Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 336

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Chapter 336
“You speak in riddles. I struggle merely to lead the Martial Alliance, and you suggest I covet the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance? I came only out of concern. If the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, already shaken once, trembles again, then hundreds of sects within its domain will also be destabilized.”
“….”
“That would mean the order of the Murim, the way of martial artists, and countless other values would fall into chaos—which is why I came.”
Seol Woon-hwi chuckled softly before asking casually.
“Did you prepare that speech beforehand?”
Gun Mu-gyeol, his brow slightly furrowed, answered immediately.
“Those who wait for opportunity prepare at every moment.”
It was an evasive answer, yet in that instant, Gun Mu-gyeol’s pupils gleamed with killing intent, while Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes oddly sparkled with delight.
“I knew you had audacity, but seeing it again now… it’s more than mere boldness.”
“Is that so.”
“You seem to know far more about me than I expected. Where does such information come from?”
Seol Woon-hwi’s answer was remarkably simple.
“Snow Mountain knows more than one might think.”
“….”
“You surely understand that no secret remains eternal in this world. Moreover, no matter how distant Snow Palace lies in Sae-oe, it too is part of the Murim. Senior.”
“…A curious fellow indeed.”
The mask had not been completely removed—merely lifted slightly. Yet Gun Mu-gyeol held Seol Woon-hwi in high regard for even that much.
Seol Woon-hwi shifted his gaze toward the cliff below.
The fierce battle between Yeom Wang and Shin Ju-eon was laying waste to Yeom-ma Mountain.
“The fight will not last long.”
“….”
“One of them will certainly die, and the survivor will suffer surprisingly minor wounds.”
“It seems Yeom Wang has chosen seclusion while refusing to abandon his life as a martial artist.”
Just as Seol Woon-hwi in his previous life had been unaware of the Silent World Society’s existence, Gun Mu-gyeol too remained ignorant of it.
“Each person has their own life to live, after all.”
“True.”
“At this point, I would like to propose a transaction to the Alliance Leader.”
“A transaction?”
“I will provide you with something you need. In return, please refrain from interfering in the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance’s affairs for at least five years.”
Gun Mu-gyeol regarded Seol Woon-hwi with interest.
Setting aside the matter of refraining from interference, what could someone bearing the title of Cheon Ui Jung-jeong—a genius whose name shines throughout the Murim—possibly offer? Gun Mu-gyeol wondered.
“Something I need… Now I grow curious. Humans are creatures of desire; I too have wants and many needs, yet priorities exist among them. Whatever you offer, if it ranks lower in my hierarchy, it becomes merely conversation fodder….”
“A path to ascend to Primordial Sole Existence.”
Ordinarily, a master of Gun Mu-gyeol’s caliber would never have his words cut short.
Who would dare commit such rudeness to one of Gun Mu-gyeol’s stature?
Such rudeness would mean death itself, yet in this moment, Gun Mu-gyeol could not even fathom such things.
His expression hardened, his mouth falling slightly open.
He was genuinely taken aback.
Seol Woon-hwi had spoken clearly.
I’ll give you what you need most.
That’s right.
For Gun Mu-gyeol, life’s top priority was never something trivial like having his mask torn away or protecting the Martial Alliance.
The Martial Alliance’s interests? Frankly, he couldn’t care less about such things.
There was only one thing that truly captivated him.
His own cultivation level.
The enlightenment that seemed within reach yet remained just beyond his grasp—the realization that had tormented him relentlessly for years—made Seol Woon-hwi’s words potent enough to freeze all of Gun Mu-gyeol’s actions in place.
“…I didn’t expect much, but you’ve piqued my interest.”
“Then may I continue?”
“Go ahead.”
“The Alliance Leader surely plans to reach Primordial Sole Existence within three years. But there is a faster way.”
Conviction resonated in Seol Woon-hwi’s voice.
“Within six months, I will bring you to Primordial Sole Existence.”
Gun Mu-gyeol’s eyes widened considerably.
Had anyone other than a martial artist of Seol Woon-hwi’s caliber uttered such words, he would have scoffed, ignored them entirely, or killed them without hesitation.
It was utter nonsense.
But with Seol Woon-hwi, things were different.
“Strange rumors have been circulating.”
“What rumors, if I may ask?”
“That the Palace Lord of Snow Palace has reached Primordial Sole Existence.”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded.
“It’s no rumor.”
…
“The Palace Lord of Snow Palace has already ascended to the highest realm of the Five Realms of Martial God—a state worthy of being called a Martial God himself.”
That Seol Jung-cheon had reached Primordial Sole Existence was no secret.
There was no intention to conceal it, yet neither did anyone broadcast it.
Seol Jung-cheon was simply too occupied, and such matters held no interest for him, yet rumors—being footless—spread across the entire Murim with astonishing speed.
The Supreme One of Snow Palace had ascended to a realm where he could contend for supremacy in Murim itself. Yet the martial artists of the Central Plains fundamentally regarded everything from Sae-oe as beneath them.
It was a habit difficult to change.
So most denied it.
How could a martial artist from Sae-oe possibly reach a realm that even the current Alliance Leaders of the Martial Alliance and the Four Heaven Alliance had not attained?
It made no sense, and so it was dismissed.
This was why Gun Mu-gyeol had referred to it as a “rumor.”
And now that rumor had been confirmed as fact—Seol Jung-cheon was indeed a monster who had reached Primordial Sole Existence, a Martial God capable of contending for the highest seat in the Central Plains.
It was reason enough for Gun Mu-gyeol’s shock, and naturally the next question followed.
“Did you help him?”
“He is hardly one who would need my assistance, but we did have a profound conversation.”
“…I’ve heard you’ve elevated martial artists’ realms several times before. You even made our Vice Alliance Leader lose face with a divine move. But was it to this extent?”
Gun Mu-gyeol’s pupils gleamed.
“To elevate a martial artist of Great Void Formless to Primordial Sole Existence…?”
In response to his question, Seol Woon-hwi answered with a somewhat unexpected inquiry of his own.
“Do you wish to kill me?”
Gun Mu-gyeol stared at him in silence.
In that moment, Gun Mu-gyeol possessed a conviction more absolute than ever before.
The Seol Woon-hwi standing before him.
This man must die.
Whether through direct killing, indirect murder, or any other means—he must be erased from this world.
If elevating a martial artist’s realm only applied to those at the Heaven Earth Four Realms level, one could accept it.
Even if one were generous and acknowledged that reaching Limitless Divine Manifestation among the Martial God Five Realms qualified as genius, but elevating a Great Void Formless martial artist to Primordial Sole Existence?
Could he truly grant the enlightenment obtained through that process at such a tender age?
This transcended mere impossibility—it was dangerously excessive.
A martial artist’s realm is power itself.
There exists no high-realm martial artist without power.
Even if one harbors no personal interest in power, ascending beyond Great Void Formless attracts followers, and those eager to curry favor swarm like locusts.
This young man before me could create legions of such followers.
That means the true order of the Martial World would be established around this man at its center.
“Do not rush.”
“…Rush?”
“Surely you should reap the benefits as well.”
Gun Mu-gyeol could not shake the feeling that this man was toying with him.
Yet.
This was poison he had no choice but to swallow.
“You would elevate me? To Primordial Sole Existence?”
“Yes. But not immediately.”
“Then what of mine should I trust to accept such a bargain?”
“Rather than trust me, trust the path I have built.”
“…”
“I have delivered results in every circumstance. And every promise I have made, I have kept without fail.”
Gun Mu-gyeol’s gaze turned toward the Hondo Maryeom Palace burning in the distance.
“That too must be part of your promise.”
“Correct. I made a promise to Dong Mu-rin, my man. To aid his revenge.”
“And Yeom Wang?”
“My promise with Yeom Wang is unrelated to the Hondo Maryeom Palace. Yet viewed broadly, this revenge is part of fulfilling that promise as well.”
Gun Mu-gyeol laughed softly and spoke.
“Very well. You have sufficiently proven yourself a man of your word, so I accept. But.”
The “but” that followed was crucial.
“If you begin elevating me to Primordial Sole Existence immediately.”
Seol Woon-hwi let out a quiet laugh.
“Do I appear foolish to you?”
“Hmm?”
“The work will begin in six months.”
Gun Mu-gyeol’s brow furrowed sharply.
“…Six months?”
“Yes. Six months. After that time, I will go to the Martial Alliance myself.”
Gun Mu-gyeol shook his head.
“With such conditions, I should be the one to refuse….”
“As you said, the cliff is quite high indeed.”
“…What?”
After gathering all my internal energy, I turned toward the cliff.
Gun Mu-gyeol’s eyes trembled visibly.
…What kind of bastard does such a thing.
“Cautious people tend to harbor more suspicion than ordinary ones.”
“….”
“Far more, indeed. Even after learning about people through rumors and gathering information to form conclusions, they endlessly demand proof… Unfortunately, such people must be shown directly.”
Standing at the cliff’s edge, I gazed at Gun Mu-gyeol.
“What do you think, Senior?”
“…What are you saying?”
“If I fall from here, will I use my internal energy or not?”
“….”
“You have no answer. Let me tell you then. I will not draw upon my internal energy at all. I will simply fall and accept death.”
“You, who has accumulated such achievements, would die in a place like this? Through suicide, no less?”
“What else can I do? A promise made is a promise to be kept.”
“….”
“The decision is yours to make, Senior.”
Before Gun Mu-gyeol could speak.
I hurled myself from the cliff.
In that brief moment.
Gun Mu-gyeol felt it with absolute certainty.
This young bastard understood him perfectly.
I had presented two facts.
One was that the Palace Lord of Snow Palace and my father had reached Primordial Sole Existence.
The other was that I would elevate him to Primordial Sole Existence in six months.
Gun Mu-gyeol’s realm is Great Void Formless. Who is his greatest enemy?
Kang Cheon-u, the leader of the Four Heaven Alliance.
In truth, the reason Snow Palace had not been restrained until now was because they dwelt in Sae-oe. Even if they reached Primordial Sole Existence, that would not change.
But precautions were necessary.
He had to reach Primordial Sole Existence before Kang Cheon-u. Ultimately, factional conflicts were decided by the realm of their leaders, and to break that balance, he had to ascend before Kang Cheon-u.
Seol Woon-hwi, falling from the cliff.
Though it was awkward to say, he was a golden lifeline to Gun Mu-gyeol.
He had to grasp it.
Before killing, I must extract every last drop of value.
In this moment where time itself seemed to fracture, Gun Mu-gyeol’s thoughts crystallized and his decision formed in the same breath.
As he extended his hand, the falling Seol Woon-hwi was pulled back up onto the cliff.
It was a flawless manipulation of the void itself, and Seol Woon-hwi descended to the ground with a remarkably serene expression—as if he had already anticipated this outcome.
It was Gun Mu-gyeol whose expression had darkened.
“…This one is not easy to deal with.”

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