Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 315

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Chapter 315
Seol Woon-hwi laughed as well.
“Then, and now—the Alliance Leader cannot kill me.”
Mae Wi-dong, who had been about to speak, furrowed his brow. He had read something in Seol Woon-hwi’s words.
“You little bastard, your words have thorns in them.”
Seol Woon-hwi rose slowly from his seat.
Then he drew the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom from his waist.
“You read it correctly.”
“….”
“Today, Mae Wi-dong, the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, died from Qi Deviation while circulating his energy.”
“…Are you insane?”
“Listen further. After decades as Vice Alliance Leader, Mae Wi-dong grew impatient upon becoming Alliance Leader. Heaven-Human Unity is a remarkable realm, but it was insufficient for governing not merely a single organization, but an entire alliance.”
“Huh…?”
“So he sought help from Cheon Ui Jung-jeong, who had a history of elevating the realms of other martial artists through Go matches multiple times, and Cheon Ui Jung-jeong did not refuse. The great match began, and only after three matches did Mae Wi-dong achieve enlightenment. But because he grew impatient, complications arose, and less than a month after assuming the position of Alliance Leader, he died in that very place.”
Mae Wi-dong, staring at Seol Woon-hwi as if the situation were absurd, burst into hollow laughter.
“…This is truly insane.”
“Does it displease you?”
“….”
“I find it quite satisfactory.”
Mae Wi-dong slowly rose from his seat.
“You want to fight?”
“I am not magnanimous enough to bury my grudges against one who sought to kill me.”
“You think you’ll succeed?”
“I will have to stake my life.”
“….”
“But you are a martial artist, are you not? Staking one’s life is something we have always done. If you do not wish to fight me, then kneel in this place and bow your head.”
“…Wow…”
“Then I will overlook the Alliance Leader’s grave mistake and discourtesy.”
Mae Wi-dong’s eyes turned fierce, and killing intent erupted from his entire body.
“Now I understand. You’re not simply insolent—you’re ignorant of your place.”
“Does it appear so?”
“Here’s what we’ll say: Today, Seol Woon-hwi of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace challenged me to a Go match. During the match, Cheon Ui Jung-jeong suddenly achieved enlightenment, but a small heart demon from his encounter with Yeon Song-baek overwhelmed him, and he exploded on the spot. I had no chance to intervene. How’s that?”
“Not worth hearing. The narrative is flawed, and even a stray dog passing by wouldn’t believe something so poorly crafted.”
Unable to contain himself any longer, Mae Wi-dong kicked back his seat. His arm extended toward Seol Woon-hwi. In that instant, energy surged into Seol Woon-hwi’s pupils.
It was not the Heavenly Snow Domain.
As blood energy spread outward in a fan shape centered on his eyes, Mae Wi-dong’s expression shifted to shock. Killing intent that dominated space itself.
An overwhelming aura combining the purity and savagery of blood.
Blood Boundary Dominance.
Energy exploded.
Kwaaaaaaang—!!
Mae Wi-dong, his expression vacant, accepted this situation as surreal.
His discerning eye had clearly read the Blood Boundary Dominance, and he was trying to comprehend how Seol Woon-hwi could possibly wield that technique—one used only by those of the caliber of the Cult Leader of the Origin Blood Sect.
He was running through every conceivable possibility.
And Seol Woon-hwi did not miss this opening.
Kwaaarrrrung—!!
The Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom extended forward.
It pierced through the void again and again. Mae Wi-dong moved belatedly, but—
Thwuck—!
He could not prevent the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom from impaling his flank.
“Ugh….”
Mae Wi-dong shifted his body backward and swept his arm in a wide arc.
Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy coiled around him, taking the form of a spear in the empty air before crashing down upon Seol Woon-hwi.
Kwaaaaaang—!!
A deafening boom erupted as Seol Woon-hwi, who had raised the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom to his side, was sent sliding backward.
“…What are you?”
Seol Woon-hwi brushed off his blade and reset his stance.
All that conversation had been for this singular moment.
He had needed to induce carelessness upon carelessness. The gap between the Five Realms of Martial God and the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth was vast, so finding multiple approaches to overturn it was only natural.
One way or another, once you drive a blade in first, even impossible odds begin to shift.
There was no need for further words now.
I would push forward with full strength, resolved to mutual destruction.
Because I am a martial artist.
Blood Energy erupted from my entire body as my blood vessels began to shine brilliantly.
Today, I stood not as the Cheon Ui Jung-jeong.
But as the Blood Heaven Middle Commander.
My blade extended forward.
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Han Mu-rin, who could guess what was unfolding inside Cheon Ryong Palace, wore an expression full of worry.
Soon after, someone tapped his shoulder.
Han Mu-rin turned his head.
It was Manager Seong.
“Do not worry.”
“…How could I not be worried?”
Manager Seong smiled faintly.
“The Young Master has never acted without careful thought.”
“…Are you not worried, Manager?”
“To be honest, I could be. But it’s fine.”
There was no need to ask why it was fine.
“Because he is the Young Master. If things fail, what else is there but death?”
“I had reservations about the concept of following one into death, truthfully.”
Han Mu-rin chuckled softly.
“If it means being buried in the same tomb as the Supreme Commander… it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.”
The two men laughed like madmen.
Hwang Mu-jeong, an Elder of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, tilted his head in confusion.
What in the world were these two fools talking about?
That was when he was about to ask.
“Elder Hwang.”
At Manager Seong’s call, he nodded.
“How much do you trust the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance?”
“Well… quite a great deal.”
Beyond having his position cleaned up for him, Hwang Mu-jeong had spent considerable time alongside Mae Wi-dong.
That was the very reason he had accepted the position of Elder in the first place.
From long ago.
From very long ago, Hwang Mu-jeong had already been Mae Wi-dong’s man.
“Then I trust you will understand.”
“Understand… what exactly? What are you….”
Before he could finish speaking.
Crash——!!
The Cheon Ryong Palace collapsed with a deafening roar.
Seizing the moment of his panic, Manager Seong’s hidden dagger flew toward him.
Hwang Mu-jeong reacted belatedly, twisting his body and swatting the dagger away with his arm.
Bang—!
Natural Energy erupted in the void with a thunderous sound.
“What is the meaning of this…!”
Again, his words were cut short.
A hand suddenly thrust forward and seized his face.
Through the gaps between the fingers, he could see it. A man with a rather youthful appearance.
It was Seo Hyo, the newly appointed Elder.
Without a word, he drove Hwang Mu-jeong into the ground.
From behind Seo Hyo, two hidden daggers flew forth. Like serpents writhing through the air, one pierced Hwang Mu-jeong’s solar plexus, the other his abdomen.
Thud. Thud.
“Cough.”
A shadow fell across the face of Hwang Mu-jeong as he spat blood.
“I harbor no personal grudge, so may you find peace in the afterlife.”
Seo Hyo’s foot came down toward his face.
Crack—!
Unable to even comprehend what was happening, Hwang Mu-jeong was sent directly to the Three Path River, and Seo Hyo, wiping the blood from his foot onto the ground, asked Manager Seong.
“It has begun.”
“Indeed it has.”
Seo Hyo sighed and took his place beside Manager Seong, and soon after, Sa Seol-ran, the Spear Master who had thrown the hidden daggers at Hwang Mu-jeong, and Ya Muk-cheon, the Dark Master who had been watching, stood behind Seo Hyo.
They had all heard this from Seol Woon-hwi.
Today.
The master of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance would change.
If anyone feared they might die, they were free to leave.
But no one had departed.
It was not over.
“Personally, I believe the odds are slim, but do you all trust him?”
At the sudden voice, everyone drew their weapons and turned urgently to look behind them.
An elderly man with white hair and a diminutive frame.
Yeom Wang Hwa Mu-nyeom was there.
“…Yeom Wang, sir. What brings you here?”
“You gave me no advance notice, so I grew curious and came to see for myself.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom casually refuted Manager Seong’s words and settled directly into a seated position.
Then he looked at Manager Seong and spoke.
“Move aside. Your bulk blocks my view of everything.”
Manager Seong laughed awkwardly and stepped to the side.
Manager Seong and Seo Hyo’s expressions hardened.
This was not part of the calculation, but there was nothing they could do.
Unlike Mae Wi-dong, whom Seol Woon-hwi was currently fighting—a master of Heaven-Human Unity—or even one step higher than that.
Yeom Wang was a monster who could even perceive beyond that realm, so what could mere martial artists of the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth possibly accomplish?
“…Shall I bring you some tea?”
“That will do. Stop blocking the view and move aside. And Han Mu-rin.”
“…Yes.”
“Come sit beside me.”
Han Mu-rin glanced awkwardly at Manager Seong, scratched his head, and approached Yeom Wang’s side.
“Sit. And let us watch together.”
“…Yes.”
“If everything unfolding before us now is a self-inflicted trap by the Seol Woon-hwi you serve, then everyone in this place will die. But you alone, I shall protect.”
Han Mu-rin’s brow furrowed slightly. Han Mu-rin trusted Seol Woon-hwi. If death came, he would simply die alongside him.
He had entrusted everything to him and resolved to follow.
As a martial artist, if he had already overturned the Murim to this extent, it would be acceptable even if he failed to achieve the goal he held in his heart.
That is the depth of Han Mu-rin’s devotion to Seol Woon-hwi. Yeom Wang’s words continued.
“But if that truly was an action taken with confidence, if this is yet another divine move he displays…”
Yeom Wang’s eyes gleamed.
“I shall transmit the Flame Emperor Heavenly Mandate Seal to you.”
Han Mu-rin’s eyes widened greatly.
What was the Flame Emperor Heavenly Mandate Seal?
It was Yeom Wang Hwa Mu-nyeom’s exclusive martial art and the very art that made him who he was today—and in the past, it had been the martial art of the ‘Flame Emperor’ Hyeon Mu-je, who once aspired to the seat of Supreme Master of the Murim.
Hyeon Mu-je’s disciple also received the title Yeom Wang, and after his passing, his disciple likewise obtained the title Yeom Wang.
That was Hwa Mu-nyeom.
And he had transmitted the Yeom Wang Heavenly Mandate Seal to Dong Yu-seong, his direct disciple, and was certain he would become the next Yeom Wang. Unfortunately, while he was spending his final years and wasting time elsewhere, Dong Yu-seong passed away.
“From what I have observed, you possess more than sufficient qualities to become the Yeom Wang of the next generation.”
“…Surely you are holding me in far too high regard.”
“Perhaps. I pride myself on having discerning eyes, but your master’s judgment—the one locked in a life-and-death struggle with the Leader inside—surpasses even mine.”
“….”
“Then sit.”
Han Mu-rin sat down without a word.
Manager Seong, Seo Hyo, and the Dark Lord and Killing Lord watched the two with peculiar expressions, then hastily turned their heads toward the Blood Energy and Demonic Energy erupting from Cheon Ryong Palace.
Everyone was bewildered.
Hwa Mu-nyeom, who had been sitting leisurely to observe, shot up from his seat.
“…What… is that.”
Something incomprehensible was unfolding.
No.
Something that should not be understood was unfolding.
“…Good heavens….”

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