Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 355

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Chapter 355
Killing intent erupted from Ya Su-yeong’s body, sweeping across the entire cavern. A cold and razor-sharp aura spread in all directions, like the biting wind of the depths of winter.
The martial artists nearby retreated in unison.
Some screamed, while others collapsed where they stood.
The killing intent unleashed by a master of the Heaven-Human Realm was something those of lower cultivation could scarcely endure.
In an instant.
Ya Su-yeong’s body vanished.
Or rather, she moved so swiftly that the eye could not follow.
Without a whisper of wind, Seol Woon-hwi’s hair fluttered.
It was the vacuum created by Ya Su-yeong’s movement.
In her right hand materialized a black hidden dagger, drawn from nowhere in an instant.
A faint violet sheen gleamed along its edge—whether from poison or not, it was a weapon specialized in assassination techniques, befitting the master of the Black Clothes Tower.
The dagger’s point lanced toward Seol Woon-hwi’s throat like lightning.
A killing blow.
An attack unleashed with full power by a Heaven-Human Realm master.
A perfect ambush that allowed no time to evade or defend.
Yet Seol Woon-hwi did not even flinch.
He merely wore a serene expression.
A peculiar sound rang out.
Ya Su-yeong’s dagger stopped.
Just before it touched Seol Woon-hwi’s throat, precisely three inches away.
Manager Seong’s hand had caught the dagger’s blade.
“You mad wretch. I’ve watched in silence, yet you dare lay a hand on the Young Master?”
Manager Seong’s voice was colder than any he had ever used before.
Ya Su-yeong’s eyes widened—she could not comprehend this situation. It had been a perfect ambush. Even among assassins of equal rank, how could one not directly targeted still react?
This made no sense. It was impossible.
How…?
“So you truly were Heaven-Human Realm?”
Manager Seong applied force to the hand gripping the dagger.
With a sharp crack, the blade shattered into fragments.
Immediately, Manager Seong’s body rotated. His left leg rose.
There was no time to react. Manager Seong’s instep struck Ya Su-yeong’s temple with perfect precision.
A thunderous boom—!!
The sound of bone breaking echoed. Ya Su-yeong’s body flew in a parabolic arc, finally halting only after crashing into a rock some thirty feet away.
Yet Manager Seong’s movements were far from finished.
Upon landing, his right hand swept to his waist. In a flash faster than lightning, he drew something.
A hidden dagger.
Similar in shape to the one Ya Su-yeong wielded, but slightly larger. Cold Han Gi radiated from its edge.
His gaze fixed directly ahead.
His eyes stared straight ahead.
A massive shadow was approaching.
Mu-jin, the young novice of Shin Gang.
The moment Ya Su-yeong came under attack, he rushed forward with his stone staff, and his enormous frame unleashed a tremendous aura to match.
“Amitabha!”
Mu-jin’s stone staff descended. As it cut through the air, golden energy flowed from it—the True Energy of the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art.
But Manager Seong’s Hidden Dagger was faster.
Before the staff could reach Manager Seong’s head, his dagger pierced the tip of the staff.
The staff and dagger collided head-on.
Boom!
A deafening roar erupted as if heaven and earth themselves were shaking.
The shockwave that burst outward shattered the stones on the ground into fragments, and cracks spider-webbed across the cavern walls.
The martial artists nearby were thrown back against the walls by the force.
In that brief moment as both men were pushed back a step, Manager Seong’s legs drove against the ground.
Again, his speed was nearly that of a flash of light.
Crash!!
As Manager Seong’s foot struck the staff, the stone weapon—already cracked from the collision with the dagger—shattered completely, its fragments scattering in all directions.
“This cannot be…”
Mu-jin gasped in shock. The staff was as precious to him as his own life. A weapon he had carried for decades had just been destroyed.
He quietly retreated backward, creating distance.
Manager Seong did not advance further, but opened his mouth with a quiet voice.
“Venerable Mu-jin.”
“…Amitabha…”
“If you lay hands on the Young Master again, I will kill you.”
With those words, an immense aura erupted from Manager Seong’s body.
This was not the aura of a master who had merely just reached the Heaven-Human Realm.
It was stable and destructive, as if he had dwelt in that realm for a long time.
While Mu-jin, Ya Su-yeong, and all the martial artists in the cavern were taken aback, only one person remained serene.
It was Seol Woon-hwi.
As if nothing had happened, he withdrew something from his robes.
It was Divine Ginseng Smoke.
He placed it between his lips, snapped his fingers, and flames ignited.
Smoke drifted upward.
A sweet yet subtle fragrance spread throughout the cavern.
The sight was like a painting.
“There is a saying among martial artists: one stakes one’s life upon the sword.”
Ya Su-yeong and Mu-jin turned their gaze toward Seol Woon-hwi.
“Since you have begun, it seems you must see it through to the end.”
“…Who…are you?”
Seol Woon-hwi said nothing.
“Your name is Mu Myeong? You arrogant bastard. And your senior brother is Cheong Mu-jeon? You truly take us for fools. What kind of senior in this world addresses his junior disciple as ‘Young Master’?”
It wasn’t a slip of the tongue.
The moment I discerned their scheme, I had already made my decision and revealed it.
Seol Woon-hwi, who had been drawing upon Divine Ginseng Smoke, spoke tersely.
“Manager Seong.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Can you handle two of them at once?”
Manager Seong adjusted his grip on the Hidden Dagger and replied.
“Yes.”
Then.
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
“Kill them.”
Before those words had even finished, Manager Seong launched himself from his position.
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The instant Manager Seong and Mu-jin clashed, Ya Su-yeong rose from the rock. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes still writhed with killing intent.
She had already decided.
She didn’t care who these two bastards were.
Without fail.
By whatever means necessary, she would kill them here.
“Junior, you’re quite impressive.”
“I did nothing. Senior.”
That was true.
Seol Woon-hwi had done nothing. He had merely observed.
“So you’re called Young Master… Never mind. You appear to be from some noble house. I’ll send you to the Afterlife today.”
Ya Su-yeong withdrew something from her garment. It was a black pill.
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes narrowed.
It didn’t resemble Training Resources, and it appeared to be a Spirit Pill of the darker variety.
“Will consuming that change things?”
“It will.”
“I see.”
“…Did our Black Clothes Tower seem so easy to you?”
“I never thought you easy. Your organization simply did not meet my standards.”
“…You have quite the tongue on you. Whelp.”
Ya Su-yeong, who had stared at Seol Woon-hwi for a moment as he refused to respond further, tossed the pill into her mouth.
Immediately, a black aura surged from Ya Su-yeong’s body.
The moment I witnessed it, I understood.
What that pill was.
“You will meet with an unfavorable outcome.”
“…”
“Even if you consume the Demonic Blood Qi Pill, little will change. If you’ve resolved to die as a mere insect—neither a martial artist nor an assassin—then I cannot respect that choice.”
Ya Su-yeong ignored him.
The Demonic Blood Qi Pill was a forbidden substance even within the Murim.
Its efficacy was singular, yet its power was immense.
The Demonic Blood Qi Pill transformed Innate True Energy into Demonic Energy.
“See you later. You won’t die easily.”
With those words, Ya Su-yeong rushed toward Manager Seong, who was locked in fierce combat with Mu-jin.
“…Amitabha. This humble monk shall now reveal his true strength.”
As two Heaven-Human Realm masters simultaneously unleashed their full aura, Manager Seong’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
He withdrew his Hidden Dagger and drew forth a new weapon from behind his back.
It was a long, slender sword whose blade shimmered with an icy blue radiance, and from the sword itself emanated a biting Cold Energy.
The Treasured Sword of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan,
the Frostsnow Sword.
Until now, his Enlightenment had been insufficient to wield it.
But that was no longer the case.
“Thirteen Snowshadow Strikes.”
Manager Seong murmured the technique’s name in a low voice.
In an instant, his form blurred—like a shadow appearing and vanishing within a blizzard.
Unmuyubo.
The supreme Movement Technique of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan unfurled.
Ya Su-yeong’s eyes widened.
“Wait… this is… from Baekseol Wiryeong Dan?”
But before she could finish speaking, Manager Seong’s sword came flying.
First strike: Snowflake Dance.
Dozens of sword shadows materialized in the air—beautiful yet lethal, like snowflakes swirling in the wind.
Ya Su-yeong hastily blocked with her Hidden Dagger, but the shadows held no substance. The true attack came from elsewhere.
Second strike: Frozen Soul Shatters Heaven.
Blue Sword Qi poured forth from Manager Seong’s blade tip, and the air it touched froze instantly.
Ya Su-yeong dodged to the side, but where the Sword Qi grazed, a thick layer of ice formed upon the ground.
“You… surely you’re not…?”
Manager Seong’s assault was far from over.
From the third strike through the thirteenth, every technique of the Thirteen Snowshadow Strikes unfolded in succession.
Third strike: Snowmountain Collapse, Fourth strike: Frozen Dragon Emerges from the Sea, Fifth strike: Desolate Chill Wind…
Each technique possessed distinct characteristics. Some were swift and sharp, others heavy and overwhelming.
Some specialized in ambush, others in wide-ranging devastation.
Yet all shared a common thread: the biting Cold Energy that permeated them.
Wherever Manager Seong’s sword passed, ice flowers bloomed, and moisture in the air crystallized into falling snowflakes.
This was the true essence of the Thirteen Snowshadow Strikes.
Ya Su-yeong and Mu-jin defended desperately, yet both were being pushed back.
Ya Su-yeong in particular had already sustained several wounds from grazing contact with the Sword Qi.
I had believed him to be an Assassin, but he was no Assassin.
He was a Swordmaster wearing an Assassin’s mask.
“The Baekseol Wiryeong Dan possesses such a martial art?”
Mu-jin found himself in the same predicament. He defended desperately with his shattered stone palms, but even his Diamond Indestructible Divine Art struggled against the frigid sword energy that cut through his defenses.
It was at that very moment.
Manager Seong withdrew his sword and drew the hidden dagger from his waist instead.
Immediately, black and blue auras erupted simultaneously from his body.
The pinnacle of assassination martial arts created by the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan’s master over twenty years.
The Frozen Soul Poison Supreme Incantation.
He opened his mouth and began to recite the Incantation Formula.
Cold energy flows like poison energy.
The chill becomes as lethal as venom.
The frozen soul shatters heaven and earth.
Ice’s essence breaks the cosmos asunder.
As the Incantation Formula concluded, blue aura surged from Manager Seong’s form. Extreme cold energy spread outward like poison itself, consuming all it touched.
This was a cold energy that pierced flesh and bone to freeze the very soul—an aura that dissolved the essence of life itself.
This was the ultimate pinnacle that the master had pursued.
The air surrounding Manager Seong turned white.
Manager Seong stepped forward.
His physical form became translucent.
Unmuyubo.
Mu-jin urgently unleashed his Diamond Indestructible Divine Art and thrust his fist forward.
The direction: upper right.
His instinct screamed at him. It had to be there.
Remarkably, his prediction proved accurate.
Crash—!!
The instant Manager Seong’s hidden dagger collided with Mu-jin’s fist, a brief smile crossed Mu-jin’s lips.

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