Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 403

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Chapter 403
When I wielded the perfected Void Manifestation Qi alongside the Innate Mental Technique’s True Form, my hair transformed white in this manner.
What mattered was singular.
The quantity of energy I could explosively release in an instant.
It surged through the Wide Blood Vessels at three to four times the strength of what came before.
I swung the sword horizontally.
Absolute Ice Return to Void Sword.
Screech—!
A straight line.
Sword energy extended in a perfect line.
Cleaving through the ice flowers.
Piercing through the cold energy.
Toward Seol Cheon-hwa.
Seol Cheon-hwa’s eyes widened.
He hastily raised his sword to block.
Clang—!
Boom—!
A tremendous impact.
Seol Cheon-hwa’s body was driven backward.
A full ten zhang.
His footprints carved deep into the ground. The thousands of ice flowers he had manifested shattered in the empty air, falling to scatter across the earth.
A magnificent sight, though there was no time to admire it.
Seol Cheon-hwa gazed at his sword.
A crack ran along the blade.
And a clear line was etched across his abdomen, from which blood began pouring in torrents.
Not a fatal wound. A serious injury.
“Seol Woon-hwi….”
Seol Cheon-hwa’s gaze turned cold and settled.
“…At that age, to reach this level… it defies reason.”
Seol Cheon-hwa, who had quietly observed me adjusting my grip on the sword, spoke with finality.
“You must die, whether today or not.”
“Is that so.”
“…You are the one destined to bring down the Snow Palace.”
“How can that be?”
“….”
“With respect, it was my great-grandfather who initiated this, and it was he who truly brought the Snow Palace to ruin.”
“….”
“When I saved the Snow Palace, my great-grandfather merely stood behind with his hands clasped, watching. Was that not so?”
Seol Cheon-hwa hurled his sword to the ground.
Wretched cur.
I will kill him with this single move.
I drew forth every ounce of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy I could muster.
Crackle—!!
Cold Energy erupted from my body like a tempest.
The surrounding air froze in an instant.
The ground crystallized. The trees froze solid.
The rubble of the Elder Council shattered into ice, and the corpses on the ground froze as well.
The Cold Energy exploded outward from my center.
A radius of dozens of zhang.
Seol Woon-hwi swung his sword with blinding speed.
Heavenly Snow Flying Decision Sword.
Whoosh—!
Countless sword strikes scattered like a blizzard.
As Seol Cheon-hwa swept his hand, the Cold Energy he had summoned froze all of Seol Woon-hwi’s sword energy in midair.
Seol Woon-hwi immediately kicked off the ground.
Shadowless Movement Technique.
He reached Seol Cheon-hwa in an instant.
He thrust his sword forward.
Toward Seol Cheon-hwa’s heart.
But then—
Seol Cheon-hwa caught the blade. In that moment, Seol Woon-hwi made his decision. He would abandon the sword.
He immediately released it and ducked his head.
Boom—!!
Seol Cheon-hwa’s fist struck where Seol Woon-hwi’s head had been just moments before.
In that instant, Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes gleamed.
He extended his left arm straight out.
Tathagata Palm Wind.
Boom—!!
Blood erupted once more from Seol Cheon-hwa’s abdomen. He staggered back a step, but that was all. He brought down the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword he had seized from Seol Woon-hwi.
Seol Woon-hwi hurled himself to the side.
The blade split the earth. Crash—the ground exploded.
Seol Woon-hwi rolled to his feet.
Seol Cheon-hwa, gripping the sword anew, swung it again.
Horizontally.
Seol Woon-hwi retreated.
The blade edge whistled past his face.
Seol Cheon-hwa withdrew the sword and extended his fist.
His left hand.
Seol Woon-hwi turned his head to the right.
The fist grazed past his ear.
Immediately followed by a right fist.
Seol Woon-hwi leaned his upper body back.
The fist grazed beneath his chin.
Seol Cheon-hwa drove his knee upward.
Toward the abdomen.
Seol Woon-hwi pressed down on the knee with both hands.
Crack—!
The impact.
But he blocked it.
Seol Cheon-hwa brought his sword down from above.
From above.
Seol Woon-hwi kicked off the ground and drove his shoulder into Seol Cheon-hwa.
Boom—!
Seol Cheon-hwa was driven backward. As he lifted his head, Seol Woon-hwi’s foot was already flying toward him. He twisted his body to the side.
Crash—!!
Piercing through the empty air.
It was at that very moment he tried to thrust his fist forward. From an unexpected angle, Seol Woon-hwi’s elbow came flying.
Smack—!
It struck Seol Cheon-hwa’s jaw with brutal force.
“Ugh!”
Seol Cheon-hwa’s head snapped backward. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy wrapped around his body remained unbroken, but Seol Woon-hwi’s internal force struck through, and the impact was undeniable.
Seol Cheon-hwa reflexively swung his sword.
In rapid succession.
Head, abdomen, head again.
Seol Woon-hwi evaded all three sword strikes.
Turning his head and lowering his upper body.
Stepping backward.
Distance opened between them.
Seol Cheon-hwa threw his sword. Seol Woon-hwi did not catch it. He kicked off and spun his body.
In an instant, Seol Woon-hwi’s hair turned white. Qi concentrated in his fist.
Inner Snow Shattering Heart Fist.
Seol Cheon-hwa raised both arms to block.
Boom—!!
Cracks formed in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, and his body was driven back three or four zhang.
Cough.
He spat blood. He lifted his head. Seol Woon-hwi was gone.
Seol Cheon-hwa made his judgment. He had rolled away from that spot.
Lazy Donkey Rolling.
It was something only novices used, but survival took precedence over pride.
Seol Woon-hwi’s foot pierced through the empty air.
Seol Cheon-hwa’s eyes trembled wildly.
Something was wrong right now.
Why.
Why was he being pushed back?
He did not know.
In that brief moment, Seol Woon-hwi was reading everything about him.
The movement of his shoulders.
The movement of his shoulders.
The movement of his legs.
The expansion of his muscles.
Even the direction of his pupils.
In such circumstances, Seol Woon-hwi channeled all of his Void Manifestation Qi into his physical body.
Radiance flowed from his white hair.
Coursing through his body.
Into his arms.
Into his legs.
Enveloping his entire form.
Seol Woon-hwi kicked off the ground.
Heaven’s Ascension Flowing Shadow Step.
Kwaaaang!
The earth exploded.
Seol Woon-hwi’s body vanished.
Seol Cheon-hwa’s eyes widened.
‘Where…!’
He could not find him.
Too fast.
The next instant.
Seol Woon-hwi was right before his face.
Seol Cheon-hwa swung his sword, but Seol Woon-hwi’s hand was faster.
His right palm.
Immortal Diamond Palm.
The palm strike hurtled toward Seol Cheon-hwa’s chest.
Seol Cheon-hwa converted all of his Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into Protective Body Energy.
His body became even thicker and denser.
‘I will block it!’
Seol Woon-hwi’s palm made contact with the Protective Body Energy.
Kwaaaaaaaang!!
The Protective Body Energy shattered into fragments.
“Kugh—!”
Seol Cheon-hwa’s body flew backward.
I scrambled to my feet, but blood poured from my mouth.
I lifted my head.
Seol Woon-hwi stood before me.
Seol Cheon-hwa’s pupils trembled.
When… did he arrive?
Seol Woon-hwi slowly brought his hands together.
It was a prayer position.
In that instant.
A radiant shimmer—
White brilliance transformed into golden light.
Seol Cheon-hwa’s entire body erupted in goosebumps.
‘…Buddha…? No, what is this…?’
The supreme technique left behind by Darma.
The Eighteen Hands of the Arhat.
Seol Woon-hwi intoned in a quiet voice.
“First hand. Demon-Subduing Hand.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s right hand unfurled.
Golden light exploded.
A thunderous boom—!
It struck my shoulder with devastating force.
A sickening crack—!
“Gahhh…”
Bone shattered.
“Second hand. Tiger-Subduing Hand.”
Left hand.
Ribs.
A wet crunch—!
My ribs crumbled.
“Kugh…”
“Third hand. Dragon-Subduing Hand.”
Right hand palm strike.
Chest.
A tremendous explosion—!
My body was driven into the ground, then catapulted upward.
“Fourth hand. Diamond Hand.”
Left hand palm strike.
Abdomen.
A heavy thud—!
I coughed blood.
Just as I desperately struggled to rise from the ground, blood spilling from my lips—
“Fifth move. Prajna Hand.”
With Seol Woon-hwi’s final words, his right palm strike flew forward.
The target was the jaw.
Crack—!
Seol Cheon-hwa’s head snapped backward.
Teeth shattered and blood sprayed.
“Sixth move. Bodhi Hand.”
A left palm strike.
Above the heart.
Boom—!
Seol Cheon-hwa coughed up blood.
Hack!
“Seventh move. Nirvana Hand.”
Seol Woon-hwi raised both hands.
Golden light pierced the sky.
Crash—!
He brought them down in a devastating strike.
Both hands.
Simultaneously.
Toward Seol Cheon-hwa’s chest.
Boom—!
Crash—!!
The earth exploded.
Centered on Seol Cheon-hwa’s body.
A radius of dozens of zhang.
The ground caved inward.
Fissures spread in all directions.
Dust rose into the air.
Silence.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly withdrew his hands.
Whoosh—
The golden light vanished.
The white radiance faded as well.
His ash-gray hair was revealed once more.
He withdrew the Void Manifestation Qi.
“Haah….”
He exhaled deeply.
My entire body throbbed with pain.
The Eighteen Arhat Hands.
Though I had only unleashed up to the seventh move, the burden was immense.
The dust settled.
Seol Cheon-hwa lay collapsed there.
His entire body was drenched in blood.
Bones shattered, flesh pulped, breath hanging by a thread.
Yes.
He was still alive.
The vitality of Heaven-Human Unity.
But he could fight no longer.
Seol Woon-hwi walked slowly backward, retrieved the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword, and approached Seol Cheon-hwa.
Without a word, he raised the blade.
Seol Cheon-hwa murmured.
“Wait… please… I was wrong…”
Seol Woon-hwi did not listen further.
He drove the sword down toward Seol Cheon-hwa’s forehead.
Thwack—!
Chapter 5
Silence reigned.
Even breathing was suppressed. An atmosphere no one dared break.
The battle between Seol Woon-hwi and Seol Cheon-hwa had been precisely that.
And look at him now.
Standing motionless with the blade embedded in Seol Cheon-hwa’s forehead, he resembled a painting frozen in time.
There was no movement, no sound.
The ten surviving members of the Elder Council were the same.
It was Seol Woon-hwi who moved.
He slowly withdrew the sword and spoke in a low voice.
“Honored seniors of the Elder Council.”
At his call, the ten men and women regained their senses.
“Y-yes! Lord Hyeon Seol-rin!”
“I came here today to erase the Elder Council itself.”
He drew in a sharp breath.
“I intended to kill Seol Cheon-hwa and all of you. The Elder Council I know is a sanctuary for those who merely show their faces in the great and small affairs of Snow Palace, yet move only for its interests in every moment.”
“…”
“Seol Cheon-hwa crossed the line, barricaded himself within the Elder Council, manipulated other martial artists, and sought to elevate his own worth through laughable schemes.”
A gulp.
“Do you wish to live?”
There was no answer, but all ten shared the same thought.
“Then provide me with justification to preserve the Elder Council and spare your lives.”
At Seol Woon-hwi’s cold gaze, the elders swiftly dropped to their knees.
“L-Lord Hyeon Seol-rin!”
One elder cried out, bowing his head to the ground.
The other elders hastily bowed their heads.
Seol Woon-hwi looked down upon them.
“Rise.”
The elders slowly lifted their heads.
Seol Woon-hwi continued.
Seol Woon-hwi surveyed his surroundings.
The ruined Elder Council.
The dead elders.
Seol Woon-hwi asked in a quiet voice.
“What is the Elder Council?”
“…Lord Hyeon Seol-rin?”
“This is what I believe the Elder Council should be.”
Everyone gazed upon Seol Woon-hwi.
“A place where those dedicated to the Snow Palace gather. A place where those who have grown old and can no longer move freely in the Murim remain.”
“…”
“But choosing to remain in the Elder Council rather than retire means still having one foot planted in the Murim.”
The elders held their breath.
“Then what should the Elder Council do?”
No one answered Seol Woon-hwi’s question. Or rather, they could not.
“Should the Elder Council meddle in the great and small affairs of the Murim? Should it interfere in the matters of the Snow Palace?”
One elder answered carefully.
“…No.”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded.
“The Elder Council must merely serve as the spiritual anchor for the Snow Palace’s martial artists. To aid their cultivation and offer counsel.”
“…”
“And it should act in only one circumstance.”

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