Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 438

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Chapter 438
“Ambition, you say…? That didn’t seem to be the case.”
“There is a truth I wish to uncover and a matter I must resolve. I merely expressed the desire to conclude all of it at once as ambition—was that an incorrect choice of words?”
“Not incorrect, but to my ears, it sounds like you simply don’t wish to give me a proper answer to my question.”
I glanced briefly around my surroundings.
There were many eyes watching.
“Even if I do not answer, Cheon No-ya surely already knows my answer.”
“Hmm?”
“There are far too many steps to traverse for Cheon No-ya’s amusement. ‘Still,’ as it were.”
Cheon Do-ja stroked his white beard.
Certainly.
He was different from the others.
Hardly a mere object, was he?
“Hehehehe… how amusing, truly amusing. Elder Yang.”
At those final words, Yang Ui-ji, an elder of the Origin Blood Sect seated in the chamber, rose from her seat.
With keen perception, she walked directly toward me and handed over the sword hanging at her waist.
I accepted it without hesitation.
“Without need for lengthy discourse, I shall accept Seol Woon-hwi into the Blood Cult. As you well know, the Murim operates by the logic of strength, does it not?”
“It does.”
“Especially here in the Blood Cult—it runs even deeper than in the broader Murim.”
“I am aware of this.”
“Then you understand what must be done going forward.”
I nodded.
Proof.
In the end, that is what the Murim is.
Whether one acts or refrains, whether one builds achievements or does anything else.
One must continuously prove oneself, always and everywhere.
Failure to do so means expulsion.
Such is this world. That is the logic of strength.
Immediately after, as if he had been waiting, Yeong Woon-seong suddenly rose from his seat.
“Main Headquarters.”
“Yes?”
“I shall face him directly.”
“Hehehehe… I was thinking of an elder, but our Grand Elder himself?”
“Yes. I have prior acquaintance with this fellow, do I not?”
“That is true.”
“Hehe… please entrust this to me.”
Cheon Do-ja nodded with evident pleasure, smiling.
In the next instant, Yeong Woon-seong’s form vanished from that spot.
He appeared before me in a heartbeat.
“Hehehehe… you brat. Didn’t I tell you? You should come over to our side.”
“Your discernment is quite impressive, Senior.”
“I know it is. Quite impressive indeed, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you. This isn’t the Outside—it’s the Blood Cult.”
“I understand completely.”
“Then, shall we see what you’re made of?”
Yeong Woon-seong’s aura exploded outward.
Great Void Formless.
The fourth realm of the Five Realms of Martial God.
Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy swirled around his body as its center, and from within that vortex, a crimson aura erupted.
Blood Energy.
The source of life wielded only by the Origin Blood Sect.
A formidable power born from burning blood itself.
Red vapor rose from every inch of Yeong Woon-seong’s body, and his pupils stained crimson.
“This will hurt a little.”
“Those are my words to you, Senior.”
“…Hmm?”
“You’ll find it hurts a little.”
The corners of Yeong Woon-seong’s mouth curled upward. From Seol Woon-hwi, speaking thus, emanated a distinct fighting spirit.
Impressive. Truly impressive.
“Hehehehehehe.”
Laughing thus, Yeong Woon-seong kicked off the ground.
Boom—!!
The floor caved inward as his body vanished.
No—not vanished, merely moving too swiftly to be seen.
My eyes narrowed.
I immediately spread Heo Hyeon Energy throughout my body.
I sensed the flow of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Yeong Woon-seong’s position became clear.
Upper left.
I raised my sword.
Boom—!!
Yeong Woon-seong’s fist collided with my blade.
The shockwave rippled outward in all directions, and my body was driven backward.
My feet scraped across the ground as I slid back more than a dozen paces.
My hand stung. The palm gripping the sword felt as though it might split open. The gap in cultivation realm was three stages—immense. Yet beyond that difference, this man’s fist remained as heavy as ever, then and now.
Yeong Woon-seong launched himself forward again.
Punches came in succession.
Ten, twenty, relentless volleys, and I parried them all with my blade.
But with each block, the impact traveled up my arm, shaking my internal energy.
On the twenty-first punch, my sword nearly flew from my grip; on the twenty-fifth, my stance crumbled; and on the thirtieth, the fist pierced through my blade and struck my shoulder with brutal force.
Crack—!!
My body flew backward.
I tumbled across the ground before coming to a stop.
My shoulder blade felt fractured.
The Mannyeon Icecrystal activated immediately, but recovery from a blow infused with Blood Energy was slow. I rose to my feet and spat blood. An internal injury.
Yet even as I retreated, I was observing.
Yeong Woon-seong’s movements.
The direction of his attacks.
And the flow of his Blood Energy.
It differed slightly from what I knew of Yeong Woon-seong in my previous life.
Then, at the pinnacle of Great Void Formless, his movements and judgments themselves were different from now.
But now.
It was manageable.
The one problem Yeong Woon-seong had always struggled with, then and now.
He who wielded his fists loved to strike repeatedly.
And each time he did, in the briefest of moments—
Shorter than a single blink, there existed a point where his Blood Energy concentrated.
At that point, his energy wavered ever so slightly, and now I could see it.
Yeong Woon-seong charged again.
His fists came in a barrage. I blocked with my sword. But this time, I moved differently.
Not blocking, but deflecting.
I twisted the blade to subtly alter the trajectory of his fist, then drove through the opening. My sword shot toward Yeong Woon-seong’s ribs.
Swift and precise.
Yeong Woon-seong’s eyes widened.
He twisted his body desperately.
The blade’s tip grazed his clothing, tearing it, and cut his skin. Shallow, but unmistakably a wound. Yeong Woon-seong retreated.
When he touched his ribs, blood stained his fingers.
“Ho… oh…”
Laughter escaped him.
He had been wounded by a martial artist at the Heaven-Human Unity realm. He couldn’t believe it. But it was exhilarating. A smile spread across Yeong Woon-seong’s face.
“Yes, this is fun. This is it.”
Yeong Woon-seong’s energy exploded with greater force.
Blood Energy enveloped his entire body.
This was no longer a game. This was serious.
Yeong Woon-seong clenched both fists. Blood Energy concentrated in his knuckles, beginning to burn like crimson flames.
“Blood Demon Heaven-Wrecking Fist.”
Yeong Woon-seong extended his fist.
One strike. A crimson fist aura hurtled toward me.
I raised my sword to block.
Boom—!!
The impact crashed down upon me. My arm went numb.
A second strike.
It came flying again.
Boom—!!
I blocked it. Third strike. Fourth. Fifth. They came in relentless succession, and I continued to parry, but gradually I was being pushed back.
On the sixth strike, my sword wavered. On the seventh, my stance crumbled. On the eighth, my blade nearly flew from my grip.
The ninth strike came hurtling toward me.
I couldn’t block it. I dodged.
The fist grazed my ribs. Flesh tore away. Blood sprayed. The tenth strike came flying. This time, I didn’t evade.
I raised my sword and blocked it head-on.
Boom—!!!
The tremendous impact sent my body flying. I sailed back more than ten zhang before crashing into the wall.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone. I fell to the ground. Blood poured from my mouth. My internal organs were damaged.
The Mannyeon Icecrystal activated. My wounds began to heal. But I felt it again—the healing was slower.
I pushed myself up.
I staggered. But I didn’t release my grip on the sword.
It wasn’t the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom, but it would suffice.
This blade too was among the ten greatest swords.
Its name was the Jincheon Rin Sword.
I grasped the sword once more. And I drew up my energy.
I pulled the Heo Hyeon Energy to its maximum.
All the acupoints throughout my body opened, and my wide blood vessels responded.
My blood vessels were thicker and stronger than those of ordinary men.
Through those thick vessels, more energy flowed, and greater power surged forth.
White light erupted from my body.
The Primordial Innate Mental Technique, true form. My hair blazed with white radiance.
Yeong Woon-seong saw it. His eyes narrowed.
“…Now he’s even transforming.”
Though he spoke thus, something felt strange.
That aura was unmistakably the aura of Heaven-Human Unity.
Yet something was different. The density was different, the quality was different, and above all.
Yeong Woon-seong’s gaze shifted toward the upper seat behind him.
Cheon Do-ja sat there.
And the aura emanating from Seol Woon-hwi standing before him was strangely similar to his.
The realm is Heaven-Human Unity, but the essence transcends it.
‘…Could he be a hidden son…? No, surely not.’
Yeong Woon-seong laughed at the absurd thought. He clenched his fist again.
“This time, I shall show you the eleventh strike of the Blood Demon Heavenly Calamity Fist.”
Yeong Woon-seong’s fist tightened.
Blood Energy concentrated explosively.
My entire body’s blood boiled, and all that power converged into my right fist.
The fist glowed crimson. No—it transcended mere radiance, blazing with fierce intensity.
Crimson flames.
Blood Flame.
A phenomenon where Blood Qi burns so violently it manifests as fire.
Seol Woon-hwi saw it. If that strikes me, I die. He was certain.
Even the Mannyeon Icecrystal would be useless.
The Blood Qi contained within it is far too potent.
If it enters my body, it will detonate from within. Then.
‘I must cut him down before I die.’
Seol Woon-hwi raised his sword. The Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom.
He concentrated all his energy into that blade.
Void Manifestation Qi flowed along the sword’s edge, and formidable power drawn from his Wide Blood Vessels surged forth.
The power of the Primordial Innate Mental Technique’s true chapter merged with it as well.
The sword blazed white. Dazzlingly.
My body moved.
Sword in hand, I charged toward Yeong Woon-seong. It was a charge made with death accepted.
Yeong Woon-seong’s eleventh strike came flying.
My sword met it. I did not evade. I did not block. I simply thrust.
I drove the blade’s point toward the fist wreathed in Blood Flame.
Kwaaaaaaaaang—!!!
Explosion.
The energies collided and detonated.
The shockwave rippled outward in all directions, and spider-web cracks spiderwebbed across the Grand Hall’s floor.
The Elders rose from their seats and unfurled their auras to shield against the aftermath. Dust billowed upward.
Cheon Do-ja simply remained seated, watching.
Silence.
Soon the dust slowly cleared.
Within it.
Two men stood facing each other.
Yeong Woon-seong and Seol Woon-hwi.
The contrast was striking—Yeong Woon-seong grinning with satisfaction, while Seol Woon-hwi maintained an expression of absolute composure.
As if the difference in their expressions revealed the difference in their actions, Yeong Woon-seong moved first.
Seol Woon-hwi followed.
Yeong Woon-seong’s fist came hurtling toward me.
First strike, second strike, third strike, fourth strike.
And.
Fifth strike.
My eyes flashed as I blocked the fourth strike.
Now.
The weakness of Yeong Woon-seong that I had mentioned earlier.
A twist in his qi, a subtle misalignment.
It was captured.
It was but a fraction of a moment, yet I did not let it slip away. I had waited for this alone.
My shoulder trembled.
In an instant, my sword extended forward.
One Vast Sword Carves Heaven and Earth
With one vast sword, heaven and earth are drawn asunder.
Creation and Destruction Achieved in an Instant
Creation and annihilation are accomplished in a heartbeat.
Heaven-Defying Vast Sword
One Vast Sword
Yeong Woon-seong’s eyes widened greatly.
That was all.
Thwack—!
Blood sprayed through the dust that rose once more.
Everyone fell silent.
The dust settled.
I knelt on one knee.

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