Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 364

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Chapter 364
-On the first day of the twelfth lunar month in the Year of Gapjin, three stars will align in a straight line, and a night when purple aura comes from the east will arrive. At this time, during the third watch of the Rat Hour, the Secret Realm will open in Baekhueon Village, Daehwa County.
-Today, the Young Master will leave Snow Palace. I will make it so. Do not worry about pursuers or such things. I will shake them all off.
Today was the first day of the twelfth lunar month in the Year of Gapjin.
Seol Woon-hwi looked up at the sky.
The three stars were just before aligning in a straight line, and the time was approaching the third watch of the Rat Hour.
Seol Woon-hwi had resolved to come to this place no matter what.
However, there was something that bothered me slightly.
Manager Seong, reading my thoughts, asked immediately.
“Shall we deal with them now?”
“There are too many eyes watching.”
“….”
“It seems like more than just one or two, and there appear to be people of a realm that should not exist.”
I had been followed.
In truth, there was nothing surprising about it. Wherever a man named Seol Woon-hwi moves, there is always something.
Whether it be people, power, money, or anything else.
In such circumstances, it was impossible for followers not to attach themselves.
From my perspective, I could not deal with each of them individually, and even with continuous warnings, people would inevitably cling to me.
So once martial artists reach a certain realm, many simply deploy their lightness technique to shake them off, but I could not do that now.
I could not continue drawing upon my energy to that extent.
Soon, the Secret Realm materialized before Seol Woon-hwi and Manager Seong.
Manager Seong, watching Seol Woon-hwi wait without entering, tilted his head.
“Are you not entering?”
“I must enter.”
But there was something I needed to do first.
Seol Woon-hwi retrieved a brush and paper from the Storage Bag, then wrote something at length.
It was not the end.
I set down several ordinary Spirit Pills and weapons that were in the Storage Bag.
“…Young Master?”
This was the best I could do.
“I hope there will be no one to interfere.”
“….”
“This Secret Realm holds such meaning for me.”
Having read the sincerity in my words, Manager Seong said nothing further.
“Let us enter.”
Seol Woon-hwi took a step forward, and Manager Seong followed behind.
The place where the two disappeared.
About six men and women quickly approached.
Upon seeing the objects and the letter before them, their eyes widened.
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It is known throughout Cheon-ha that the Secret Realm has no owner.
I have asserted this countless times myself, and I am not so foolish as to deny the facts.
However, I wish to enter this Secret Realm without interference from anyone.
From the beginning, I came here to enter this Secret Realm, and you merely followed.
I do not deny the Heavenly Fortune that has fallen upon us.
Six of you who have followed me.
I make this proposal to you with sincerity.
I hope you will accept the items I have laid down here and withdraw.
If it is insufficient, send a letter to Yang-ryeong or come directly to find me.
I stake my name on this: five hundred gold taels per person.
Even if all six of you conspire together and come, I will pay each of you the same amount.
I say this once more.
I do not wish to be hindered.
Seol Woon-hwi
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Among the six men and women, some knew each other and some were complete strangers, yet in this moment, at least five were thinking the same thing.
Five hundred gold taels.
Certainly an astronomical sum.
The Spirit Pills here were no trifle either.
These were clearly Spirit Pills reaching the upper tier of Heaven and Earth Grade.
Even entering an ordinary Secret Realm, it is difficult to obtain such rewards in full.
Especially when there are competitors, one might emerge empty-handed.
This was not merely good—it exceeded all expectations.
Wherever Seol Woon-hwi moves, something always happens. Some follow him as devotees, while others seek to gain scraps from his table.
Some seek information, and the reasons vary.
At least five of these were those seeking scraps from his table.
They had guessed correctly.
They had succeeded.
The number of Spirit Pills, the number of weapons—everything matched perfectly.
As they each gathered their shares, they exchanged glances with one another.
It was clear they all harbored the same thought.
What could possibly be in this Secret Realm that Seol Woon-hwi would offer such things so readily?
No interference? Five hundred gold taels?
Could this not mean that treasures of equal or greater value lay within?
Greed.
It is the most fundamental emotion that comprises human nature.
“…I will enter.”
Seol Woon-hwi is known as a resolute person.
Should he enter alone, there is ample room for problems to arise.
Therefore.
“Will you come with us?”
Four people nodded at the words of Han Seok, a master of the Divine Transformation Realm known as the Willow Wind Sword.
His gaze turned toward the last person.
He seemed to show little interest in Spirit Pills and no interest in weapons.
As evidence, a single Spirit Pill and a single weapon lay abandoned before the Secret Realm, which struck me as odd. His cultivation level appeared to be at most the Harmony Realm.
“What will you do?”
“Ah, you mean that?”
The delicate-featured young man in a blue silk long robe smiled faintly.
“Of course I must enter!”
I thought him rather eccentric.
Han Seok opened his mouth.
“Then let us all enter.”
Han Seok stepped inside first, and everyone followed him into the Secret Realm.
In the end.
My warning had been meaningless.
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The interior of the Secret Realm was simpler than any other Secret Realm.
A small Stone Chamber.
That was all.
The Stone Chamber was extremely austere.
There were no elaborate decorations and no complex Formation Methods.
Only a small stone platform and a box sat in the center.
I surveyed the Stone Chamber.
Nothing had changed.
It was exactly as I had seen it in my previous life.
Manager Seong asked carefully.
“Young Master, is this place….”
“The first Secret Realm I ever entered in my previous life.”
I stood before the stone platform.
Then I carefully opened the small box before my eyes. Inside lay a single Secret Manual.
The Primordial Innate Mental Technique.
The place where my martial arts journey began.
“When I came here in my previous life.”
I murmured.
“So much was different.”
Truly, so much had been different.
I was seventeen years old then.
It had been ten days since I fled the Snow Palace.
My body was covered in wounds, my belly ached with hunger, and I was freezing.
When I lived as a servant in the Snow Palace, I had not known. How cruel the world could be.
‘I’m going to die.’
That was what I thought.
My hunger was unbearable.
I couldn’t even remember when I last ate.
I had no money either. I couldn’t bring anything with me when I left the Snow Palace.
My martial arts were pathetic. The Seol Woon-hwi of that time, who had failed to bloom his own talent, was truly a worthless human being.
I moved and moved again, following the last will that Manager Seong had left behind.
With the mindset that this was my final hope.
And so I arrived.
I barely made it in time.
I pushed my body into the Secret Realm just before it vanished, and reached this Stone Chamber.
I walked toward the old box as if enchanted.
My hands trembled.
I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, hunger, or anticipation.
I opened the box.
In that moment, a faint light spilled out.
The Primordial Innate Mental Technique.
Seol Woon-hwi collapsed right there.
I wept.
I cried aloud.
A single ray of light that came in the moment I thought I would die.
Because I was weak, I had fled, and what I discovered in that flight was ultimately martial arts.
In that moment, I realized that having been born as a martial artist, I could never turn away from this path, nor should I ever.
And there was one more thing.
The moment I properly recognized the problem, certainty that I could survive was born within me.
Yes. With this, I could live.
It felt as though all the chains that had bound me came undone.
That night, Seol Woon-hwi began to study the mental technique in the Stone Chamber.
It was then that I understood.
That my talent was at least that of a prodigy.
I comprehended every subtlety of the mental technique and could even glimpse beyond it.
Though my belly ached with hunger, the storm of enlightenment that rushed upon me naturally made me forget my hunger, and the cold weather became meaningless.
I focused solely on the mental technique.
To survive.
To not die.
To never be looked down upon by anyone.
To forge and pioneer my path as a martial artist.
To become confident in myself.
And so everything began.
“Young Master?”
Manager Seong’s voice brought Seol Woon-hwi back to his senses.
“…It is nothing.”
Seol Woon-hwi gazed at the stone platform.
The box remained as it was, and the secret manual inside was unchanged.
The original.
“This mental technique….”
Seol Woon-hwi picked up the secret manual.
“It made me a martial artist.”
Manager Seong fell silent.
Something subtle resonated in Seol Woon-hwi’s voice. Though he spoke calmly, there was clearly something beneath those words.
Seol Woon-hwi leaned his back against the wall and spoke.
“When I came to this place in my previous life, it was truly desolate.”
“….”
“I thought I would die from hunger, freeze to death from the cold, and perish from the pain of my wounds.”
“….”
“My father revealed this Secret Realm to Manager Seong, and Manager Seong revealed it to me. And so that I could enter this place and escape Snow Palace, he devoted his life to aiding me.”
“…Young Master….”
“I wanted to say thank you. In this very place.”
Manager Seong scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
“No matter what you say, I have no memory of that time. For me, whether it is the Young Master as you are now or as you were before your transformation, I am content with either.”
Seol Woon-hwi laughed, and Manager Seong laughed as well.
Then it happened.
Seol Woon-hwi’s brow furrowed, and Manager Seong released a deep sigh.
“…There are many people who cannot understand even when spoken to kindly. What is one to do.”
Seol Woon-hwi shifted his gaze without speaking.
Exactly six figures had entered the Secret Realm.
Of those six, five pairs of eyes—all except for the youngest among them—fixed upon the secret manual held in Seol Woon-hwi’s hand.
Their pupils gleamed.
As if representing the group, one man stepped forward.
“I never expected to meet the Great Hero Seol like this. It is an honor. I am Han Seok, the Willow Wind Sword.”
The rest introduced themselves in turn.
Bang Seok-gyu, the Iron Arm; So Ran, the Hundred Flower Sword; Cheong San, the Soul-Chasing Blade; Chae Yun, the Bone-Dissolving Silver Needle.
Each was a standard-grade martial artist active in Woon-guk. They each belonged to separate organizations as well.
Throughout this, the young man remained silent and withdrew to a corner without introducing himself.
Seol Woon-hwi spoke in a quiet voice.
“I left a letter. Did you not see it.”
“We did.”
“Yet you entered nonetheless.”
“The reason being, we have long admired the Great Hero Seol….”
“I did not wish to be disturbed. I issued a courteous warning, yet you did not heed it.”
“So that’s….”
“The Secret Realm’s exterior and interior operate under different principles. I do not favor such talk, but surely it is only right that one accepts punishment without hesitation for the wrongs one has committed.”
“…right now… you’re….”
I said nothing more to them.

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