Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 409

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Chapter 409
Seol Woon-hwi thrust his foot forward.
Crash—!
Mo Yong Nam-cheon skidded backward, then immediately pushed off the ground and lifted his foot high into the air.
Toward Seol Woon-hwi’s head.
He brought it down with crushing force.
Boom—!!
Seol Woon-hwi crossed both arms to block, and his two legs sank into the ground—nearly up to his ankles.
As Seol Woon-hwi swung his foot, a spray of earth engulfed Mo Yong Nam-cheon.
“Aaaaaah—!!”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon, consumed entirely by madness, let out a scream.
Demon God’s Chaotic Fist.
Demon God’s Descent.
He condensed all his Demonic Energy into his right fist. The fist turned black.
Crash—!!
He hurled it toward Seol Woon-hwi’s chest.
Seol Woon-hwi raised his left hand to block.
Boom—!!
Explosion. Seol Woon-hwi’s body flew backward and tumbled across the ground.
Ten zhang or more.
He rose slowly. His left arm hung at an unnatural angle—completely shattered.
It was fine.
White mist rose from his arm as his bones began to realign themselves slowly.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon drew upon his final reserves of strength.
Even his life force itself.
Black Demonic Energy erupted from his entire body. His skin split open and blood sprayed forth.
“You alone… you alone…!”
He charged forward and unleashed his fist. A punch containing everything.
Demon God’s Chaotic Fist.
Its ultimate form—Suppressing Peak Demon Soul Fist.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon was certain. This attack would kill the monster before him.
It contained everything of a master who had reached Heaven-Human Unity.
No matter how extraordinary one’s recovery, it could not withstand this.
The fist extended forward.
And just before that fist reached Seol Woon-hwi.
A soft sound.
Seol Woon-hwi’s physical body vanished from that spot.
Boom—!!
A deafening roar erupted, and everything directly before Mo Yong Nam-cheon was devastated.
For dozens of zhang in radius.
It was a tremendous force, and Mo Yong Nam-cheon could do nothing more.
Golden radiance erupted from behind his back.
Eighteen Arhat Hands.
The Fifteenth Hand—the Hand of Extinction.
Crash—!!
Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s body was driven into the ground. The earth caved inward, and cracks spiderwebbed outward in all directions.
Then.
A chain of explosions erupted from where the cracks had formed.
Boom—!
Dust billowed upward.
Slowly, the dust settled.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon lay embedded in the ground, utterly motionless.
That was fitting. Every bone in his back had been shattered, and for any martial artist, no matter how exceptional, to move at all would be strange.
The only reason he still drew breath was because he was a martial artist of the Heaven-Human Unity realm.
I reached my hand toward the empty air.
The Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword, which had fallen to the ground, was drawn into my grasp.
I stood silently before Mo Yong Nam-cheon.
Mo Yong Nam-cheon coughed blood and muttered.
“…Who…what are you…exactly…?”
“…”
“How did the Mo Yong clan…suffer sect annihilation…? We had committed no crime…yet all died.”
“…”
“Eight years old…my nephew’s head was severed before my eyes. He asked what his crime was. But no one answered.”
Tears of blood streamed from Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s eyes.
“…The world is wrong. So I tried to change it. With the Hwan-myeong Group, I sought to sweep away this filthy world entirely.”
A final moment of clarity.
His faltering voice had grown clear at some point.
“…But what are you! Why…! Why do you interfere!”
I answered quietly.
“You touched me.”
“…What?”
“You touched my people, and you sought to kill me.”
“…”
“Whatever path Senior Mo Yong walks, that is not my concern. But since you touched me.”
I raised my sword.
“On the path of a martial artist, seeing things through to the end ultimately comes down to strength.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon laughed.
“…Yes, that’s right…in the end, that’s all it is…”
“And another thing. It was the ‘Prince of Han-seong Kingdom’ who brought sect annihilation upon the Mo Yong clan. Han-seong Kingdom was a minor power, a small nation, but it was still a nation.”
“…”
“You killed them with your own hands. Having already completed your revenge and organized the Hwan-myeong Group, yes, as Senior Mo Yong said, it was indeed a new path you chose to walk.”
“….”
“I respect that. I understand it, and even if the Murim’s era of great peace shatters and is engulfed in the flames of war, yes, I understand. But you should never have entangled yourself with me.”
“….”
“I too have a path to walk, and you have yours. Now is the final moment of the path you walk.”
“…So?”
“So, with all respect, walk that final moment as a martial artist.”
“…As a martial artist… Yes, that would give it meaning.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon spoke in a quiet voice.
“…I want to… see your face.”
Seol Woon-hwi knelt silently on one knee and turned Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s body over.
He stared at Seol Woon-hwi with eyes where every capillary had burst, and asked.
“…We spoke of paths before.”
“Yes.”
“What is the end of the path you walk?”
Seol Woon-hwi, who had paused briefly in thought, spoke concisely.
“One of two things.”
“Two things?”
“One is to stand above the heavens.”
“…And the other?”
“To dominate the heavens.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s eyes widened. Then his lips slowly curled upward.
“To stand or to dominate… You truly are mad.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It is a compliment. I… touched someone I should never have touched.”
“Yes.”
“…To die at the hands of one who will become the heavens… that is not so bad.”
Mo Yong Nam-cheon closed his eyes.
Seol Woon-hwi.
Without a moment’s hesitation, brought down the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom.
Schwick—!
Today, the leader of the Hwan-myeong Group had died.
* * *
Seol Woon-hwi, who had quietly gazed upon Mo Yong Nam-cheon’s corpse, retrieved his sword and spoke.
“Manager Seong.”
Manager Seong, who approached as if he had been waiting, widened his eyes at Seol Woon-hwi’s next words.
“I wish to send this corpse to the Four Heaven Alliance.”
“…This one?”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded.
“Summon someone and have them send this corpse to the Four Heaven Alliance.”
“…Understood.”
I rested there for a moment.
Manager Seong filled out the paperwork, then sent off one of the messenger birds he had been keeping in the carriage.
He turned his head to look at me.
I could see Namgung Won Yang wrapping cloth around my arm and Ju So-ah tilting her head, wondering when she had prepared this.
Our eyes met.
I slowly rose from my seat. The intention was clear—it was time to depart.
“…Perhaps you should rest a bit longer.”
At Manager Seong’s concerned voice, I shook my head.
“I can rest while we travel.”
“…”
“There is no difficulty in wielding my Internal Energy, and my body is sound. I experience some mental fatigue, but nothing that will interfere with my daily activities.”
Manager Seong blinked.
“Since you worry so much, I explained it in detail.”
Manager Seong scratched his head awkwardly.
“Understood.”
It is true that Manager Seong worries a great deal.
Consistently, there have been many similar situations before, so there is nothing more to say.
And each time, I have always proven it.
This time will be no different.
With that thought, Manager Seong spoke firmly.
“Let us depart. I shall have the carriage prepared.”
* * *
Cheon-seol-mun.
The core sect of the Eternal Snow Palace and a sect renowned even throughout the Murim.
To be precise, there are currently five known masters of Primordial Sole Existence in the Murim.
Gun Mu-gyeol of the Martial Alliance, Kang Cheon-u of the Four Heaven Alliance, Cheon Do-ja and Yu Cheong of the Original Blood Sect.
And Seol Jung-cheon of the Eternal Snow Palace.
The Original Blood Sect had no interest in unifying the Central Plains or such matters, merely maintaining the authority of reigning at the pinnacle of the Murim.
But the other three were different.
Gun Mu-gyeol and Kang Cheon-u need not be mentioned further, but Seol Jung-cheon, who previously paid no mind to the Central Plains like the Original Blood Sect, created a tripartite structure in the Murim—the Martial Alliance, the Four Heaven Alliance, and the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance—the moment I directly intervened in the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
Three masters of Primordial Sole Existence now restrained one another.
Cheon-seol-mun possessed within the Eternal Snow Palace a power and prestige perhaps equal to that of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.
That was correct.
The daughter of Sa Cheon-wook, the Gate Master of Cheon-seol-mun, was Seol Jung-cheon’s first wife, and her daughter served as the Young Palace Lord of the Eternal Snow Palace.
Thus, Cheon-seol-mun, positioned in the middle, bore a very important role and weight.
That was true, yet now a carriage and cart had entered such a Cheon-seol-mun.
The cart’s canopy had been rolled back.
Within lay thirty-five frozen heads.
Naturally, the atmosphere of Cheon-seol-mun froze.
Everyone knew who had committed such an act.
All present pondered the question.
Could the Cheon-seol-mun Sect and Hyeon Seol-rin and Seol Woon-hwi truly hold equal standing within the Eternal Snow Palace?
Today would determine which held greater authority and which would yield.
The martial artists guarding Cheon-seol-mun silently stepped aside.
“Do you not inquire as to our purpose here?”
At Manager Seong’s words from the coachman’s seat, one of the martial artists cupped his fist in salute and spoke.
“The Gate Master instructed us not to obstruct your passage.”
“Not to obstruct?”
“Yes. And he ordered us to guide you to the Cheon-seol-mun Training Ground.”
Manager Seong’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The Training Ground, of all places?
This had to be intentional.
Of course, given Seol Woon-hwi’s nature, he hadn’t come merely for conversation, but Manager Seong would have preferred it if that were the case.
Yet the stage was the Training Ground.
Did he know that Mo Yong Nam-cheon and Seol Woon-hwi had fought?
Did he know and make his move accordingly?
To humiliate him before all eyes?
I cannot say.
It was then.
Seol Woon-hwi emerged from the carriage and stepped outside.
Five martial artists from Cheon-seol-mun cupped their fists in salute to him.
“We greet Lord Hyeon Seol-rin.”
Seol Woon-hwi gave a brief nod and opened his mouth.
“The Gate Master of Cheon-seol-mun has prepared a stage for us—it would be discourteous to arrive by carriage.”
Behind him, Namgung Won Yang and Ju So-ah descended.
The martial artists of Cheon-seol-mun were greatly astonished at the sight of the two extraordinarily beautiful women.
They had heard rumors, but never imagined they would be of such caliber.
Seol Woon-hwi spoke.
“Handle whatever remains in the cart as you see fit.”
“…Pardon?”
Seol Woon-hwi did not repeat himself.
He simply continued forward.
Manager Seong descended from the carriage and whispered softly to the martial artists of Cheon-seol-mun.
“Burn it, feed it to the stray dogs—handle it as you deem fit.”
“…”
“Need I say more?”
“…No, sir.”
Manager Seong proceeded forward.
The four entered Cheon-seol-mun.
The Cheon Seol Moon was vast.
Situated on the slopes of the Eternal Snow Mountain, this sect possessed a grandeur distinct from the main residence of the Snow Palace.

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