi had intended to expand the six elders into seven.
By filling two more positions, he would complete this structure and solidify the foundation, but an unexpected problem arose here.
Though Mae Wi-dong had agreed, all of those on the list suddenly expressed their refusal.
“I sent a letter to Yeom Wang, but only a letter saying ‘I cannot answer’ came back.”
Han Mu-rin was no fool.
That Yeom Wang had given such a response meant this was not a matter that could be resolved at his level.
That meant intervention from higher-ups above Hwa Mu-nyeom.
In other words.
“I believe the Leader of the Muk Se-hoe himself has stepped in.”
Seol Woon-hwi gazed at Han Mu-rin in silence.
“…Are you not concerned?”
Seol Woon-hwi let out a small laugh.
“In this world, unseen matters are far more intricate than those that are visible.”
“…”
“Watch carefully. The one who is now playing a great match against me has committed several fatal mistakes.”
Han Mu-rin trusts Seol Woon-hwi. This hardly needs emphasis.
Han Mu-rin took a short, deep breath and changed the subject.
“However, I am curious about the reason we came to this place. It seems you are searching for something…but I cannot quite grasp it.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s answer was concise.
“It is a Divine Object of Ihwageomseonchong.”
Han Mu-rin blinked.
Ihwageomseonchong is located in Jin Guk.
And this Ansim Gun here is territory of Woon-guk.
No matter how much Ansim Gun is a city bordering Jin Guk, they’re searching for a Divine Object of Ihwageomseonchong in Woon-guk?
It made no sense.
“…If I recall correctly, I believe there are two Divine Objects of Ihwageomseonchong.”
“One is held by Yeon Song-baek, and the other was lost.”
“…I’ve heard of it.”
“Have you heard the details?”
Han Mu-rin scratched his head, thought for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth.
“There are two theories, as far as I know. One is that it was destroyed when Yeon Song-baek killed Shin Gang, who was holding it during the catastrophe that befell Ihwageomseonchong twenty years ago. The other is that a great thug named Mu Young Shin Tu infiltrated Ihwageomseonchong and stole it.”
“You know well.”
“…Long ago, when I was fleeing, I picked up such rumors drifting through the Murim here and there.”
Han Mu-rin then asked abruptly.
“Could it be one of these two possibilities I mentioned?”
Seol Woon-hwi shook his head.
“Han Mu-rin.”
“Yes, Supreme Commander.”
“You must understand the situation turning as it is.”
Han Mu-rin fell silent.
“You will come to lead an organization, yet you keep asking such low-level questions.”
He swallowed hard.
“Think carefully once, then tell me. What does all of this situation mean?”
Becoming the master of an organization is something anyone can achieve.
But leading it is a different matter entirely.
Foolish people taking charge of organizations and ruining everything shortly after was so common that one need not even search for examples.
Han Mu-rin could sense Seol Woon-hwi’s heart.
This was another lesson.
He turned his mind over and over again.
And the answer came.
There was always a reason behind Seol Woon-hwi’s actions, and Han Mu-rin, having spent time with him recently, had witnessed all of it.
The clue lay there.
“…Is the current sect leader of Ihwageomseonchong, Yeon Song-baek, perhaps Shin Gang?”
“If Shin Gang were to be?”
“…The previous sect leader, Yeon Hak-cheol, did not choose between his son Yeon Song-baek and his disciple Shin Gang as his successor. But as with all sects in the Murim, it is customary to choose a blood heir as successor. Then the ambush of Yeon Hak-cheol by Shin Gang inside the cave, and the fight with Yeon Song-baek, would be true.”
“Anyone can predict that far. Tell me what comes next.”
“…Yes. I will continue. The Murim knows that Yeon Song-baek won and drove his sword into Shin Gang’s chest, but if it were actually the reverse… Ah.”
“Continue.”
Han Mu-rin nodded and immediately continued.
“No matter that Shin Gang was once Yeon Hak-cheol’s disciple, no matter that he could actually impersonate Yeon Song-baek—he is not of Yeon bloodline. Therefore, he could not possibly know all of the Yeon family’s hidden residences… and if a Divine Object of Ihwageomseonchong were concealed within one of those residences…”
Han Mu-rin swallowed hard.
“…So this is the ‘piece’ the Supreme Commander spoke of.”
Seol Woon-hwi stopped walking. Han Mu-rin stopped as well.
Before them stood an ancient tile-roofed mansion.
It must have once been a considerable estate, but now it lay completely abandoned.
“Then you know what must be done now.”
“Of course.”
The two men approached the hidden residence.
The main gate hung half-detached from its hinges, and weeds had grown waist-high throughout the courtyard. The buildings bore unmistakable traces of the passage of years.
Han Mu-rin murmured.
“It’s been a long time.”
When Seol Woon-hwi pushed the gate, it suddenly creaked and collapsed entirely.
Dust billowed upward with a heavy thud.
Han Mu-rin covered his mouth with his sleeve as he spoke.
“…It appears no one has lived here for at least a decade.”
A structure of this size, situated on a mountainside, inevitably becomes shelter for bandits, herb gatherers, or martial artists who have lost their way.
This place was no exception.
There were certainly traces of several people having passed through, but nothing beyond that.
A secret hidden residence of an organization would hardly take the form of a mere mansion.
Seol Woon-hwi moved forward slowly, and Han Mu-rin followed in his wake.
The two men headed toward the inner quarters. Part of the roof had collapsed, and several pillars had rotted and tilted.
Seol Woon-hwi opened the door to the inner quarters.
Creak—
The interior was even more desolate.
Furniture lay buried beneath dust, wallpaper peeled away in patches, and the floor was covered with a mixture of fallen leaves and grime.
“Han Mu-rin.”
“Yes, Supreme Commander.”
“Do you remember when we searched Cheon Rim’s secret warehouse before?”
“Of course.”
“Won Yang was faster then.”
“…”
“I know only the location of this residence, nothing more. Can you find the hidden space here faster than I can?”
Han Mu-rin did not answer with words.
Instead, he immediately began a meticulous examination of the inner quarters.
He tapped the walls, checked the floors, and even inspected the ceiling.
But there was nothing unusual—only old furniture, pottery, and thick layers of dust.
Seol Woon-hwi began his own search, and an hour passed.
It was as Han Mu-rin tapped the wall of the final room.
Tap, tap—unlike the dull sound elsewhere, a faint resonance echoed from one particular spot.
You didn’t mishear.
“Supreme Commander!”
At Han Mu-rin’s cry, Seol Woon-hwi approached.
When Han Mu-rin tapped that section again, a distinctly different sound echoed.
“There’s hollow space behind it.”
Examining the wall closely, I noticed a hairline crack.
When Seol Woon-hwi pressed his hand against it and pushed, part of the wall slid inward. Then the adjacent wall panel slowly rotated, revealing a narrow passage.
Han Mu-rin stared at Seol Woon-hwi with wide eyes.
It truly existed.
Seol Woon-hwi quietly extended his qi, probing for traps within.
Clean. Nothing.
“Han Mu-rin.”
At Seol Woon-hwi’s call, Han Mu-rin looked up.
“Will you enter first?”
“Yes.”
Han Mu-rin entered first, and Seol Woon-hwi followed.
The passage was short, but at its end lay a spacious chamber.
I ignited a flame using Sammaejinhwa, and the interior revealed itself.
Shelves held numerous volumes arranged in order, and several swords hung along one wall.
Yet nothing appeared particularly remarkable.
Han Mu-rin picked up one of the texts.
“Ihwa Flowing Water Sword Technique….”
It was one of the representative martial art manuals of Ihwageomseonchong.
Seol Woon-hwi examined the other texts as well. All belonged to Ihwageomseonchong. That was all.
We hadn’t come searching for secret manuals like these.
A Divine Object.
We needed to find the Heavenly Extreme Sword.
“…It’s not here.”
Han Mu-rin narrowed his eyes, studying Seol Woon-hwi.
You said it would be here.
He wanted to ask, but the words never left his lips. Seol Woon-hwi appeared lost in thought.
After a moment of contemplation, Seol Woon-hwi slowly spoke.
“I know of three secret hideaways.”
“Three, you say….”
“I believed it would be in one of them, and I thought An Sim Gun was that location.”
Seol Woon-hwi, still holding the secret manual, let out a soft chuckle.
“It appears this isn’t the place.”
“…This seems to be the first time seeing this.”
“Seeing what?”
“Even you make mistakes, Supreme Commander.”
“A mistake… is that not inevitable? I do not consider myself perfect.”
Seol Woon-hwi turned his body.
Simply.
“I merely strive to approach perfection.”
Strive.
Lightning struck through Han Mu-rin’s mind upon hearing that word.
Now that he thought about it, Manager Seong and Seo Hyo had not been seen in recent days.
There was no reason those two would vanish without cause.
“Could it be… Supreme Commander, did Manager Seong and Seo Hyo go to the remaining two locations….”
Han Mu-rin could not finish his words.
Suddenly, a voice came from the direction of the Ansim residence entrance.
“Supreme Commander!!”
Seol Woon-hwi, who had gestured as if to gather everything, stepped outside first.
A martial artist from the Wu Yi Squad wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke to Seol Woon-hwi.
Urgency was written plainly across his face.
That was correct.
“Right now, at the residence of An Sim Gun….”
He caught his breath for a moment, then spoke loudly.
“The Sect Leader of Ihwageomseonchong has arrived!”
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Wi Cheon-ho stood guarding the courtyard in front of the residence with a stiffened expression.
As his expression suggested, his inner thoughts were extremely complicated.
Yeon Song-baek, the Sect Leader of Ihwageomseonchong.
There was no one in the Central Plains who did not know his name—a master of Limitless Divine Manifestation. Usually, when one speaks of the greatest organization in the Central Plains, the Origin Blood Sect comes to mind, and if asked what organization threatens that stronghold, one thinks of the Four Heaven Alliance and the Martial Alliance.
And directly below that tier stood the Five Great Families.

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