Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 437

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Chapter 437
Manager Seong, Ju So-ah, and Namgung Won Yang.
These three who had decided to travel with Seol Woon-hwi completed all their preparations while he met with others.
They had packed their belongings, secured a carriage, and obtained horses.
The Ilwol Plateau was the stronghold of the Original Blood Sect.
It boasted a scale that surpassed even Geonkon Castle, which bordered Yang-ryeong, with Poison Snake Valley to the east, Heavenly Demon Palace to the south, the Thunder Lightning Demon Sect nearby to the Heavenly Demon Palace, Jeok Ryeong Won to the north, and Mang Hon Palace to the west.
These five sects were called the “branches” of the Original Blood Sect, and these organizations were strong enough to rank among the top of the Murim’s Five Great Sword Sects or Five Great Sects even if they separated independently.
There was no hesitation in following Seol Woon-hwi, but honestly, the tension was unavoidable.
Those five branches would even feign death at a single word from the Cult Leader of the Original Blood Sect.
The place they were heading to was not one of those five branches, but the very center of the Original Blood Sect.
What was this.
I could only steel myself.
Just then, Seol Woon-hwi returned from meeting No Cheon-myeong.
He asked.
“Are the preparations complete?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Then let’s depart.”
Strangely, Seol Woon-hwi didn’t seem nervous at all.
Manager Seong, who knew the full story, accepted it as such, but Ju So-ah and Namgung Won Yang could only think that this was truly remarkable.
The carriage departed.
And inside the carriage.
Seol Woon-hwi spoke in a quiet voice.
“Are you nervous?”
He was speaking to Ju So-ah and Namgung Won Yang.
The two women nodded.
“I understand. And this isn’t something to spread around, but you two are capable enough that I can trust and entrust you to my back. I intend to tell you.”
At this suddenly begun conversation, Manager Seong and everyone else widened their eyes in surprise.
What was he going to tell them.
Manager Seong, who had been thinking for a moment, was greatly startled.
Could it be.
“…Young Master?”
Looking at Manager Seong, Seol Woon-hwi gave a small nod.
If it was Seol Woon-hwi’s choice, there was no helping it.
Manager Seong also nodded and straightened his posture.
As the atmosphere became serious, the two women also straightened their postures accordingly.
“When I first fled the Eternal Snow Palace, I was weak and fragile.”
“…Yes?”
“There was nowhere in the Central Plains I hadn’t visited. And the place where I eventually settled was the Original Blood Sect.”
“…?”
“There, I rose to the position of Blood Heaven Middle Emperor, unified the Murim, and reached the final realm of Primordial Sole Existence.”
The two women couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying.
“I brought down the Eternal Snow Palace with my own hands and cut off Yang Seol-jin’s head—the Palace Lord at that time. The memory is still vivid. That moment when he begged for his life.”
“….”
“Eventually, I no longer wished to remain there, so I left the Original Blood Sect. There were those who pursued me. I was poisoned, and I couldn’t properly detoxify myself. Rather, I couldn’t. It was a poison that couldn’t be cured.”
In that poisoned state, I took the head of the Heaven Gate’s Gate Master and slew all who came after me.
In the end, I took Yeong Woon-seong’s head as well.
“I came to the collapsed Eternal Snow Palace seeking a place to die and split the Eternal Snow Mountain in half before I perished. But when I opened my eyes, I had returned to my childhood.”
It was a clean summary.
“It began in Seol Ap. Namgung Won Yang.”
“Y-yes… yes?”
“You will remember. The moment I changed.”
She couldn’t possibly forget.
Seol Woon-hwi, who had been nothing and could do nothing, suddenly beheaded the Vice Division Leader, slew the Beggar Sect members, and massacred the martial artists of Yang-ryeong.
Seol Woon-hwi’s story ended there.
It was brief, yet packed with everything that mattered—a remarkably substantive account.
After hearing it all, Ju So-ah swallowed hard and spoke.
“…So… to summarize, you underwent a regression… is that it?”
“Regression and past life—both are intertwined, I’d say.”
“…This is insane. Knowing better than anyone that you’re not the type to jest, if this is true… is that even possible?”
“Isn’t the result right before your eyes?”
“….”
“The Thousand Year Demon Cult possessed something called the Three Divine Objects.”
“I’ve heard of them. The Heavenly Demon Divine Sword and… some kind of jewel, I think.”
“That jewel’s name is the Heaven and Earth Original Jade. It became embedded in my heart and fulfilled my desire.”
Even now, Seol Woon-hwi doesn’t know the details of this Heaven and Earth Original Jade. He couldn’t have understood it.
There was no information.
But through conversations with Cheon Do-ja and the series of events that unfolded, he became certain.
The Heaven and Earth Original Jade’s effect is one of two things.
One is granting a person’s desire.
The other is cleanly allowing the caster to regress to whatever point in time they wish.
Both cases share the common trait that the world is reconstructed, and inserting either of these two possibilities explains Seol Woon-hwi’s current situation.
Ju So-ah raised her hand as if she had a question.
“Go ahead.”
“Is it single-use?”
In a sense, it was the crucial question.
Is the Heaven and Earth Original Jade single-use?
Where the Heaven and Earth Original Jade should have been, it was no longer there.
Whatever the case, by using it, Seol Woon-hwi caused the Heaven and Earth Original Jade to vanish.
But what of before that?
Cheon Do-ja knew what kind of efficacy it possessed.
Cheon Do-ja was the Vice Sect Leader of the Thousand Year Demon Cult and had lived for nearly several centuries.
Naturally, Won Geuk-cheon, the Cult Leader of the Thousand Year Demon Cult whom he served, would have known of its efficacy, and his successors would have known of it as well.
Recently, there had been no occasion to enter the Secret Realm or meet with demon cultists, so there had been no opportunity to ask, but this was certainly a matter worth addressing at some point.
Of course, Seol Woon-hwi had thought about this aspect before as well.
That was why he could answer Ju So-ah’s question decisively.
“I don’t know.”
“Ah….”
“I can’t know. There’s no information.”
“…Right? If such an extraordinary Divine Object isn’t single-use, then this world would become someone’s playground… That would be rather troubling, wouldn’t it?”
Seol Woon-hwi let out a soft chuckle.
“Has your tension eased?”
“…A little?”
“Then that’s enough.”
Seol Woon-hwi sank deeply into his chair.
“It will take quite some time to reach the Ilwol Plateau. So make yourself comfortable.”
It was simple.
Just.
Continue as usual.
The carriage headed toward the Ilwol Plateau.
Smoothly.
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The Ilwol Plateau.
The southwestern edge of the Central Plains.
A vast plateau surrounded by mountain ranges like a folding screen.
It was called the Ilwol Plateau because one could witness both the sunrise and moonrise simultaneously in this place.
And here stood the Original Blood Sect.
Seol Woon-hwi arrived at the plateau a month after leaving Yang Ling-ju.
Snow had not reached this far.
It was warm.
The climate unique to the plateau.
Seol Woon-hwi walked.
Along a familiar path.
A path I had walked countless times in my previous life.
‘…Nothing has changed.’
The surrounding landscape remained exactly as it was.
Red earth.
Rough stone.
Sparsely scattered trees.
All of it was exactly as I remembered. How long had I walked?
A massive structure came into view ahead.
The Original Blood Sect.
Blood Cult Central Hall.
A building where black and crimson intertwined.
It was oppressive.
But for Seol Woon-hwi.
‘…It feels like home.’
Strangely, it brought comfort.
The place where I had spent the longest time in my previous life.
Decades passed within these walls.
Training, executing missions, mingling with people.
Seol Woon-hwi’s carriage came to a halt before the Central Hall’s main gate.
The gatekeepers tilted their heads upon seeing the carriage.
Someone bringing a carriage directly to the Central Hall, not even to the outer regions of the Original Blood Sect?
In all their years, they had never witnessed such a thing.
The carriage door opened, and Seol Woon-hwi descended.
He regarded the gatekeepers.
“Your discipline is in shambles.”
The gatekeepers’ brows furrowed sharply.
“Who are you to come to the Central Hall and speak of discipline….”
One gatekeeper hastily covered the other’s mouth. The one beside him approached Seol Woon-hwi.
“…Unless my eyes deceive me, you must surely be Lord Hyeon Seol-rin of the Eternal Snow Palace…?”
“You are correct.”
“…What brings such an esteemed person to this place…?”
“I made a promise with the Original Blood Sect.”
“…Pardon?”
“Go inside and inform them. Tell them that Hyeon Seol-rin has come to ask the second question I could not ask before, and that I will accept the Original Blood Sect’s proposal.”
For the gatekeepers, this was utterly unexpected.
How could anyone have foreseen such a situation?
“P-please wait a moment.”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded, shifting his gaze to the other gatekeeper.
His expression had grown rigid.
Words like “who,” “how dare,” echoed through his mind. And even the remark about shambled discipline.
He hastily performed a Cupped Fist Salute toward Seol Woon-hwi.
“…I have committed a grave discourtesy….”
“It is forgotten.”
Seol Woon-hwi closed his eyes in silence.
How long did I wait before the carriage?
The gatekeeper who had gone inside approached. From his perspiring face alone, one could discern his urgency.
“P-please come in….”
The main gate opened.
Seol Woon-hwi climbed back into the carriage, and it began to move.
The resplendent interior came into view.
Seol Woon-hwi felt little excitement.
It was far too familiar.
But his companions, entering this place for the first time, could not hide their astonishment.
The majesty of the Original Blood Sect.
Its reputation in the Murim was beyond question, yet none had imagined the interior would be like this.
This was no mere city—it resembled nothing less than a Royal Palace itself.
After leaving their horses and carriage at the Central Hall stables, Seol Woon-hwi’s party entered the interior.
They passed through corridors.
Martial artists appeared before them.
All of them stopped upon seeing Seol Woon-hwi.
They were elite Blood Persons.
Such warriors never feared their opponent, regardless of who they faced.
They offered Seol Woon-hwi a light, formal bow.
Seol Woon-hwi returned their bow with equal courtesy.
Without words, they passed each other by.
Seol Woon-hwi’s party continued forward.
Toward the central Grand Hall.
The doors stood open.
A voice echoed from within.
“Come in.”
Cheon Do-ja’s voice.
Seol Woon-hwi stepped quietly inside.
Within the Grand Hall.
Cheon Do-ja sat upon the upper seat, flanked on either side by six elderly men.
The Six Grand Elders of the Original Blood Sect.
Foremost among them sat Grand Elder Yeong Woon-seong.
Mid-seventies.
His shaved head remained striking.
A master of Great Void Formless.
He gave a subtle wink that no one else noticed.
It was a gesture of welcome, an expression of joy at Seol Woon-hwi’s very presence here.
Cheon Do-ja smiled with amusement.
“This rascal—after making a fool of me, now he’s winking at others.”
Seol Woon-hwi chuckled softly.
“You deceived me so thoroughly, I thought I’d return the favor. Cheon Do-ja.”
At this brief exchange between the two, all the elders blinked in surprise.
It was surreal.
To them, Cheon Do-ja was heaven itself.
To think he would engage in such casual conversation? Mundane pleasantries, and here of all places—in the Grand Hall itself?
It was almost absurd.
“Well then, shall we move on to the main matter?”
“As you wish, Cheon No-ya.”
“Before I ask my second question, I must inquire—why did Snow Palace emerge?”
“Wasn’t that what you desired?”
Cheon Do-ja let out a soft chuckle.
“Desiring something and wishing to hear the reason behind it are two different matters, are they not?”
“Your words are just, Cheon No-ya. Then I shall answer—I came for my own ambitions.”

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