Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 340

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Chapter 340
“What… what is this…!”
Shin Ju-je gasped in shock.
It was unmistakable.
The flames of Absolute Flame Soul Heaven Art were being pushed back.
How was this possible when both used Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown?
In that brief moment, a sword blade pierced through the inferno and extended toward him.
Caught off guard, Shin Ju-je couldn’t react, but Shin Ju-yang beside him did. He drew his sword and deflected the incoming blade.
Clang!
It was Dong Mu-rin’s sword that bounced back, yet it was Shin Ju-yang whose expression hardened.
‘…A sword swung a second time… possesses this level of destructive power?’
Though the thought remained unspoken, the arm of Shin Ju-yang that had deflected Dong Mu-rin’s blade trembled slightly.
He felt it clearly.
Something was wrong with this man.
Dong Mu-rin’s sword swung again. Demonic Transformation bloomed once more, and it flew toward the two brothers.
Both brothers quickly retreated backward.
The severed hem of their daopo fluttered through the air before igniting in the sky.
Shin Ju-je cried out urgently.
“Brother!”
The two brothers exchanged a brief glance and, as if by prior agreement, positioned themselves to the left and right.
Dong Mu-rin’s eyes grew cold and sharp.
The gray ash scattered across the ground was quite impressive, yet posed no real threat.
He surveyed both sides. The two brothers rushed forward.
Their sword stances, the direction their feet pressed against the ground.
The martial arts of Hondo Maryeom Palace that I had memorized countless times were unmistakable, yet slightly different.
Absolute Flame Soul Heaven Art
Flame Dragon Ascension
Two dragons descended upon Dong Mu-rin.
In that fleeting instant, Dong Mu-rin spun his body, grasped one dragon’s head with his left hand, and hurled it in the opposite direction.
Then, regaining his balance, he brought his sword down from above.
Demonic Flame Extreme Heaven Sword Technique
Demon Flame Roaring Heaven
Black flames exploded from Dong Mu-rin’s left hand with his sword.
Shin Ju-je’s flame dragon vanished in an instant.
“This is impossible…”
Shin Ju-je’s face went pale. He glanced to the side. Shin Ju-yang, who had created the dragon but failed to properly handle the one that returned to him, stood gasping for breath, his entire body covered in burns.
This transcended mere strangeness—it was bizarre.
Absolute Flame Soul Heaven Art was undoubtedly a Peerless Martial Art.
Shin Ju-eon had coveted it so greatly, and its power was indeed overwhelming. They had even incorporated it into the secret martial arts of Hondo Maryeom Palace to create new techniques.
Yet to be overwhelmed like this made no sense.
“What in the world… what kind of martial art are you wielding?!”
Shin Ju-je cried out, pushing off from his position and swinging his sword with tremendous force.
Absolute Flame Heavenly Chaos Art
Karmic Fire Annihilation
Crimson flames erupted from his blade, sweeping forth like a tempest.
Even as the walls of Byeol Gwan melted away and demonic fire consumed everything, Dong Mu-rin remained utterly unmoved.
The most essential teaching from Seol Woon-hwi was singular.
Stillness.
The Demonic Flame Extreme Heaven Sword Technique could only unleash its full power while maintaining the posture of absolute stillness.
Just as now.
His shoulder trembled. His sword cleaved through the empty air, advancing forward.
Demonic Flame Extreme Heaven Sword Technique
Flame Spirit Descends Upon the World
Black flames coalesced into a towering pillar, piercing through the ceiling and rising skyward. Then they transformed into arrows, raining down upon Shin Ju-yang.
Shin Ju-yang’s eyes widened.
This was far too different from conventional martial arts.
A martial artist from Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown could unleash something like this?
“What kind of accursed martial art is this?!”
He cried out, desperately swinging his sword.
Every martial art he knew poured forth.
Martial arts specialized in defense, martial arts specialized in offense, martial arts specialized in evasion.
He stamped the ground frantically, again and again.
Yet there were too many arrows.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack—!!
Over a dozen flame arrows pierced through his body. Blood gushed from every part of him except his head.
“Ugh…!”
Shin Ju-yang collapsed to the ground on his knees, then fell forward.
His limbs had lost all sensation.
He felt it approaching.
Inevitable death.
“Brother—!!”
Shin Ju-je, covered in burns, pushed off from his position to shield his brother.
Tears of blood streamed from his eyes.
His true energy erupted explosively upward.
This was unmistakably Innate True Qi, not ordinary energy.
He had staked his life on a single move.
Absolute Flame Heavenly Chaos Art
Heavenly Chaos Great Flame
His gaze grew cold and sharp, and his lips began to move silently.
Divine Demon Descends Upon the World, Incinerating All Things.
The Heavenly Demon descended upon the world to burn all things,
Ultimate Sword Breaks Void Slashes Enemies.
The ultimate blade cleaved through the empty air, severing my foes.
As the incantation flowed forth, a serene tranquility settled within Dong Mu-rin’s inner being.
‘As my Master taught.’
I recalled what Seol Woon-hwi had emphasized.
That true Demonic Transformation does not arise from anger.
Rather, it blooms from within perfect inner peace, emerging like stillness from a deep lake.
My heart no longer wavered with emotion.
The longing for vengeance, the yearning for Father—all had sunk beneath the quiet waters of tranquility.
Yet paradoxically, from that perfect serenity arose a purer, more formidable killing intent.
This was the essence of the Demonic Fire Halberd Heaven Sword Technique.
Absolute destructive power manifested through will rather than emotion, through coldness rather than rage.
The killing intent emanating from my body was colder than any fury and purer than any hatred.
It was like an ice-cold flame.
Demonic Fire Halberd Heaven Sword Technique
Halberd Heaven Demon Slash
Black flames coalesced into a colossal blade. It tore through Shin Ju-je’s wall of fire in an instant and hurtled toward him.
“Ahhh…!”
Shin Ju-je, his death cry torn from his throat, attempted to evade, but the speed was too great.
Shing—!
His right arm was severed at the shoulder. Blood fountained forth.
“Aaaahhh—!”
Shin Ju-je screamed and collapsed to the ground.
It was over.
Disbelief and bewilderment clouded Shin Ju-je’s eyes, and rightfully so.
No matter how he thought about it, neither Shin Ju-yang nor Shin Ju-je—on the verge of death—could possibly comprehend this situation.
The Absolute Flame Soul Heaven Technique was undoubtedly a Peerless Martial Art.
Shin Ju-eon had not coveted it without reason.
Yet before Dong Mu-rin’s martial arts, it was as helpless as a child’s toy.
Shin Ju-je raised his sword with his remaining left arm and cried out.
“How… can such a martial art even exist? No matter how demonic the technique, this is absurd!”
“Absurd, you say?”
Dong Mu-rin chuckled softly.
“It was created by him. Of course it stands above the likes of your martial arts.”
“By him….”
“Seol Woon-hwi—my Master.”
In that instant, the faces of both brothers were painted with shock.
A martial art created by Seol Woon-hwi?
At such a young age, he could create such a Peerless Martial Art?
“That’s a lie… No matter how talented, such a thing shouldn’t be possible…”
Yet reality stood before them. Dong Mu-rin’s Demonic Transformation Extreme Heaven Sword Technique overwhelmingly surpassed their Absolute Flame Soul Heaven Art.
But the most crucial matter lay elsewhere.
An absolute, immutable truth these two brothers could never comprehend.
“What matters is not martial arts, but the person wielding them.”
Yes, no matter how much one dressed it up or what one did, this remained the truth.
Peerless Martial Arts meant nothing if the one executing them was not peerless themselves—then it ceased to be Peerless Martial Arts at all.
That conversation from my exchange with the Sword King held the ultimate meaning all Martial Artists should pursue.
Dong Mu-rin walked forward slowly, then extended his sword.
Thwack—!
Shin Ju-je’s neck was pierced through.
“Ugh… hack…”
Dong Mu-rin, who had been watching with cold eyes, withdrew the blade and swung it in one motion.
Shing.
Shin Ju-je’s head fell to the ground.
Dong Mu-rin glanced briefly at it rolling away.
Shin Ju-yang lay writhing on the floor below.
“P… please… spare me…”
Upon hearing this, I furrowed my brow sharply.
No matter how much one valued composure, this was not it.
“So the Young Palace Lord of the Mixed Path Demon Flame Palace merely begs for his life.”
“…Is there nothing more precious than life!”
For Shin Ju-yang, whose Final Moment of Clarity had already arrived, there was no way to return to life.
“Something more precious than life? There is exactly one.”
“What… is it…”
“Conviction.”
“…What…?”
“Your pathetic nature comes before conviction, and my desire to become stronger comes before my vengeance.”
“…”
“That is conviction. To carry out one’s will in every single moment. You… have failed.”
What use was there in speaking to a corpse?
It only wearied the mouth.
I walked forward and severed Shin Ju-yang’s neck.
With a shing, the head fell away.
Dong Mu-rin gazed at the two brothers’ heads lying peacefully together, then slowly sheathed his sword and surveyed the surroundings.
This place, no longer worthy of being called the Byeol Gwan, had already been reduced to devastation.
Tsk.
After a light click of the tongue, I picked up the two heads and moved on.
This outcome was inevitable.
There is a saying that a Martial Artist is completed by the number of people they have slain.
Whether that was truly right or wrong is beside the point—a martial artist who has killed many carries a distinctly different aura.
From the moment Dong Mu-rin changed his name to Han Mu-rin, he lived with genuine ferocity.
These two were, plainly speaking, greenhouse flowers, and there was no way such delicate blooms could overcome weeds.
Dong Mu-rin’s destination was the Sect Master Hall.
Walking toward its entrance, where barely any structure remained, Dong Mu-rin could see Hwa Mu-nyeom and Shin Ju-eon locked in combat, their bodies drenched in blood.
I owed Hwa Mu-nyeom a great debt.
Even if it began as pity or apology toward my own disciple, I could not deny what I had received.
The martial arts he taught me.
And the martial arts I received from Seol Woon-hwi.
I had been searching for a way to blend these two, and Hwa Mu-nyeom’s guidance was instrumental in allowing me to wield the Demonic Transformation Extreme Heaven Sword Technique with such proficiency.
I intended to repay it all.
Watching quietly, I lowered the two heads I held in my hands to the ground.
Then, without a moment’s hesitation, I crushed them.
Crack—!
With that sound, Shin Ju-eon’s gaze, which had been focused on executing a technique against Hwa Mu-nyeom, turned toward Dong Mu-rin.
Dong Mu-rin met that gaze.
Again, there was no hesitation.
I crushed the remaining head as well.
Crack.
Witnessing the two completely pulverized heads, Shin Ju-eon, despite being a master of Limitless Divine Manifestation, staggered where he stood in shock, and Hwa Mu-nyeom did not miss that opening.
Thrust—!
Shin Ju-eon’s solar plexus was pierced through.
As he collapsed helplessly to the ground, Hwa Mu-nyeom calmly stomped on Shin Ju-eon’s dantian.
A deafening boom erupted, and simultaneously, a tremendous storm of energy swept across all directions.
The release of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy that had been dormant in his dantian unleashed an impact powerful enough to completely clear away the ruins of the already-collapsed Sect Master Hall.
Dong Mu-rin, having exerted himself somewhat, staggered slightly where he stood.
Someone steadied his shoulder.
“Are you alright?”
It was Seol Woon-hwi.
The moment I saw him, all the heaviness that had been pressing down on my entire body vanished.
I felt incredibly light. Light enough to soar.
I smiled brightly.
“I’m fine.”
“How do you feel?”
My smile deepened.
“Like I could fly.”
Then.
“Go finish it.”
Dong Mu-rin nodded and turned his head.
Shin Ju-eon was visible, gasping for breath.
There was only one thing Seol Woon-hwi meant by closure.
Settling the gratitude and grudges bound between him and Shin Ju-eon.
“I will return.”
Dong Mu-rin turned to leave, passing by Seol Woon-hwi who nodded in acknowledgment.

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