Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 405

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Chapter 405
Seol Woon-hwi felt it.
His life force burning away.
His lifespan diminishing.
‘How much….’
He couldn’t calculate it.
Perhaps a few years.
At most, ten years.
But it didn’t matter.
He had already resolved himself to this.
Seol Woon-hwi continued circulating the two energies.
Five cycles.
Ten cycles.
Twenty cycles.
Time passed.
Seol Woon-hwi’s consciousness grew hazy.
His body had recovered to a certain extent.
It wasn’t complete.
But it was clear he would no longer be in mortal danger.
At this point, it was best to entrust his body’s recovery to the Void Manifestation Qi’s regenerative power.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly settled the two energies.
The azure energy returned to his dantian.
The Primordial Blood Qi also returned to its place.
Everything grew quiet.
Seol Woon-hwi’s breathing stabilized and his heartbeat returned to normal.
Seol Woon-hwi released his consciousness.
He sank into deep slumber.
The carriage continued onward.
Deep into Snow Mountain.
To a place where no one dwelt.
* * *
A day had passed.
The carriage stood still in a remote valley deep within Snow Mountain.
Manager Seong, Ju So-ah, and Namgung Won Yang all kept watch around the carriage.
No one spoke.
They simply waited.
Seol Woon-hwi’s overwhelming presence was still vivid enough to haunt these four people—it had been that shocking.
Manager Seong especially had witnessed similar displays from Seol Woon-hwi before, but this time was distinctly different.
‘White hair….’
It was as much a mark of the Eternal Snow Palace’s Polar Descendants as anything could be—more precisely, a sign that manifested in the direct lineage of Snow Palace.
But Seol Woon-hwi was different.
Among the direct bloodline, he alone possessed ash-grey hair.
It was the result of his mother’s black hair combined with Seol Jung-cheon’s white—yet when Seol Woon-hwi cultivated the Primordial Innate Mental Technique, his hair turned white.
Manager Seong, who had spent long years at the Snow Palace, could say with certainty:
Seol Woon-hwi’s white hair was distinctly different from the Snow Palace’s white hair.
It appeared almost like a transformation beyond humanity itself—as though it could absorb and embrace all things.
And.
This was uncertain.
Yet strangely, impossibly strangely, it resembled that of Cheon Do-ja.
‘…It must be my imagination.’
White hair was the mark of the Snow Palace, but it wasn’t as though only one or two people in the entire Murim possessed it.
Then it happened.
With a soft thud, someone descended from the sky.
The moment four men reached for their weapons, they recognized who it was and immediately dropped to their knees.
White robes and white hair.
It was Seol Jung-cheon, the Supreme One of the Snow Palace whom Manager Seong had just been thinking of.
“We greet the Palace Lord.”
Seol Jung-cheon nodded lightly and gazed toward the carriage.
Manager Seong spoke carefully.
“Palace Lord. Hyeon Seol-rin is currently….”
“I know.”
Seol Jung-cheon spoke in a low voice.
He opened the carriage door and stepped inside.
No one could stop him. How could anyone stop the Supreme One of the Snow Palace?
Inside the carriage, Seol Jung-cheon observed Seol Woon-hwi with his eyes closed.
His breathing was stable.
Seol Jung-cheon stood before him.
He gazed at his son for a long while.
Then he slowly sat across from Seol Woon-hwi.
He waited quietly.
How much time had passed?
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyelids trembled.
He slowly opened his eyes.
And.
He saw Seol Jung-cheon.
“…Father.”
“Yes.”
Seol Jung-cheon answered briefly.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly rose to his feet.
“How long have you been here?”
“He came a while ago.”
“Did you hear about it?”
“I did.”
Seol Jung-cheon let out a heavy sigh.
“My son destroyed the Elder Council and killed his uncle—I had no choice but to act.”
Seol Woon-hwi opened his mouth to speak.
But Seol Jung-cheon spoke first.
“Whatever you’ve done, I will always stand by your side.”
“….”
“As I heard from Hyeon Sim, I entered seclusion while you acted—doesn’t that make us accomplices?”
Seol Woon-hwi shook his head.
“Father, you didn’t know. And Elder Brother didn’t know either. This was something I did alone, entirely by myself.”
Seol Jung-cheon was no fool.
If everything was resolved as Seol Woon-hwi said, then his duty as Palace Lord was clear.
He would have to impose punishment in some form, and Seol Woon-hwi was already resolved to go to the Nan-cheon Region.
“If I send you to the Nan-cheon Region as punishment, I can announce it publicly and preserve my honor.”
“Yes.”
“But at the same time, your reputation will suffer.”
“I’m prepared for that.”
Just as one cannot hide the sun with their hand, not all martial artists are fools.
Looking back at the past, why had Seol Woon-hwi gone to the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance?
To establish the prestige of Snow Palace.
When I returned and stopped by Snow Palace before going to the Martial Alliance, I raised my own name further, and now I’ve touched the Elder Council and killed a blood relative.
Exile to the Nan-cheon Region as punishment?
To anyone’s eyes, this would make Seol Woon-hwi appear to be Snow Palace’s problem child, and Seol Jung-cheon seem unable to either discard such a son or embrace him fully—a situation of awkward indecision.
And that was precisely the intention.
“Am I understanding your thoughts correctly?”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded.
“Yes. You are.”
“…Then, is this truly the best course?”
After a moment of thought, Seol Woon-hwi spoke quietly.
“A game of Go requires only one center point.”
“…Center point.”
“Yes. The center of the Go board, the supreme position of heaven.”
Seol Woon-hwi paused for a moment.
“Currently, the one sitting in that position is you, Father.”
“…That’s true.”
“And the next person to sit at the center point would be Elder Brother, as the Young Palace Lord.”
“….”
“But as long as I remain on Snow Mountain, people will think there are two center points vying for succession after you.”
Seol Jung-cheon nodded.
It was a fair point.
“When two strong stones occupy the same space,”
I continued the thought.
“They weaken each other’s influence. My withdrawal is the critical juncture that solidifies Elder Brother’s position.”
Seol Jung-cheon said nothing. Neither did I.
There was one thing neither of us spoke aloud.
I was no longer merely a threat to the Young Palace Lord’s seat.
I had already become a threat to the Palace Lord’s position itself.
No matter how close the two of us were, no matter how strong the bonds among the Polar Descendants,
that was how the outside world perceived it.
Even those within saw it that way.
The currents of the world were not easily navigated.
To swim against them demanded a terrible price—a price I had no intention of paying. What I desired was the eternal peace of Snow Palace.
What I desired was the eternal peace of Snow Palace.
If leaving Snow Palace was necessary for that, I would depart without a moment’s hesitation.
“I cannot dissuade you. My son is far too exceptional.”
“You know as well as I do. My excellence stems from having turned back time.”
Seol Jung-cheon shook his head.
“That is merely a conclusion drawn from results.”
“Because that is the truth of it.”
Seol Jung-cheon released a long sigh.
“…So you truly intend to go to the Nan-cheon Region.”
“Yes.”
“I would like to know your reason.”
The reason.
After a moment of thought, I spoke.
“Because something is amiss.”
“Amiss?”
“Yes. In my previous life, there were rational reasons why I knew nothing of the Nan-cheon Region, but the timing of when its gates open—something you mentioned back then—has changed. Even now, I cannot fathom why.”
“Is that why you wish to go?”
“Yes. No matter how ignorant I was of the Nan-cheon Region in my past life, I never once heard that the timing had shifted. There must be a reason, and no matter how I deliberate, it feels connected to my reversal of time.”
“Is this merely intuition?”
“It is deduction born from experience.”
Seol Jung-cheon studied me for a moment, then nodded.
“Very well. Do as you see fit. Should you need anything, speak freely.”
I smiled.
“As I mentioned before, I need nothing.”
“Hmm?”
“Your heart, Father, and the warm essence of Snow Mountain—I have already received so much.”
A debt of gratitude that could never be repaid.
Infinite trust, infinite love.
Seol Woon-hwi’s words were sincere.
Seol Jung-cheon did not answer.
Without a word, he quietly withdrew a small box from within his robes and placed it into Seol Woon-hwi’s hands.
When Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes asked what this was, Seol Jung-cheon shook his head.
“Say nothing. Do not speak—simply consume it.”
Having said that much, Seol Jung-cheon opened the door and stepped outside.
Then he sent a brief transmission of thought to Seol Woon-hwi.
-I will make the announcement tomorrow. Rest for another day.
In the space where Seol Jung-cheon had vanished,
Seol Woon-hwi carefully opened the box.
A soft hiss—Cold Energy seeped out.
Cold, yet warm.
Inside the box,
there lay a single Spirit Pill.
Transparent, with a faint blue luminescence.
As if a thousand years of ice had been condensed into crystalline form.
“…This is…”
My eyes widened.
Mannyeon Icecrystal.
There was no doubt.
With trembling hands, I lifted the Spirit Pill.
When I had unraveled the legend of the first Palace Lord, Seol Heun, Seol Jung-cheon and I could see it.
What treasure he had left behind.
There had been an enormous quantity of ice crystals there.
And among them, only one had existed.
The Mannyeon Icecrystal.
This that Father had just given me was that very Mannyeon Icecrystal from back then.
A treasure of which only one exists in this entire world.
And I cannot consume the Mannyeon Icecrystal in its current state. To consume it, I would need to refine it and polish it.
But what lay before my eyes now had already been polished.
I could feel it. Father’s heart.
What had Father done while I was away in the Central Plains? This was the answer.
He must have refined it day and night without rest.
A task only a master who had reached the Primordial Sole Existence could accomplish.
Yet even so, it required endless effort.
The work of polishing, purifying, and condensing could never be easy.
He must have poured his devotion into it without missing a single day.
“…Father…”
I felt it. My father’s heart.
Why he told me to consume it alone.
Why he told me not to say a word.
My chest grew warm. It was a feeling of gratitude I hadn’t experienced in so long.
I silently placed the Spirit Pill into my mouth.
It melted away—
Dissolved completely.
The cold sensation flowed down my throat and settled into my dantian.
A brilliant burst of energy—!
Though the qi was cold, it felt warm.
The essence of Mannyeon Icecrystal spread throughout every corner of my body.
The ruptured blood vessels were completely restored.
The damaged organs regenerated as if brand new.
The shattered blood meridians reconnected with even greater resilience.
The wounds I had recovered from through the Clear Void Rebirth Heart Technique and Blood Origin Regeneration Art.
They were completely healed.
No—it went beyond mere healing.
My physical body had grown stronger.
My dantian expanded and my internal energy deepened.
But that wasn’t the end.
The Mannyeon Icecrystal was literally a treasure containing the essence of ten thousand years.
There was no way such an abundance of ancient qi would simply vanish after restoring a single body.
An almost complete form of Mannyeon Icecrystal took root in my dantian.
This was life itself. It would naturally be consumed with each injury, aiding my recovery.
I opened my eyes.
My body in its optimal state.
I had received yet another favor from my father.
I stepped out of the carriage and bowed silently toward the direction where my father would be.
Though the four others didn’t understand my action, they bowed along with me.

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