Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 58
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Chapter 58
Seol Jung-cheon’s eyes widened in surprise.
“As time passed, I could no longer find a reason to continue living. So I came to the ruined Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.”
“…Foolish.”
“…”
“Foolish, pathetic, and stupid… but you are my son.”
A smile formed on Woon-hwi’s lips.
“I thought you would think that way.”
“…Remarkable. There must be much omitted from your story.”
“Yes. There is much.”
“I’m curious, but I won’t ask about that either.”
Seol Jung-cheon was no fool.
The past that Woon-hwi had walked and the future were things Woon-hwi had created.
If Seol Jung-cheon learned of it now and intervened in advance, unexpected damage would occur.
Moreover, Woon-hwi would no longer be able to predict the future.
Seol Jung-cheon was showing the perfect example of how a father who cares for his child should judge such matters.
“…By the way, Hyeon Sim has been trying to get close to me lately.”
“Yes.”
“I heard he learned a few things from you…”
“That’s correct.”
Seol Jung-cheon smiled slightly.
“Hyeon Sim is a man who cannot be described merely as a loyal retainer. Do you know this?”
“I know. I probably know him better than you do, Father.”
“Then what about Yang Seol-jin?”
Woon-hwi did not answer with words.
“…You don’t trust him.”
“Yes.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
Woon-hwi answered very cleanly.
“Do nothing.”
“…Hmm?”
“There are things that need to be uncovered. You must absolutely not kill him, and you must not even show that you suspect him.”
“But he will notice that the atmosphere has changed.”
“That much is fine.”
“…”
“Do you trust me?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Seol Jung-cheon answered.
“I trust you.”
“Then please trust my judgment as well.”
“Very well.”
And.
“Now it’s time for Father to keep your promise.”
“Of course.”
Seol Jung-cheon immediately took out a thick book and a box from his chest and set them down.
“The Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows and ‘Baeknyeon Hwari’.”
When Woon-hwi looked up with an expression requesting explanation, Seol Jung-cheon answered concisely.
“I’ve arranged to make a deal with the Soul Killing Gate. The scheduled date is one month from now, and on that day I will receive the Ten Thousand Year Fire Pear.”
The Ten Thousand Year Fire Pear was truly precious.
It was a spiritual creature of which there were only a few in all of Murim, and those who possessed one would not simply give it away.
He had never thought it could be obtained in just a few days anyway. Woon-hwi asked.
“Who are you planning to send?”
“I’m thinking of sending Hyeon Sim.”
Woon-hwi, who seemed to think for a moment, shook his head.
“Don’t send him.”
“The reason?”
“It’s dangerous.”
“…Dangerous…”
“How about having the Soul Killing Gate bring it directly?”
“Don’t you know? Eun Woon-saeng, the master of the Soul Killing Gate, is a cautious man. To make him come here directly…”
“You need to make him see the dead meat again, and throw some fresh meat on top of it.”
“Do you have it? Fresh meat.”
“There is one thing. Especially if it’s the Eun Woon-saeng I know, he will definitely come in person.”
Having said that, Woon-hwi picked up a brush and a sheet of paper that were scattered in one corner of the office and began writing something.
And Seol Jung-cheon, who had been slowly watching this, was greatly surprised once again.
“…This…?”
“Yes. If it’s Eun Woon-saeng, he’ll probably come running directly with the Ten Thousand Year Fire Pear as soon as he sees it.”
Seol Jung-cheon, who had been staring at that ‘content’, was going to say that if this was fake, things would get serious, but he didn’t voice it.
From Seol Jung-cheon’s perspective, that content was real.
“You truly possess a great deal of knowledge.”
“I often thought it was useless, but seeing how it helps in various ways like this time, I think I should review everything from my previous life when I have time later.”
“Huh…”
To Seol Jung-cheon, who was letting out a strange sigh, Woon-hwi quietly asked with his eyes. Could he take a look at the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows?
As soon as Seol Jung-cheon nodded, Woon-hwi began reading through the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows at a frightening speed.
It looked like he was skimming through it, but that was absolutely not the case.
The content and the true meaning contained within.
All of it began to pierce fiercely into the eyes of one who had once held the heavens in his gaze.
It was broken down, interpreted, and broken down again.
In between, Woon-hwi even opened his mouth slightly as if in admiration.
He had really wanted to see this in his previous life.
But that foolish Yang Seol-jin had burned it all, calling it traces of the past, and what remained was only what was in his head, which he didn’t even want to extract.
The Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows that came from inside that vermin’s head would no longer be the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows that Woon-hwi had wanted to possess.
When about half an hour had passed, Woon-hwi closed the book.
“…It’s good.”
“Is that all?”
Seol Jung-cheon seemed to want some more elaborate praise, but Woon-hwi had nothing more than that.
It was really good.
“Throughout my life, I’ve seen and learned countless martial arts. And I’ve separated the ones I liked among them to create new martial arts several times. But this one, I don’t dare attempt to break it down.”
“Hmm…”
“It’s good. It’s an amazing martial art.”
Though it seemed meager, there was no higher praise than this.
Just as Woon-hwi, who had been thinking for a moment, was about to say something.
“There’s something I want to give you.”
When Seol Jung-cheon reached out his hand, a bundle of documents from the corner was drawn into his hand. It was such natural Heogong Seopmul that he didn’t even admire it.
For someone of Seol Jung-cheon’s level, that was natural.
Woon-hwi, who received it, quietly read through it.
At a certain part of the document, Woon-hwi stopped.
Seol Jung-cheon’s voice pierced into Woon-hwi’s ears.
“Your constitution is the Gwanghyeolmaek constitution.”
He raised his head.
“I’ve investigated and researched it to some extent. So far, there have been a total of three people born with the Mad Blood Vein. I’ve seen them, but they all met unfortunate ends.”
“That includes my mother, doesn’t it.”
“…That’s right.”
“From this, I felt one thing.”
“What did you feel?”
“I felt father’s heart.”
“…”
“I didn’t think there would be so many things to be moved by in life. No, to be precise, I thought the value of the word ‘moved’ held no particular appeal for me.”
Seol Jung-cheon looked at Woon-hwi silently.
“But I was wrong. Thank you, father.”
Seol Jung-cheon smiled.
Really.
It was hard to get used to, but that made it even better.
Wasn’t this a son with infinite potential?
But at Woon-hwi’s next words, Seol Jung-cheon couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
“But unfortunately, two people are missing from your list.”
“…Two people?”
“The leader of the Blood Cult, Cheon Do-ja.”
He blinked.
“And the leader of the Martial Alliance, Gun Mu-gyeol.”
“…Don’t tell me…”
“Yes. Those two were also born with the Mad Blood Vein.”
This statement ultimately meant one thing.
“You knew about it too.”
“Yes. I’ve known for a while that I was different from others, but I didn’t know the details of what it was. So I looked into it.”
“…Hmm…”
“Father’s current level is Great Void Formless. You’ve reached the very edge of it.”
Seol Jung-cheon quietly listened to his son’s words.
“At father’s current level, you could face someone like Gun Mu-gyeol. But you absolutely cannot face Cheon Do-ja.”
“Do you think it would be certain defeat?”
“Yes. It’s awkward for me to say this with my own mouth, but Cheon Do-ja is a genius.”
To such Seol Jung-cheon, Woon-hwi said.
“I’d like to ask you for one favor.”
“A favor?”
“Yes.”
What Woon-hwi did next was far beyond what Seol Jung-cheon had expected.
Red light flowed from Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes.
It was filled with killing intent so chilling it made one’s skin crawl.
Seol Jung-cheon was greatly surprised by his son’s killing intent, despite him being only at the Flame Qi Four Stages.
It wasn’t a matter of it being threatening or anything like that.
It was because it was comparable to that of someone who had reached at least the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth.
Soon.
The energies that had been between Seol Jung-cheon and Seol Woon-hwi instantly ‘evaporated’.
Where Woon-hwi’s blood eyes touched, a path opened.
It was a path only for Woon-hwi, a path only Woon-hwi could walk.
When the strongest martial art of the Blood Cult unfolded – one that only three people could learn: the leader, vice-leader, and successor of the Original Blood Sect – Seol Jung-cheon looked at Woon-hwi with a shocked expression.
As Woon-hwi’s blood eyes subsided, Seol Jung-cheon asked.
“…Blood Boundary Dominance.”
“Yes. It’s Blood Boundary Dominance. In terms of grade, it’s a top-tier Martial God Grade technique.”
“…You even learned that.”
“I happened to learn it along the way.”
Now came the main point.
“I realized something while reading the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows.”
“A realization?”
“Yes. I’d like to try converting this Blood Boundary Dominance into a technique unique to the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.”
At Woon-hwi’s words, Seol Jung-cheon smiled.
Honestly speaking, he was curious.
About what level Woon-hwi’s martial knowledge had reached.
Though his body might be frail, how much shock would that martial knowledge that had once touched the heavens give to the current Seol Jung-cheon?
Honestly, just talking about it was enjoyable.
Above all, suggesting to create a martial art together – this.
He couldn’t refuse.
“Good. Let’s try it. But first.”
Seol Jung-cheon brought out the Ice Heaven Go Board.
“Let’s play a game.”
“A revenge match?”
“This father can’t live with losing, you see.”
Woon-hwi smiled slightly.
“Whenever I see Go, there’s something that comes to mind. The advantage of the first move – they say placing the black stones first is advantageous.”
Looking at the clean Ice Heaven Go Board, Woon-hwi continued.
“Since I went first last time, father should go first this time.”
Seol Jung-cheon picked up a black stone without hesitation.
* * *
With a soft sound, Seol Jung-cheon’s first move was placed.
Silently, yet with weight, the stone settled into position.
Woon-hwi gazed at the Go board for a moment.
Father’s first move wasn’t just a simple beginning, but a kind of test.
The white stone lingered at his fingertips.
And like flowing water, it naturally found its place.
They both began placing stones without hesitation.
Tap.
Tap tap.
Tap.
For a while, the sound of stones being placed on the board echoed, and at some point, Seol Jung-cheon’s eyes began to waver.
When he had played Go with Woon-hwi recently, each of Woon-hwi’s stones had truly been extraordinary.
Facing such stones, Seol Jung-cheon – though it was awkward to say – had been defeated helplessly.
Back then, he could have made excuses that his heart was shaken and his attention was elsewhere, but now wasn’t much different from then.
His son’s moves continued to penetrate his intentions as if seeing right through them, beginning to occupy strategic positions.
Really.
How remarkable.
Seol Jung-cheon, who had been pondering, placed a stone and said.
“I heard about the Han Bing Gate incident.”
“You would have heard.”
Woon-hwi’s answer was calm.
His white stone was already moving to find its next position.
Seol Jung-cheon couldn’t hide his admiration as he watched his son’s Go game.
Every move was precise, as if calculated a thousand years in advance.
When the Black Stones attacked, the White Stones were already waiting in position, and when the Black Stones defended, the White Stones were drawing an even grander design.
He continued speaking quietly.
“Do you think it was right to make Jin Yang-je like that?”
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