Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 325

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Chapter 325
Seol Woon-hwi nodded and slowly opened his mouth.
“Then I should properly preserve that corpse as well.”
“The ice crystal is yours, and you’ll use it better than I could. I trust you’ll handle it well.”
Seol Woon-hwi smiled gently.
It was a smile of affirmation. Shin Gang chuckled softly as well.
“Then let’s go.”
“Safe travels. I’m afraid I cannot see you off.”
“I didn’t expect you to.”
Shin Gang turned and vanished in an instant.
After he disappeared, Seol Woon-hwi quietly settled into the lotus position.
Now he truly needed to rest.
Recovery came first—only then could he respond to anything.
The night deepened.
* * *
A fortnight had passed.
Deep in the mountains, where no human footsteps tread, a single cart stood motionless.
The surroundings were silent—a desolate space where even birdsong could not be heard. Two figures sat quietly beside the cart.
One wore a black mask with a single horn protruding from it, while the other bore an ashen complexion, as though in grave condition.
It was Seol Woon-hwi and Hwa Mu-nyeom.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly surveyed the surroundings and spoke.
“This place should suffice.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom nodded.
His gaze lingered on Seol Woon-hwi. Had it been before, he would have questioned every detail of the plan.
Whether the method was truly sound, if there were no other paths.
Setting aside the matter of disguising Mae Wi-dong’s corpse, whether he was certain of its success.
And what risks he was taking.
Had it been the Seol Woon-hwi of old asking him to accompany him, he would have inquired meticulously. But this time, he asked nothing.
Who had killed Mae Wi-dong in that cart?
Seol Woon-hwi.
Having witnessed the desperate blood struggle between Seol Woon-hwi and Mae Wi-dong, Hwa Mu-nyeom had learned much.
The way Seol Woon-hwi never retreated for even a moment against one who had ascended to Heaven-Human Unity.
A conviction unshaken before death, a spirit that did not waver.
It was far too impressive.
Hwa Mu-nyeom had once seen Yu Cheong, the Demonic Way Zen Master of the Original Blood Sect, in person.
That overwhelming presence, the weight pressing down on the surroundings, and the immense pressure that defied words.
Yu Cheong was like a colossal pillar supporting the heavens. Even Yu Cheong could not have displayed such a demeanor at Seol Woon-hwi’s age. No—it would have been absolutely impossible.
Seol Woon-hwi’s goal was Yu Cheong.
And Seol Woon-hwi had some connection with Cheon Do-ja.
How could a being of Hwa Mu-nyeom’s caliber not know of the Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art?
Hwa Mu-nyeom had already made his decision.
To truly walk alongside Seol Woon-hwi.
“Speak then. There must be reason enough for you to have brought me along—what would you have me do?”
Seol Woon-hwi regarded Hwa Mu-nyeom with an enigmatic expression.
“It’s unexpected.”
“What is?”
“I understood you harbored considerable grievances, yet you follow without complaint… and despite not knowing what lies ahead, you brim with enthusiasm. Senior.”
“Speak plainly.”
“It troubles me somewhat. There’s a saying that when a person changes suddenly like this, death soon follows.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom let out a hollow laugh.
“You disapprove?”
“Not disapproval, merely curiosity. Have you come to recognize that my way is the correct one?”
“Something akin to that.”
“Akin to it?”
“Do what you believe is right. Should I prove necessary in that pursuit, I shall use you as such. If you stray from the Way as Mae Wi-dong did, I will regard you differently and turn away. But if you do not, I shall become your sharpest blade.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s expression darkened.
“…You’ve changed far more than I expected. In any case, I understand. You mentioned two remain?”
While Seol Woon-hwi rested, Hwa Mu-nyeom moved to hunt the defectors of the Silent World Society.
He claimed to have found and killed fifteen thus far.
“It seems those two dogs fled toward Sae-oe.”
“Can you locate them?”
“The Silent World Society has primarily operated in Sae-oe rather than the Central Plains. It will prove difficult, but… I can capture them.”
“I see. But might those two have fled toward the Great Desert?”
Hwa Mu-nyeom nodded.
“Should you require my assistance, please tell me.”
“Assistance?”
“I have an acquaintance in the Great Desert.”
“Remarkable… a connection between one who dwells in the frigid Snow Mountain and someone from the Great Desert, where the heat burns so fiercely it consumes? How curious.”
“Does it surprise you?”
“It would be natural to find such a rare occurrence surprising, would it not?”
Once, Seol Woon-hwi had rendered a favor to the Salhon Gate, the greatest sect of the Great Desert.
He had revealed to them the Heavenly Soul God Destruction Art they had been desperately seeking, and in exchange received the Ten Thousand Year Fire Pear. Yet Eun Woon-saeng, the Master of the Salhon Gate, had recognized Seol Woon-hwi’s true worth.
Thus he had spoken to Seol Woon-hwi.
Should he ever need assistance, he need only ask—whatever it might be, it would be granted.
Upon hearing this account, Hwa Mu-nyeom’s eyes widened.
“Eun Woon-saeng… is that not the Great Desert’s mad killer? You would expend such a debt on this?”
“Is that unwise?”
“It’s not unwise, but… I’m saying I could use such a debt for matters of greater weight.”
“The standard by which one measures weight is inherently subjective.”
“…”
“You want to handle this as quickly as possible, don’t you?”
I couldn’t deny it.
“The Silent World Society will become nothing but a hollow shell going forward, but as vice leader, I understand your desire to fulfill your duties by purging those who have betrayed us and harbor twisted ambitions.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom watched quietly as Seol Woon-hwi lit the Divine Ginseng Smoke.
“I’m doing this to protect that resolve of yours, so don’t concern yourself too much.”
“…You’re truly different from the others.”
“I’ve heard that so many times it’s grown tiresome. Tell me the names of those two.”
“…Ten Thousand Ascending Dragon Sword Sang Chun, and Hyeon Hyeon Nosa.”
“I’ve heard of them. Sang Chun is at the Heaven-Human Realm, and Hyeon Hyeon Nosa is a martial artist of Heaven-Human Unity, correct?”
“That’s right. To be clear, they were the core figures of the Silent World Society.”
“Not anymore.”
“…Are you truly certain about this?”
“I am.”
A brief silence fell between the two of us. Only the sound of wind rustling through leaves could be heard.
“…Thank you.”
Though spoken softly, the sincerity behind those words was unmistakable, and they etched themselves clearly into my ears.
I smiled faintly and opened my mouth slowly.
“There’s still considerable time before Shin Gang arrives. Today, you must devote yourself to mastering one martial art that I will teach you.”
“A martial art?”
“Yes. The Ihwa Flowing Water Sword Technique of the Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong.”
“…Isn’t the Ihwa Flowing Water Sword Technique ranked in the upper echelon of Martial God Grade? And it’s also a secret transmission of the Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong.”
“Correct. It’s the very martial art that Yeon Hak-cheol, the previous sect master of the Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong, transmitted to his two disciples.”
I grasped the intention.
“When the time comes, you’ll face Shin Gang in the Sect Master Hall of the Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong? Using the Ihwa Flowing Water Sword Technique?”
“Yes. After exchanging roughly five moves, you’ll need to escape. Will that be possible?”
“Simply exchanging moves won’t be enough. I’ll need to pour out the energy of Limitless Divine Manifestation to its fullest… and I’ll need to infuse ’emotion’ into the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.”
“Precisely. Once the sun sets, Shin Gang will arrive, and at that moment, I will leave traces on Mae Wi-dong’s corpse. If you practice now and observe that sword technique then, you should be able to imitate it convincingly to some degree.”
“Is that all?”
“No. When you exchange moves with Shin Gang in the Sect Master Hall, I will thoroughly prevent others from approaching. However, if I fail to shake them, the justification will lose its power. In other words, I must shake their emotions.”
Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy is truly a complex and subtle force.
A master of Limitless Divine Manifestation can infuse emotion into this energy.
I must shake the entire Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong with blatant astonishment.
“Good. Let’s do it.”
There was no hesitation in Hwa Mu-nyeom’s response. No unnecessary words. He simply consented calmly and decisively.
“Thank you, Senior Hwa.”
With those words, I rummaged through my storage bag and withdrew a secret manual.
It was the secret manual of the Ihwa Flowing Water Sword Technique obtained from An Sim Gun.
I handed it directly to Hwa Mu-nyeom.
As he received it, Hwa Mu-nyeom looked at me with a trust that hadn’t been there before and spoke.
“I’ll be practicing, so go sit over there.”
“Understood.”
Seol Woon-hwi, leaning his back against a nearby tree, sat down and closed his eyes for a moment.
Time flowed on and on.
One time period, two time periods.
When four time periods had passed, Seol Woon-hwi opened his eyes, and Hwa Mu-nyeom, who had been staring intently at the secret manual, lifted his head as well.
A man was walking toward them where their gazes crossed.
Long hair mixed equally in black and white.
It was Shin Gang.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly rose from his seat.
Shin Gang glanced briefly at Hwa Mu-nyeom before speaking tersely.
“Preparations are complete.”
Seol Woon-hwi replied.
“Then let us begin at once.”
The conflict with Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong would be definitively resolved today.
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Deep in the night, at Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong.
Im Su-je, who had been circulating his energy in his residence, quietly opened his eyes.
His long chestnut hair cascaded down over his shoulders.
Though no emotion showed on his face, a strange unease stirred in the depths of his chest.
It was the intuition of a martial artist.
At the very least, today.
And right now.
Something was about to unfold.
Im Su-je rose and walked toward the Sect Master Hall.
His footsteps made no sound against the ground, leaving not even a shadow—a movement befitting the nickname Cheon Pung Swordmaster.
Upon arriving at the Sect Master Hall, Im Su-je discovered an unexpected figure.
A pale-faced young man stood at one side of the hall, wearing the Hyeon Wind Divine Robe.
It was the symbol of the Vice Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
He had not gone to see it himself, but it was said he wore it at the inauguration ceremony of Cheon Ui Jung-jeong.
Why he wore it was clear.
To inform the world that the authority of the newly established position of Cheon Ui Jung-jeong rivaled that of the Vice Alliance Leader.
Seol Woon-hwi. Cheon Ui Jung-jeong of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
He had proven himself countless times over.
Yet why was this key figure of the hostile force currently at war with Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong present here?
He turned his head and looked at Im Su-je.
With a small smile at the corner of his mouth, he offered a respectful cupped fist salute toward Im Su-je.
“It is an honor to meet the Cheon Pung Swordmaster, Senior Im.”
His voice was courteous yet carried an air of composure.
Im Su-je remained silent for a long while.
His gaze slowly traced over Seol Woon-hwi—the pale face, the faintly trembling hands, and the shoulders held rigidly as if by force.
“…With that body, why did you come to this place?”
Im Su-je’s voice was low and heavy.
He truly could not comprehend it.
“Did you come here to die?”
“Do I appear to you as a defeated wanderer searching for a grave?”
“If that’s not the case, there’s no reason for you to be here.”
Seol Woon-hwi, who had driven the massive Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom—so large it dragged across the ground—into the floor, leaned his back against it.
“Though this is our first direct meeting, I gather you have no hobby of attacking the wounded.”
Im Su-je’s hand slowly moved toward his sword hilt. But he did not draw it.
“A dog of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance comes to the Ihwageomseonchong and has only that to say? I don’t know how much you know of me, but no hobby of attacking the wounded? Well. If necessity demands it, shouldn’t a martial artist act accordingly?”

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