Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 365

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Chapter 365
“Manager Seong.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Kill them all.”
As if he had been waiting for this moment, Manager Seong nodded and rose from his seat.
In an instant, Chae Yun—bearing the alias Blazing Bone Needle—had his head severed and sent skyward.
“What… what kind of madness is this…!”
Having confirmed that these men harbored deep intentions to debate the nature of mercy in his hands, I decided to demonstrate it to them.
I had issued a clear warning.
I had even shown them the price of greed.
I had staked my own name on it. I would have paid no matter what, yet they desired something greater.
Those who could not recognize their own limits and could not restrain their own desires had no choice.
They had to die.
Manager Seong and four martial artists began their battle.
I did not move, and neither did the young man.
The gazes of the two men paid no attention whatsoever to what was happening around them, focusing only on each other.
Manager Seong began killing them one by one.
When he finally severed the head of Han Seok, the Flowing Wind Sword, I spoke.
“Not that one.”
Manager Seong, who had been about to rush toward the young man while unfolding the Unmuyubo technique, froze.
“Step back.”
“…Understood, Young Master.”
It was then that Manager Seong moved to stand behind me.
The young man began to applaud.
Clap, clap, clap.
“Cheon Ui Jung-jeong, Snow Mountain Demon Lord, with all those aliases and titles causing such a stir in the Murim—truly, you live up to your reputation. At such a young age, you must carry such profound burdens, and the process of realizing those burdens must have been so agonizing. Yet the fact that you produce certain results and reap the benefits is truly difficult to express in words…”
“Has Heaven Gate become so idle?”
At the sudden mention of the organization, the young man’s mouth fell silent.
I had once mentioned this organization’s name in a conversation with Seol Jung-cheon.
An organization that few in the Murim knew of.
Yet an organization filled with martial artists of the Five Realms of Martial God.
The true name of this organization, which even Seol Jung-cheon had never heard before, is the Cheonwon Dobeop Suryeon Mun.
It is abbreviated and called Heaven Gate.
Whether by its original name or its abbreviated form,
few people even knew of its existence.
It was reason enough for the young man to be shocked. I continued speaking.
“I wonder whether ignoring a warning is the composure of one hidden in the thicket, or the arrogance of one seated above the clouds.”
“…How…?”
“Are you one of the Ten Pillars of Heaven Gate?”
“….”
The Ten Pillars of Heaven Gate are the shadows of Heaven Gate itself—ten martial artists who descend directly into the Murim and conduct their activities.
Their realms of cultivation varied.
“What is your name?”
“…Yeo Mu-baek. The sixth among the Ten Pillars of Heaven Gate.”
“I see.”
“…May I ask something? How do you know all this? About Heaven Gate, the Ten Pillars, and even Heaven Gate’s true name… This is classified information of the highest order.”
“Why would I have reason to tell you?”
“….”
“What matters is why you are here.”
“….”
“The Ten Pillars would never move for such trivial matters. They would not personally intervene over a single Secret Realm.”
I stepped forward.
“Then your true purpose must be me.”
“….”
“Heaven Gate is watching me, then.”
Yeo Mu-baek remained silent once more.
I let out a soft laugh.
“Silence is also an answer.”
“…Sigh….”
“Fascinating. Do I appear dangerous enough to warrant Heaven Gate’s attention?”
“Not dangerous, exactly….”
Yeo Mu-baek opened his mouth.
“Intriguing, rather.”
“Intriguing?”
“Yes. I was curious what kind of change Seol Woon-hwi would bring to the Murim.”
Yeo Mu-baek looked directly at me.
“The revival of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, the subjugation of the Mixed Path Demon Flame Palace, cooperation with the Soul Killing Gate, dealings with the Martial Alliance—you are reshaping the very power structure of the Murim.”
“And?”
“I wanted to see for myself. What kind of person you are.”
Yeo Mu-baek smiled.
“You exceed expectations.”
I nodded.
“Is your observation complete?”
“Not yet.”
“So you wish to continue watching?”
“I do.”
I shook my head.
“Unfortunately, after this moment, you will have no such opportunity.”
“…What do you mean?”
“I gave you a clear warning. Do not enter this Secret Realm.”
“…Isn’t claiming ownership a double standard?”
“A double standard… Did you not see the letter I left outside?”
“….”
“It is not a double standard. I wrote in detail what would be given if you did not enter this place.”
“….”
“You ignored that.”
“…Isn’t that a bit excessive?”
“Does it seem so?”
“Would I fight knowing I am one of the Heaven Gate’s Ten Pillars?”
“Should one not fight if they know?”
“Can you handle it?”
I let out a soft chuckle.
“What I’m asking is—can Heaven Gate handle me?”
“…Do you think Heaven Gate will simply stand idle because Cheon Do-ja has a close relationship with you?”
“Do you not know?”
“Know what?”
“Is Cheon Do-ja the sort of person who would protect someone’s life?”
“…Everyone knows he intervened between you and Yu Cheong.”
“He did intervene. However, he merely prevented masters of Primordial Sole Existence caliber from stepping in directly—nothing beyond that.”
It was the truth.
Cheon Do-ja was not protecting me.
He was merely observing.
If Yu Cheong of Primordial Sole Existence stepped forward personally, the situation would end in an instant. He only prevented that.
But had I only faced those weaker than myself?
That was not the case.
Martial artists of the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth, and even those of the Five Realms of Martial God.
I faced them all, survived, and ultimately seized everything.
“Now I see you harbor one great misunderstanding.”
“…What misunderstanding are you speaking of?”
“Cheon Do-ja did not prevent Yu Cheong to protect me.”
“…Then why?”
“To avoid friction with the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.”
“….”
“If the Palace Lord of Snow Palace, who has ascended to Primordial Sole Existence, enters the fray, matters escalate. Even Cheon Do-ja cannot move freely, nor can the Origin Blood Sect. If the Origin Blood Sect moves, the Martial Alliance will move, and so will the Sichuan Sect.”
“….”
“It seems you did not know.”
“….”
“Buried in the mountains playing at immortal games, you have grown far too distant from the principles of the Murim. Whether that is because the person in charge is a fool, I cannot discern.”
Slowly, I drew the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword from my storage bag.
“If I told you not to enter, you should not have entered.”
“…Put the sword away, would you?”
I ignored him.
I had already made up my mind.
Why was the Secret Realm the perfect place for assassination?
Because no one would ever know what happened inside.
Had I not entered, I would have walked away with a fortune. But since I had staked my name on this, I had no choice but to keep my promise.
Yet I had entered.
Then.
I had to kill them all. There could be no exceptions here.
A promise only held its meaning when kept under any circumstance. To make exceptions was not a promise at all—merely flexibility, merely an excuse.
I rose from my seat, and Yeo Mu-baek released a deep sigh.
Then.
His eyes gleamed.
The master of Heaven-Human Unity, who had perfectly concealed his aura, now unleashed it all at once.
As he extended his hand, crimson characters began to embroider themselves across the void.
Five Elements Borrowing Technique.
Fire Qi Explosion.
Boom—!!
* * *
The detonation of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy itself unleashed a catastrophic shockwave.
Air tore asunder. Ground fractured. Flames spread in all directions.
My body was hurled backward. My feet scraped the earth. Only after sliding more than a dozen zhang could I finally stop.
“Do not overexert yourself. No matter how brilliant a genius may be, there exist techniques in this world that surpass even genius.”
Watching Yeo Mu-baek’s composed demeanor, I reflected.
Heaven Gate. Their system remained unchanged.
It was exactly as I had seen it in my previous life.
Martial artists of Heaven Gate who reached Heaven-Human Unity did not employ martial arts—they wielded mystical techniques.
“Our Heaven Gate Doctrine is in an entirely different dimension from the mediocre techniques or sorcery that exist in this world.”
He was not wrong.
Drawing directly upon the spiritual energy flowing through Heaven and Earth, it was simple in execution yet devastating in power and economical in consumption.
But it had clear weaknesses.
“Your eyes refuse to die, I see. Very well. I shall grant you further experience. To show the world to a frog in a well is another form of teaching, after all.”
Yeo Mu-baek’s hand moved again.
“Do not mistake this for stinginess.”
Golden aura erupted from his palm.
Five Elements Borrowing Technique.
Metal Qi Severance.
Sharp, metallic aura sliced through the air toward me, as though dozens of invisible blades were raining down simultaneously.
I drew the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword and blocked.
A barrage of metallic clangs erupted. My hands went numb. Blood dripped from my sword hand’s palm.
‘Heavy.’
The Heaven-Human Unity realm.
Whether mystical technique or martial art, the power born from a pure difference in realm was something even I could not ignore.
Yet there was always an opening, no matter the moment.
I fixed my gaze on Yeo Mu-baek’s left shoulder.
When using the Five Elements Borrowing Technique, there was a fleeting instant when the qi shifted to one side—an inevitable imbalance that arose from drawing in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Yeo Mu-baek’s hand moved again.
Five Elements Borrowing Technique.
Earth Qi Suppression.
I raised my sword to the side to block. Crash! The tremendous weight transmitted even beyond the blade. My entire body trembled. My knees buckled and the ground caved beneath me.
And in that instant.
My eyes blazed.
Now.
Yeo Mu-baek’s left shoulder—the qi there wavered for a fleeting moment.
In the process of drawing the earth qi, the defense on the opposite side had weakened.
My form grew faint.
Like a shadow within a blizzard, my silhouette blurred before I shifted to Yeo Mu-baek’s left in an instant.
Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom blazed with light.
Absolute Ice Return to Void Sword.
A blue sword energy extended in a straight line. The blade, imbued with the cold of Snow Mountain, froze the air as it rushed toward Yeo Mu-baek’s shoulder.
“Wha—?!”
Yeo Mu-baek twisted his body urgently. But he could not evade completely.
Swish!
The blade grazed his shoulder—a shallow yet precise wound. Blood sprayed, and the area around the injury began to freeze white in an instant.
Yeo Mu-baek’s expression hardened.
“…What was that?”
Was it simply because I was faster?
From a position with one knee bent, I immediately moved, flowing my qi to the side with my sword. The entire sequence happened in what was nearly an instant, driven by a single purpose.
There was certainty in my action targeting his shoulder.
‘…Was it coincidence?’
I shook off the thought.
I intended to change the situation somewhat.
Yeo Mu-baek spread both arms wide.
Heaven Gate Mystical Path.
Void and Substance Heart Separation.
As Yeo Mu-baek chanted the incantation, the world before my eyes distorted.

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