Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

“May I ask where you’re going?”

“To Yang-ryeong.”

“…Alone?”

Though he had probably never mentioned it before, Woon-hwi was comfortable moving alone.

This had been true since his previous life.

Even when he was in the Origin Blood Sect, even when he had raised hundreds of Four Stages of Heaven and Earth warriors and dozens of Five Realms of Martial God monsters, that hadn’t changed.

Unless it was a case where the entire strike force moved during something like a war, it was best to bring along just one or two people at most, and that hadn’t changed even now.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“…I want to go, but I know I would be a burden.”

“That’s right. Right now, you are a burden.”

Woon-hwi’s words seemed cold, but if you looked closely, that wasn’t quite the case.

“If I improve more, will I be able to move together with you?”

“Probably. However, if you don’t sleep and train again after overworking your body this morning, your progress will inevitably be slow.”

Woon-hwi had given her an opportunity, and Won Yang accepted it.

She no longer disguised herself as a man.

And she doubled her usual training time.

Being under Woon-hwi was an opportunity among opportunities.

Not only Han Cheol’s martial arts, but Namgung’s mental cultivation methods would pop out at the slightest touch.

He had even created an unprecedented formation technique like the Five Snow Ice Flower Formation that she couldn’t have even imagined.

What surprised her most was the formation technique.

Clearly, martial arts and formation techniques had similar yet different natures. They couldn’t be the same to begin with.

She couldn’t fathom his limits.

Following him was the right choice. She was gradually becoming assimilated.

Won Yang slowly removed the snow white fur robe she was wearing.

Usually, warriors of Snow Mountain don’t wear just one long robe. They wear a fur coat made from white sable or white fox fur over their long robe, which is called a snow white fur robe.

After completely removing it, she held it out to Woon-hwi.

“The warming effect is quite good.”

Though she spoke as if making casual conversation, there was a slight tremor in her voice, and the same tremor was evident in her fingertips extended toward Woon-hwi.

She herself didn’t know exactly.

Whether it was a desire to warm Woon-hwi, who was wearing only a single black long robe in this cold weather, or if she was giving it simply because she served him.

Woon-hwi, who had been quietly watching this, accepted the snow white fur robe. The robe still retained Won Yang’s body warmth.

“Is it okay if it gets a little dirty?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

It was a calm answer. But her eyes were different.

“I’ll use it well.”

Woon-hwi turned his back and began walking. The cold wind of Snow Mountain fluttered the hem of his coat. Won Yang gazed endlessly at his retreating figure.

The robe imbued with her body warmth was wrapped around his back. As if she herself was embracing him.

Even after Woon-hwi’s figure disappeared from view, her gaze remained fixed on that spot.

Just then, snow began to fall.

Won Yang remained in that place until the snow began to cover Woon-hwi’s remaining footprints.

Quietly.

* * *

The gently falling snow had at some point turned into a heavy snowfall.

Whether this should be called heavenly fortune or misfortune, Woon-hwi didn’t think deeply about it.

Whether it snowed or not, he simply thought he had to do what needed to be done.

Past midnight, Woon-hwi stood on the rooftop of an unknown building, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the manor visible in front of him.

Jang Seok of the Seol-ap Beggar Sect branch had brought all the information Woon-hwi had requested, which included detailed structural information of the Four Major Sects’ buildings that governed Yang-ryeong.

The manor visible before his eyes right now was the Blue Cloud Blade Gate.

The sect leader’s name was Do Cheon-haeng, his martial arts level was Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

The vice sect leader was Do So-gong, his martial arts level was Yang Gwang I Hyeon.

Seol-ap was small, but Yang-ryeong wasn’t tremendously large either.

As could be seen from the heavy snow falling now, the weather was so harsh that proper sects wouldn’t bother coming to such a place.

There was one point to note.

Ju-ryeong Sword Gate, which could be considered the best among the Four Major Sects, was serving as a branch of the Martial Alliance.

But he didn’t care much about it.

No, he wasn’t even interested.

Just the Martial Alliance, nothing more.

Snow began to accumulate instantly on the snow white fur robe Woon-hwi was wearing, and before long, his body was completely covered with snow.

Even so, his body didn’t move an inch.

What exactly were Woon-hwi’s strengths?

Frankly speaking, there weren’t just one or two.

Among them, one of his greatest strengths was ‘adaptability.’

When facing Bing Seol Geom Heun Lee Ji-chang, Woon-hwi realized many things.

It wasn’t the kind of realization where he rapidly raised his level or anything like that.

Woon-hwi’s knowledge and experience were unparalleled.

Though the level he had achieved overnight had fallen almost to rock bottom, he had to adapt.

So he adapted.

Lee Ji-chang was a warrior of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, and Woon-hwi was Yang Gwang I Hyeon.

At that time, Woon-hwi had drawn upon his blood energy and his body became a complete wreck.

Using that experience as foundation, he realized a way to fight more actively and efficiently.

Woon-hwi’s greatest weapon was experience.

Making the most of that experience.

And the decisiveness to act immediately without hesitation.

When all of this came together, results beyond imagination would be created.

And today, those results would be created.

Before long, the lights that had been on in Blue Cloud Blade Gate began to go out one by one.

Only two places remained lit.

Those two places.

According to the materials Woon-hwi had received, one was the Sect Leader Hall, and the other was the Medicine Hall.

That was sufficient.

Soon Woon-hwi’s head turned to the side.

At a somewhat distant location, there was a manor larger than Blue Cloud Blade Gate.

That was Long Sword Gate.

Among the Four Major Sects, Ju-ryeong Sword Gate was certainly the best, but its sect leader was away and Bing Seol Geom Heun was missing.

If Ju-ryeong Sword Gate collapsed, the family that would take its place was Long Sword Gate. Since they sent warriors to directly manage the mine, there was nothing more to say.

He stood up from his position.

The pile of snow that had accumulated on his snow white fur robe came tumbling down.

He turned his back.

Over there was a palace.

Compared to that of Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, it wasn’t even at the level of a drop in the bucket, but the building’s form was certainly not like a typical manor but definitely a palace.

That was Hyeon-cheon Palace.

There were many places with lights on, but that level was acceptable.

Woon-hwi, who had drawn the route in his mind, began to move.

He lightly kicked off and landed on the ground. Despite the considerable height, when he touched the ground, only the faintest sound was made, as if a bird had alighted.

Straight ahead.

He kicked off while gazing at the Blue Cloud Blade Gate.

Previously, he had exchanged very brief words with Seol Ho-ryeong about stealth at the Main Palace.

What truly was genuine stealth?

Forgetting and nothingness must be combined, and one must be empty and forgotten .

Before snowflakes could even cover his footprints, only white traces indistinguishable from other snowflakes remained in that spot.

This movement technique, an improvement on Ghost Soul Gate’s Ghost Gate Step, was called Traceless Ghost Shadow Step and shone even brighter in the blizzard.

There was no sound, no trace, not even a presence.

But there was one weakness.

Speed.

The speed wasn’t that fast. About the pace of an ordinary person running lightly.

That was exactly it, but this was a matter of mastery level.

Without stopping, Seol Woon-hwi crossed the walls of Blue Cloud Blade Gate and passed through four buildings, infiltrating into the heart.

The heavy snow was getting worse, and Seol Woon-hwi pushed through the blizzard, finally arriving at Do Cheon-haeng’s quarters.

Two martial artists guarding the front came into view.

He silently released the Traceless Ghost Shadow Step and stopped in place.

Only then could the two martial artists discover Seol Woon-hwi standing quietly in the heavy snow, and they were shocked.

They hadn’t sensed him coming, nor had they known he was standing there.

They really just noticed him while casually looking around.

“Who… who are you!”

“Is the Sect Leader inside?”

“…That…”

It was certain he was there.

“Then that’s enough.”

Seol Woon-hwi drew the hidden dagger from his waist and threw it without a moment’s hesitation.

Thunk-!

It shot out at lightning speed and embedded in the head of one of the two martial artists, and the other martial artist, who had been watching him collapse to the floor for just a moment, came to his senses.

As he tried to draw the blade from his waist to aim at Seol Woon-hwi, he froze at the cold sensation touching his neck.

He could see.

Who this man was.

“Seol… Seol Woon-hwi…?”

At the same time his lips curled upward.

Thunk-!

The martial artist’s neck was pierced by the sword.

Woon-hwi lightly shook off his sword, pulled out the hidden dagger embedded in the fallen martial artist’s head, and silently threw open the door to the Sect Leader Hall.

The interior was quiet.

Woon-hwi moved his steps and headed to the Sect Leader’s quarters beyond the Sect Leader Hall.

This was a peculiarity of Blue Cloud Blade Gate.

The Sect Leader’s quarters here were located right behind the Sect Leader Hall.

As Woon-hwi moved his steps like that, he stopped in place before a door in front of him.

He could just feel it.

The killing intent emanating from beyond there.

Before long, the door opened with a creaking sound.

There stood Do Cheon-haeng, the Sect Leader of Blue Cloud Blade Gate, with a cold expression.

“…You bastard… did you dare come to assassinate me?”

“Please think of it as part of a plan rather than an assassination.”

“A plan?”

“The role you’ll play in the plan I’ve devised is simple.”

He thrust out his sword directly.

“Dying today. That’s what you need to do.”

“…You’ve truly gone mad. A bloodline of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace crawling in at night like assassin bastards… Who is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You couldn’t have planned this alone. Who helped you?”

“…”

“Is it Han Bing Gate?”

“Han Bing Gate, you say.”

Han Bing Gate, Seol Woon-hwi’s maternal sect and the background of the third son Seol Woon-hae, had just come from Do Cheon-haeng’s mouth.

“…Since you’re a bastard son, they said they’d help with the killing, but you were all in cahoots! Cunning snake-like bastards…”

Woon-hwi chuckled.

Why did he move today?

More precisely, he had no choice but to move today.

The leaders of the Four Major Sects were very close-knit.

They would devise a plan as soon as they received the letters, and that plan would certainly be one that would become very troublesome.

Then what needed to be done was clear.

Only fools would expand the front lines. Simply making their plans nonexistent would solve everything.

That’s why he came to cut off all their heads now.

“Is that all for your last words?”

“…Last words? Did you dare say last words to me just now? This world-class fool doesn’t know what a tiger is and comes crawling up. Fine. Today I’ll beat you until you’re on the verge of death…”

Do Cheon-haeng, who was continuing his words, hastily jerked his head to the side.

A hidden dagger grazed past his cheek and embedded in the wall across from him.

It was fast.

The hidden dagger had curved like a snake in mid-air. He dodged it because he had watched its trajectory to the end.

Do Cheon-haeng, who had some experience, realized that Woon-hwi’s flying dagger technique was definitely no ordinary martial art.

That was definitely not a martial art of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.

Rather, being full of killing intent, it was like that of a Demonic Path sect.

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