Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 335

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Chapter 335
“Then show me.”
In that instant, an enormous surge of qi collided between the two figures.
Kwaaarrrrng—!!
The entire Sect Master Hall trembled. Paintings hanging on both walls fell, and teacups scattered across the table tumbled to the floor.
Manager Seong rushed to shield Seol Woon-hwi.
“Young Master, it’s dangerous!”
Yet Seol Woon-hwi rose from his seat with a serene expression.
His gaze turned outward.
Manager Seong asked.
“Why… are you doing this?”
Two masters of the Limitless Divine Manifestation had begun fighting in the vicinity.
It was chaos upon chaos, and for Seol Woon-hwi to simply gaze outside at such a moment made Manager Seong feel as though he might lose his mind.
“You must take shelter…”
Seol Woon-hwi quietly placed his hand on Manager Seong’s shoulder.
“There is somewhere I must go briefly. Observe everything that unfolds here.”
“…Where are you going?”
He did not answer directly.
Seol Woon-hwi turned his gaze toward Hwa Mu-ryeong.
“Watch the battle between these two. Then you will understand what will and determination Yeom Wang possessed.”
Hwa Mu-ryeong nodded.
“Most of what Shin Ju-eon said was meant to shake your emotions, but some of it held truth. Yeom Wang did not fail to avenge Dong Yu-seong. He could not. When Dong Mu-rin, who was alive, faced Shin Ju-eon’s attempt to kill him, Yeom Wang could not stand idle and stepped forward. This becomes his new justification.”
Hwa Mu-ryeong’s eyes wavered.
“He has turned his back on the Murim for so long that he must be quite dull by now…”
At Hwa Mu-ryeong’s worried words, Seol Woon-hwi finally let out a soft laugh.
“Just watch.”
Above all.
“If Hwa Mu-nyeom had simply turned his back on the Murim and rested, he would never have orchestrated a game like this. Instead, he would have elevated Dong Mu-rin to the realm of the Five Realms of Martial God and then aided his revenge. Because he did not do that, he devised this plan.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes gleamed with certainty.
He could assert it without doubt.
From what Seol Woon-hwi had observed, Hwa Mu-nyeom was a formidable master.
Among all the masters of the Limitless Divine Manifestation currently existing in the Murim, he could be evaluated as the strongest. And this assessment even includes Shin Gang of the Ihwa Geom Cheon Jong.
Seol Woon-hwi shifted his gaze to the old man in the corner.
A large scar marked his face, and where his left arm should have been, only an empty sleeve fluttered.
Jin Seong-hak, the Grand Elder of the Hondo Maryeom Palace.
“Two people of that caliber should be capable of killing him.”
The two men and woman turned to look at Jin Seong-hak.
“…Is he not of the Heaven-Human Realm?”
“He lacks one arm and his internal condition is not intact.”
“He is a person missing an arm and lacking complete benevolence within.”
Jin Seong-hak, who had been listening, let out a hollow laugh.
“I must be getting old. Here I am, receiving such words from someone who isn’t even worth a fledgling in the Murim.”
Seol Woon-hwi did not bother to respond.
The Heaven-Human Realm had its own variations.
From what Seol Woon-hwi could see, Jin Seong-hak was absolutely not at his peak.
Yet there was only one reason he remained in this place.
He possessed confidence that he would survive.
It was not merely because he trusted Shin Ju-eon.
“As an elder of the Murim, allow me to offer one piece of advice.”
Manager Seong and Hwa Mu-ryeong had already drawn their weapons, but Jin Seong-hak paid them no mind.
He simply continued speaking quietly.
“Sheathe your weapons and remain seated. That way, your chances of survival will increase, however slightly.”
Seol Woon-hwi replied.
“Do you believe the person outside will protect you?”
“….”
“You are profoundly ignorant.”
“Are you speaking of me?”
“Yes. That person outside is cunning—among the countless individuals I have encountered in the Murim, he ranks within the top three.”
“….”
“To entrust one’s life to such a man… there is no need to say more.”
Seol Woon-hwi turned away and spoke.
“Kill him.”
Manager Seong and Hwa Mu-ryeong nodded and leaped forward.
And Seol Woon-hwi’s prediction proved accurate.
Apparently not expecting them to charge so suddenly, Jin Seong-hak gasped and retreated backward.
And then it happened.
Seol Woon-hwi, who had turned away, drew the hidden dagger from his waist and hurled it as he spun around.
It was an action no one could have anticipated, and its speed was remarkable.
Shwiiing—!
Tearing through the air, it passed between Manager Seong and Hwa Mu-ryeong as they charged forward, embedding itself in Jin Seong-hak’s right shoulder.
Thud.
The sound echoed a moment later.
The man and woman exchanged a brief bewildered glance at Seol Woon-hwi.
Jin Seong-hak, who had only his right arm remaining, now had a hidden dagger driven into that very right shoulder—it conveyed a single meaning.
“We have much work ahead. Try not to sustain any wounds if possible.”
Manager Seong covered his mouth.
“This Seong Yang-ho is deeply moved by the Young Master’s boundless grace.”
Seol Woon-hwi did not respond and departed the Sect Master Hall.
Upon stepping outside, Seol Woon-hwi paid no heed to the martial artists standing guard in the vicinity and continued forward.
From the moment he had entered the Sect Master Hall, he had felt that presence—’his’ aura.
Among those present, only Seol Woon-hwi sensed it.
This was not because Seol Woon-hwi was exceptional.
It was because ‘he’ was revealing his aura only to Seol Woon-hwi.
Even now, Seol Woon-hwi’s skin prickled with the weight of that presence.
I walked on and on.
My destination was the peak of Yeom-ma Mountain.
Upon arriving there shortly after, I could see two men.
One was a man with a surprisingly slight build.
When I had seen him in my previous life, he seemed larger in stature, yet despite accounting for age, he appeared excessively gaunt.
It seemed he had endured considerable mental anguish recently.
I gazed briefly at Zhuge Yeong-hyeon’s blazing eyes before turning my head.
There stood another man with his hands clasped behind his back.
The emblem of the Martial Alliance was etched distinctly across his back in gold thread.
Hair flowing in the wind.
He turned his head.
Despite his middle age, his appearance rivaled that of a youth.
An extraordinarily handsome man, and the sword sheath at his waist bore the clear inscription ‘Gentleman’.
Gun Mu-gyeol, Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance.
He smiled faintly.
“I have waited long, Cheon Ui Jung-jeong.”
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I had personally severed his head back then, and his appearance had not changed significantly since.
This was truly a peculiar sensation.
I had seen many people again whom I had killed directly or who had been killed by others in my previous life, but the name Gun Mu-gyeol held a different significance for me.
He was truly uncomfortable to face, nauseating even.
In the Murim, there exists a common sense that generally prevails.
Gratitude repaid with gratitude, grudges answered with grudges.
Such principles typically fall within that common understanding, but Gun Mu-gyeol operates differently.
Gratitude repaid with grudges, grudges answered with gratitude.
Whatever his objective, he achieves it without ever soiling his own hands, while meticulously maintaining the appearance of a gentleman from the shadows.
His acting ability is so refined that few ever perceive his true nature.
A man who uses common sense itself as a tool, wielding it thoroughly for his own advantage.
That is Gun Mu-gyeol.
At first, he was difficult to predict and challenging to face.
Unfortunately, after exchanging stratagems several times, I could now anticipate his moves with ease.
I offered a respectful Embracing Fist salute.
“I never expected to meet the Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance in a place like this.”
“Ha, a place like this? The scenery here is quite magnificent.”
Gun Mu-gyeol gazed down at the mountain’s base as he spoke. In the distance, flames soared and explosions thundered across the landscape.
“And with fireworks to admire as well, it is all the more delightful.”
Seol Woon-hwi felt nausea watching Gun Mu-gyeol’s display of courtesy.
“Please, speak freely. I am but a junior in the Murim, after all.”
“Haha. To have accumulated such remarkable accomplishments and yet remain humble… Very well, let us speak without formality.”
Gun Mu-gyeol smiled, and Seol Woon-hwi posed a question.
“Why have you come to this place, Alliance Leader?”
At the direct inquiry, Gun Mu-gyeol’s smile deepened.
“The Heavenly Righteousness Alliance is quite fascinating. A colossal force born from the union of the O Dae Geom-jong and Sa-ma Oe-jong, with potential to grow even greater—how could one not take interest?”
“So you’ve stepped forward personally?”
“I merely positioned myself to mediate.”
“Mediate, you say…”
“Do you doubt it?”
He did not answer.
“You’ve arranged a stage where the core figures of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance and the leadership of the Hondo Maryeom Palace gather to resolve their existing friction—what greater ‘opportunity’ could there be?”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded.
“So your plan is to slaughter everyone and absorb the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.”
Gun Mu-gyeol’s eyes flickered, and Zhuge Yeong-hyeon, standing nearby, bristled.
“How dare you speak thus! The Alliance Leader acts for the greater good—”
Gun Mu-gyeol raised his hand, and Zhuge Yeong-hyeon’s words trailed off as he retreated.
Gun Mu-gyeol regarded Seol Woon-hwi in silence, then spoke to Zhuge Yeong-hyeon.
“Leave us.”
“…Alliance Leader…?”
“There is something I wish to discuss with him alone.”
Zhuge Yeong-hyeon, who had been glaring at Seol Woon-hwi, nodded and vanished toward the thicket.
With only the two of them remaining, Gun Mu-gyeol let out a soft laugh.
“There is a difference between directness and rudeness, yet you are both rude and direct beyond expectation.”
“I shall take it as a compliment, Alliance Leader.”
“Hehehehe…”
Gun Mu-gyeol placed his hand upon the sword at his waist.
“Do you know the origin of this blade?”
“I do.”
“A noble person has duties befitting their station. The Heavenly Righteousness Alliance faces hardship, and the Martial Alliance can provide aid—is this not the convergence of heavenly fortune?”
Whether alone or not, the mask Gun Mu-gyeol wore was thick.
A mask that would never come off easily.
Yet if he desired Zhuge Yeong-hyeon to leave, his intent was singular.
Gun Mu-gyeol gazed down the cliff.
“Quite a height.”
“…”
“At this distance, a single person would be difficult to find. I suspect many have already fallen from here multiple times.”
Gun Mu-gyeol’s eyes gleamed.
“Having lived a long life, one comes to understand certain things.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“When something goes out, something comes in.”
“….”
“You are a genius capable of founding the Realm of Three Mysteries, yet you climbed Yeom-ma Mountain with an injured body… It must have been quite difficult.”
Gun Mu-gyeol gestured for Seol Woon-hwi to come closer.
Seol Woon-hwi chuckled softly and approached Gun Mu-gyeol without the slightest hesitation.
“Be careful. One misstep and you’ll tumble right down the cliff.”
From an objective standpoint, a martial artist of Seol Woon-hwi’s caliber would not suffer even a scratch from falling off such a cliff.
Much less when Gun Mu-gyeol, the Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance, stood right beside him.
But viewed differently, no one knew that Seol Woon-hwi had come to this place.
Only Zhuge Yeong-hyeon knew, and he was Gun Mu-gyeol’s trusted confidant.
If Gun Mu-gyeol were to say that he had conversed with Seol Woon-hwi and left, then suddenly heard something falling, and upon investigation found Seol Woon-hwi dead—Zhuge Yeong-hyeon would believe it. That was the kind of person he was.
And in accordance with that, Gun Mu-gyeol would weave together his own narrative, and Zhuge Yeong-hyeon would spread it throughout the entire Murim as if it were his very destiny.
Any gaps in the story could simply be filled in.
Zhuge Yeong-hyeon was precisely the sort of person who would do so with desperate effort.
These were the kinds of people they were. People who had lived that way.
“Do you covet the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance?”
At Seol Woon-hwi’s direct question, Gun Mu-gyeol tilted his head as if he did not understand the meaning.

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