Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 363

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Chapter 363
“Why? Is the Great Desert too far?”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded.
“I did need to kill him, but I wasn’t in a position to travel to the Great Desert myself. It was then that your promise came to mind.”
“A promise… not a debt?”
“I was being polite about it.”
Eun Woon-saeng burst into laughter.
“You really haven’t changed. Or perhaps you’ve grown even more guarded.”
“Time has passed, after all.”
“Yes, time has passed. But it’s been barely a year. In just that span….”
Eun Woon-saeng studied Seol Woon-hwi carefully.
“You’ve elevated your realm tremendously.”
“I’ve improved somewhat.”
“Somewhat? Is this what you call somewhat?”
Eun Woon-saeng let out a hollow laugh.
“Truly, I’ve never envied anyone in my entire life, yet the Palace Lord of Snow Palace drives me mad with envy.”
“You’re too kind, Senior.”
“I’ve kept sending marriage proposals, yet you ignore them. Do you have no interest in marriage?”
Seol Woon-hwi chuckled softly.
“I have mountains of tasks ahead of me, and marriage doesn’t rank among them.”
“But you don’t rule it out entirely?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
With arms crossed, Eun Woon-saeng pondered something, and Seol Woon-hwi spoke.
“Whether it’s debt or promise, even without such things, I harbor only goodwill toward the Soul Killing Gate. What of you, Senior?”
“What more is there to say? Of course, only goodwill.”
Seol Woon-hwi extended his hand.
“Then, I look forward to our continued cooperation, Senior Eun.”
Eun Woon-saeng uncrossed his arms and grasped that hand.
“Very well. And if things become difficult, contact me anytime. If you ever have business in the Great Desert, let me know.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
As Eun Woon-saeng turned to go, Seol Woon-hwi asked.
“You’re heading to the Great Desert?”
“Where else would I be going?”
Where Eun Woon-saeng was about to step stood a man.
A man who had once come to Snow Palace with Eun Woon-saeng.
Myo Rim, the Vice Sect Leader of the Soul Killing Gate.
Seol Woon-hwi offered him a light cupped fist salute and sent a transmission.
-I wasn’t able to greet you properly back then.
-…You really did sense it.
-Yes.
-…I find myself at a loss for words. When you were at the Flame Qi Four Stages, you already sensed my movements. Now you’ve reached the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth, perhaps even approaching the threshold of the Five Realms of Martial God itself. No matter how I consider it, I have no desire to become your enemy.
-I too have no wish to become an enemy of the Soul Killing Gate, which dominates the Great Desert alongside Senior Myo Rim.
-…Are you trying to bind me with gratitude and grudges?
-If necessary, I would, but I have no desire to do so by force. If I were to bind you artificially, would it not tarnish the goodwill you hold toward me?
Eun Woon-saeng, who had been sitting in quiet silence, spoke abruptly.
“I may lack the skill to read Jeonum transmissions, but I can certainly detect when they’re being exchanged.”
Seol Woon-hwi and Myo Rim fell silent.
“I can guess the general content, but wrap this up appropriately and be done with it.”
At those words, Myo Rim immediately sent a Jeonum transmission.
-If you wish to offer gratitude and grudges, investigate what’s happening recently in the Great Desert. We’ve secured support through the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, but if you help directly, that would be your personal debt rather than the Alliance’s aid. It could become an opportunity.
-I don’t know the details, but I’ll investigate and decide.
No further transmissions came.
And so Eun Woon-saeng and Myo Rim vanished.
Manager Seong, his expression weary, spoke once.
“…There’s nothing more, is there?”
“There shouldn’t be.”
“You’re certain?”
Seol Woon-hwi laughed softly.
“Senior Eun left us a gift.”
Two horses were walking toward them from where the two men had disappeared.
“…Getting entangled with assassin-type figures will only make things troublesome for you.”
The Soul Killing Gate presents itself as an ordinary sect, even one of the sword school variety, but its foundation is that of an assassination sect.
The martial artists of the Great Desert had been divided into exactly two categories.
Warriors and assassins.
It was Eun Woon-saeng who ended the fierce conflict between them and unified them. His assassination techniques alone were extraordinary, but his swordsmanship was so exceptional that his very alias contained the word “sword master”—there was nothing more to say.
He was a legendary figure in the assassin world and more than a legend in the Great Desert itself.
Some called him by the ancient word Khan, but Eun Woon-saeng himself had no desire to be addressed that way.
“Manager Seong.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Could you look into what’s happening in the Great Desert?”
“You’re getting involved?”
Seol Woon-hwi laughed quietly.
“There’s no helping it, is there? That’s what the Murim is.”
Manager Seong scratched his head.
“Understood. I’ll look into it.”
* * *
Two men sat facing each other at the Mei Hua Pavilion of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
It was Seol Woon-hwi and Hwa Mu-nyeom.
Seol Woon-hwi, quietly observing Hwa Mu-nyeom as he personally brewed tea, spoke briefly.
“Today, Alliance Leader.”
“…You’re in a hurry.”
“Because I’ve finished what needed to be done.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom placed a teacup before me.
“I’ve given you a gift, yet I’ve received so much gratitude from you that I see no way to repay it.”
I shook my head.
“The Heavenly Righteousness Alliance has established itself.”
“It has.”
“If you maintain it and make it flourish further, that is how I repay my debt to you.”
“….”
“Elder Dok-go remains, we’ve joined hands with the Soul Killing Gate, and the Golden Sword Sect will come aboard.”
“Indeed.”
“You must exercise restraint from the Peak.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom nodded while sipping his tea.
“So it shall be. And.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom withdrew a small box from his robes and set it before me.
“The gift is too grand.”
What I had obtained from the Cheong Heo Secret Realm was substantial.
Setting aside the formless martial arts directly transmitted by Cheong Heo Jinperson, the Spirit Pills alone numbered over ten.
Among them, the Clarity Restoration Pill obtained from the final gateway.
Its efficacy could be explained in precisely one way.
Peace of mind and body.
The Luminous Spirit Pill that Manager Seong had consumed was a Spirit Pill with the efficacy of eliminating heart demons.
The Clarity Restoration Pill, in addition to that efficacy, tempered the blood vessels and elevated all aspects of flesh and bone.
Not merely elevation, but remarkable elevation.
The effect of consuming Training Resources for years or even decades while cultivating frantically could be fulfilled by a single Spirit Pill—its value could not even be calculated.
Because Hwa Mu-nyeom understood this, he had not consumed it until now.
“Please, do not worry.”
“…As it is said, excess is never sufficient. I have already received far too much from you, and if I accept this as well, I fear I would appear far too diminished.”
Just as I had spoken with sincerity, so too did Hwa Mu-nyeom speak with sincerity.
He pushed the box toward me.
“Take it. No matter how I consider it, this does not seem like something I should receive.”
Martial artists pursue Spirit Pills with blazing eyes.
In that pursuit, countless are those who do not hesitate to take lives.
Yet if such people exist, there must also be those who stand opposed.
Those who possess desire yet value integrity above all else.
Those who understand shame and know how to exercise restraint.
Hwa Mu-nyeom was such a person.
Understanding his heart so well, I nodded slightly and took up the box.
“I understand. If such is the Alliance Leader’s will, I shall accept it with respect.”
Seol Woon-hwi placed the Clarity Restoration Pills into the Storage Bag and slowly rose from his seat.
Hwa Mu-nyeom spoke to him.
“Whenever you need anything, ask for it. Whatever you intend to do, we will always stand behind you.”
Seol Woon-hwi smiled faintly.
“I understand.”
He then looked around the surroundings.
It was profoundly peaceful.
It had been slightly less than half a year since he arrived at the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
Though brief, the time had left its mark upon him.
“Farewell, Alliance Leader Hwa.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom nodded. The two then exchanged the Cupped Fist Salute.
Seol Woon-hwi crossed the garden where the Mei Hua Pavilion stood and emerged into the plaza.
The moment the door opened, his footsteps halted.
The plaza was filled to capacity.
Hundreds of martial artists stood in formation—warriors of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance. Not a single one spoke or moved.
Seo Hyo stood at the center of the front line.
Beside him stood Am-ju Ya Muk-cheon and Sal-ju Sa Seol-ran, with Dok Go-hyeon positioned at their side.
Behind them stood the masters of the Silent World Society.
Among them, one figure stood out—Baek Mu, known as the Iron Wall Martial Fist.
As a master of Heaven-Human Unity, his fist techniques moved swift as wind and shifted with ghostly unpredictability, possessing a defense as impenetrable as an iron wall.
Beyond them were countless other faces.
Members of the Cheonryeong Sword Brigade, martial artists from various sects who had joined the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, and even ordinary people who served the Alliance.
All gazed silently upon Seol Woon-hwi.
The silence was absolute.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Seol Woon-hwi took his first step.
In that instant, the entire plaza tensed. The faint sound of someone swallowing echoed through the air.
A second step.
He walked slowly, yet with unwavering resolve.
Martial artists lined both sides of the path crossing the plaza. Hundreds of eyes followed his every movement.
A third step.
Seo Hyo’s features became clearer. His eyes held complex emotions.
A fourth step.
Ya Muk-cheon bowed his head slightly. Sa Seol-ran mirrored the gesture.
A fifth step.
His gaze met Dok Go-hyeon’s. The man quietly nodded in acknowledgment.
A sixth step.
Baek Mu bowed his head briefly—a gesture of respect.
A seventh step.
Every warrior of the Cheonryeong Sword Brigade bowed their heads.
Seol Woon-hwi continued walking.
Only the sound of footsteps echoed across the plaza.
Rhythmic and unwavering footsteps.
Each step resonated in the hearts of the martial artists.
The Main Gate drew near.
Manager Seong waited there.
Seol Woon-hwi stood before the Main Gate.
Then he turned around.
He faced all those of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
A moment of silence fell.
That was when it happened.
Seo Hyo performed the Cupped Fist Salute.
In that instant, as if ripples spreading outward, every martial artist simultaneously performed the Cupped Fist Salute.
The sound of hundreds moving in unison filled the air.
“It has been an honor to serve you!”
The entire plaza resonated with a single voice.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly performed the Cupped Fist Salute in return.
Deeply.
Respectfully.
And for a long time.
He released the salute.
He turned his back.
He stepped through the Main Gate.
He did not look back.
Manager Seong followed behind him.
The martial artists of the plaza remained standing, still holding the Cupped Fist Salute.
Until Seol Woon-hwi’s figure completely disappeared.

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