Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 407

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Chapter 407
Seol Woon-hwi spoke slowly.
“Most of them would be martial artists from Cheon Seol Moon.”
“….”
“My relationship with Elder Brother will deteriorate.”
Seol Woon-hwi withdrew his hand.
“If you cross that line, I have no choice either. I’ll have to sever ties with Elder Brother.”
Sa Ok-ryeong began trembling like an aspen leaf.
“You’d do well to remember my words.”
Seol Woon-hwi waved his hand.
Shwish—
At that, Manager Seong, who had been aiming his sword at Il Bing Wei-sa’s throat, sheathed his blade.
Of course, he didn’t forget to send a Jeonum transmission to Il Bing Wei-sa.
-If you place your hand on the sword hilt even once more, you die.
Il Bing Wei-sa slowly nodded her head.
Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
Seol Woon-hwi turned his body.
Manager Seong followed behind him. Seol Woon-hwi spoke.
“Ju So-ah.”
“…Yes?”
“Depart.”
“…But they haven’t moved yet?”
“If they don’t move, push them aside.”
Ju So-ah awkwardly scratched her head.
“Well… if it’s an order… there’s nothing I can do about it.”
The moment Seol Woon-hwi stepped into the carriage, Ju So-ah cracked her whip.
Crack!
The horses began to move.
Il Bing Wei-sa shifted some of the dazed martial artists to the side.
The carriage passed by them.
The cart followed as well.
Along with the thirty-five heads contained within the tent.
And Namgung Won Yang, sitting atop that cart, glared at Il Bing Wei-sa and Sa Ok-ryeong with cold eyes.
Though she possessed the Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, her gaze held killing intent.
It was clear.
These three people Seol Woon-hwi was taking with him were those who would willingly sacrifice their lives if he commanded them to overturn Snow Palace.
Sa Ok-ryeong watched their departing figures.
Her entire body trembled.
“…Il Bing Wei-sa.”
Il Bing Wei-sa called out carefully.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m… I’m fine.”
Judging by the tremor in her voice, she was anything but fine.
She watched the carriage disappear into the distance, her thoughts churning.
‘Seol Woon-hwi…’
‘That child from back then… has become this…’
The Seol Woon-hwi she had known in the past was small and weak.
Always hiding in the corners.
An illegitimate son who could only read the room.
She had needed to suppress his spirit as much as possible, lest he become a threat. So she had suppressed it.
She had schemed endlessly to ensure he could never grow, never develop.
She had rendered him incapable of doing anything, and indeed, that was exactly what he had become.
But now it was different.
‘…A monster.’
‘That… is a monster.’
Her legs trembled beneath her.
Il Bing Wei-sa steadied her.
“Let us return, my lady.”
“…Yes.”
Sa Ok-ryeong nodded.
The carriage continued onward.
Toward Cheon-seol-mun.
* * *
Ju So-ah, sitting in the coachman’s seat, let out a sigh.
What kind of day was this?
She had every reason to think such thoughts.
For once again, someone had blocked the carriage’s path.
It had been merely two hours since she had encountered the lady.
The journey to Cheon-seol-mun was already long enough without these constant obstructions.
With that thought, Ju So-ah’s eyes narrowed slowly.
The distance was approximately twenty paces.
Directly ahead of the carriage.
The figure showed no intention of moving aside, and his expression appeared resolute.
And his appearance.
A middle-aged man with a formidable bearing. His square jaw was striking, and his piercing eyes carried the presence of a general…’
“…Huh?”
Ju So-ah recognized him. She knew who that man was.
So she immediately pulled back on the reins.
The carriage came to a stop at a distance of approximately eight paces.
“…I, I know I keep saying this, but Supreme Commander, I think you really need to come out and handle this one yourself?”
A sigh echoed from within the carriage. It was not Seol Woon-hwi’s. It was unmistakably Manager Seong’s.
Namgung Won Yang, who had been near the cart, climbed over to the coachman’s seat.
“Who is that?”
“…You don’t know him?”
Namgung Won Yang gazed at the middle-aged man. Then her eyes widened.
“…Why… is the Vice Alliance Leader of the Sichuan Sect…?”
Ghost-Eyed Demon Lord Mo Yong Nam-cheon.
A master of Heaven-Human Unity had now arrived at Snow Mountain.
Seol Woon-hwi, descending from the carriage, moved forward slowly as if he had anticipated this very situation.
“…Young Master….”
After briefly regarding the worried Manager Seong, I spoke tersely.
“Wait, and pull the carriage back.”
“…How far?”
“Ten more paces.”
“…Understood.”
I resumed my advance.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon.
I stopped at roughly one pace’s distance from him.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon spoke.
“The Sichuan Sect’s elder, One-Eyed Dragon Lord Gwak Seung-han, is dead.”
I replied.
“Thunder-Lightning Footwork Pyo Mu-jin—he hasn’t died, has he?”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon flinched.
Who was Pyo Mu-jin?
A group leader of the Cheon-roe Party, a faction of considerable renown even in the Central Plains.
His martial arts realm was Heaven-Human Realm.
“The Hwan-myeong Group’s organization consists of the group leader and the direct subordinates they command—the Hwan-ryeong—as well as the Hwan-myeong messengers responsible for practical affairs in each region. The messengers and Hwan-ryeong are dying even now.”
“….”
“What matters are the Hwan-ryeong and the group leader. Gwak Seung-han and Pyo Mu-jin were Hwan-ryeong of the Hwan-myeong Group who sought to plunge the Central Plains into the abyss of war. Especially Pyo Mu-jin, who continues to lead his sect well, would have been thoroughly excluded from the Hwan-myeong Group’s purge.”
“….”
“Even now, it remains so. No one else knows.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon wiped his face.
“What is your reason for wanting to see me?”
“Don’t you know that reason better than anyone?”
“….”
“I made a request to Alliance Lord Kang. To send you to me. That was because I was mindful of Alliance Lord Kang’s reputation.”
“….”
“And for you, Senior Mo Yong, this is an opportunity.”
“An opportunity?”
“Not the ‘thing’ you’re thinking of right now, but something else.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s expression turned cold.
“It seems there’s been some misunderstanding….”
“No. That’s not it.”
“…What?”
“What you should be saying to me isn’t that. You should be asking me a question.”
“…What question?”
“How much do you know about the Hwan-myeong Group?”
“….”
“You’re a clever man, aren’t you? We both know. There’s no need for any other questions.”
“…No, there is one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“How do you know?”
I let out a soft chuckle.
“Since it’s a question I’d rather not answer, consider it as if it doesn’t exist.”
“Then you’re willing to answer the question about how much you know?”
“Yes.”
“…Then let’s hear it?”
“I’ll tell you. The Hwan-myeong Group—those bound by malice—they moved exclusively in the shadows. What they needed was a base. And you chose Yang-ryeong-ju for that base.”
“….”
“It must have been your order, Senior Mo Yong. You became certain of it when you saw me at the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance leader’s inauguration ceremony.”
“Certain of what?”
“That Seol Woon-hwi would spend more years in the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance and would never return to Yang-ryeong-ju.”
“….”
“But an unforeseen situation arose. Seol Woon-hwi’s return to Yang-ryeong-ju was a bigger problem, but Han Seok-hyeon of Yang-ryeong-ju noticed their infiltration.”
“….”
“If it had stopped there, it wouldn’t have been a problem. But those bound by malice acted before your order could even reach them. You tried to cut off the tail too late, but the Hwan-myeong operative was captured, and you failed.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon wiped his face.
“You keep mentioning my name—what does that have to do with me?”
“The core of the Hwan-myeong Group consists of three ‘Hwan-ryeong’ controlled by the group leader: Gwak Seung-han, Pyo Mu-jin, and Mo Yong Nam-cheon.”
“…You’re making false accusations.”
“When everything’s already been exposed, why bother?”
“….”
“If you capture and kill the three Hwan-ryeong, the Hwan-myeong Group will disband. You’ll lose your central pillar entirely.”
At those words, Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s brow twitched.
“After the Mo Yong clan was annihilated, you must have wielded the blade of vengeance. But your target disappeared. Was that when it began? When you harbored malice against the world for revenge?”
“…But the group leader remains—what do you mean by disbanding?”
I answered with my hands clasped behind my back.
“Exactly as you’re thinking.”
“What am I thinking?”
“Gwak Seung-han and Pyo Mu-jin probably didn’t know. That the group leader they took orders from actually held the same rank as they did.”
“….”
“One person, two roles—not a bad arrangement. For such a shadowy organization, it’s ideal to conceal even the leader’s identity. The problem was singular.”
“What was it?”
“You touched my people, and you touched me.”
“….”
“That was your greatest miscalculation.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon wiped his face.
“Is it a guess?”
“It’s certainty.”
“So what do you want?”
“That’s not a question you should ask me.”
“….”
“You can only preserve your life by doing what must be done, yet you’ve revealed yourself before me like this… it’s a pity.”
That was when it happened.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s body moved with spectral speed.
His hand shot out in an instant, seizing Seol Woon-hwi by the collar.
Or rather, it appeared to seize him.
As Seol Woon-hwi stepped back, his hand merely grazed the fabric. Then Mo Yong Nam-cheon spun his body and drew a sword—when he’d unsheathed it was unclear—and swung it in a brilliant arc.
The speed was like light itself.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy radiating in all directions spoke to how earnest he truly was.
Seol Woon-hwi’s legs drove into the ground once more.
Shadowless Movement Technique.
His body slipped behind Mo Yong Nam-cheon.
He immediately took his stance and extended his fist.
Eternal Diamond Palm.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon, turning his head in alarm, swung his recovered sword.
Fist and blade met.
Crash—!!
A thunderous boom erupted as Seol Woon-hwi was driven back four steps, Mo Yong Nam-cheon two.
Shock filled Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s eyes.
This was impossible.
“…Yesterday… I heard you fought Seol Cheon-hwa… how could you…?”
Seol Woon-hwi shook out his hand. Blood scattered. A long wound had opened on the back of his hand, but suddenly smoke rose, and the wound vanished.
“I consumed excellent spirit medicine.”
“….”
“Your plan was sound. Hyeon Sim, the leader of the White Command Guard, would sense your approach, but wouldn’t know your specific purpose.”
“….”
“So you approached me instead. Hyeon Sim would observe me carefully, worn from my fight with Seol Cheon-hwa, but at this distance, even an ambush wouldn’t let him escape. Senior Mo Yong.”
“…Speak.”
“I dislike the Hwan-myeong Group’s methods, but I dislike yours even more, Senior.”
“….”
“If you knelt and begged for forgiveness, I had intended to spare your life.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon tightened his grip on his sword.
“But from the moment you approached me, you made no effort to conceal your killing intent… I have no choice.”
He drew the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom from his storage bag.
“Today, the Group Leader of the Hwan-myeong Group will die. I intend to make this known throughout the Murim. The remaining martial artists of the Hwan-myeong Group who have been barely holding on will fall into despair.”
“….”
“What are you doing? You should be silencing my mouth.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon, gritting his teeth, launched himself forward.
“You wretched cur! I will kill you!”

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