Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

 

“The source is my knowledge and my insight.”

 

“If you can deduce Cheongun-gak’s Unmuyubo with that alone, then you must be a peerless master.”

 

“Then I suppose I am that peerless master.”

 

“…Are you truly saying you didn’t hear it from somewhere else?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“As a martial artist, I ask you. Is that really true?”

 

Woon-hwi took a step forward and spoke firmly.

 

“As a martial artist, and as a man, I tell you. It is not.”

 

“…Then how is such a thing possible? Your current level is only the Flame Qi Four Stages…”

 

“Are you trying to find out all my secrets?”

 

Juche let out a hollow laugh, then after thinking deeply, spoke quietly.

 

“…My mind has become a little more at ease.”

 

Juche’s gaze had become much softer.

 

However, he flinched momentarily at Woon-hwi’s following words.

 

“Are you really at ease?”

 

“…Yes. I am.”

 

Woon-hwi smiled slightly.

 

“That’s fortunate.”

 

The atmosphere that had become awkward for a moment instantly became peaceful.

 

Woon-hwi had no intention of talking at length, and neither did Juche.

 

“I didn’t know. That there was a genius in our Snow Palace.”

 

Woon-hwi briefly considered saying ‘I’m not a genius,’ but decided against it.

 

“I will handle the internal problems of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan. Please take good care of Seong Yang-ho from now on.”

 

Juche clasped his hands in salute, and Woon-hwi did the same.

 

After that, Juche silently looked at Manager Seong, chuckled softly, then turned his head away.

 

In the place where Juche had disappeared.

 

Manager Seong approached Woon-hwi with a slight smile.

 

“I believed in you. Really.”

 

“Manager Seong.”

 

“Yes. Young Master.”

 

“Let’s go back now.”

 

At those words, Seong Yang-ho smiled slightly. Then he became curious about something.

 

“Did the matter you went to handle go well?”

 

“It went well.”

 

It really had gone well.

 

“There was also a great harvest.”

 

“A harvest?”

 

“Father is certainly extraordinary.”

 

Seong Yang-ho laughed.

 

“Of course. He’s the supreme being of the Snow Palace.”

 

* * *

 

“Extraordinary indeed.”

 

He muttered unconsciously.

 

Alone in his office, Seol Jung-cheon quietly drew up his internal energy.

 

His eyes turned pure white, and everything around him froze instantly.

 

Then he chuckled softly and settled his internal energy again.

 

He had unleashed it thoughtlessly and devastated the entire office, but it was fine.

 

It really was fine.

 

The five hours of conversation with Woon-hwi.

 

During those five hours, the power of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace had grown even stronger.

 

Blood Boundary Dominance.

 

That was certainly the Blood Sect Leader’s exclusive martial art.

 

No one in this world had created a martial art similar to it.

 

Even copying and modifying it wasn’t easy.

 

A martial art of Blood Boundary Dominance’s level contained tremendous advanced martial studies woven together like a dense net.

 

Change one thing and problems arise elsewhere, and the problems that arise there soon spread throughout the whole.

 

To change something that was formed as one body?

 

This required greater effort than creating a new martial art.

 

Woon-hwi had accomplished it.

 

Though he said in words that he had worked ‘together’ with Seol Jung-cheon, Seol Jung-cheon had only touched the branches while Woon-hwi had handled all the core elements.

 

“…A genius as seen by a genius…”

 

In Seol Jung-cheon’s eyes, Woon-hwi already appeared as a ‘genius.’

 

And such a genius had directly called Blood Sect Leader Cheon Do-ja a genius.

 

Though Seol Jung-cheon was called Bing Cheon Ji-jon in the current Murim, this was only valid in the remote Snow Mountain – entering the Central Plains would make the title of supreme being somewhat laughable.

 

The current Murim’s supreme being was Cheon Do-ja.

 

“…I must work harder.”

 

Half a step to Primordial Sole Existence, the final realm of the Five Realms of Martial God.

 

He had been unable to take that half step for over ten years now. To overcome it, he had clung to the Snow Palace’s legend.

 

Now that he had grasped what that legend was, it was time to let it go.

 

Woon-hwi had said:

 

-Let’s search for the Snow Palace’s legend together later.

 

He intended to do just that.

 

So he had let it go. Only then could he see what he had missed.

 

Above all, no matter how much Woon-hwi said he would protect the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, the current Palace Lord was Seol Jung-cheon.

 

As a father, and as the Palace Lord, the one who must protect the Snow Palace was Seol Jung-cheon himself.

 

How could he push that burden onto his child?

 

“Vice Palace Lord, are you outside?”

 

Then, as if waiting, a voice came from outside.

 

“Yes. I am here, Palace Lord.”

 

The two men began conversing with a door between them.

 

Seol Jung-cheon spoke.

 

“Summon all the Polar Descendants except Woon-hwi.”

 

“…Understood.”

 

“And…”

 

Seol Jung-cheon, who was about to hand Yang Seol-jin the letter Woon-hwi had left to send to Soul Killing Gate, immediately changed his mind.

 

“Call Hyeon Sim.”

 

“…Understood, Palace Lord.”

 

Vice Palace Lord Yang Seol-jin turned around.

 

His eyes were cold.

 

And Seol Jung-cheon’s gaze looking beyond the closed door was also cold.

 

Yang Seol-jin.

 

What kind of man was he?

 

No, going further, fundamentally, what did Seol Jung-cheon think of Yang Seol-jin?

 

I thought he was a fierce but honorable warrior at heart.

 

Yang Seol-jin’s talent is certainly remarkable.

 

If it weren’t remarkable to begin with, he wouldn’t even be able to reach Limitless Divine Manifestation.

 

Where are his eyes directed?

 

What is he looking at, and what is his purpose?

 

Come to think of it, I had never asked him about such things in detail.

 

I simply thought he was with me to repay a debt of gratitude.

 

Woon-hwi’s words are right.

 

The first step to solving a problem is recognizing the problem.

 

Seol Jung-cheon began to have doubts about the man called Yang Seol-jin.

 

For a while.

 

Seol Jung-cheon remained in that spot without saying a word.

 

* * *

 

Naturally, our destination is Yang-ryeong.

 

There was no need to consider anywhere else.

 

Near the Main Palace, there’s a place where wild dogs live, and we briefly stopped there to throw Cho Se-hwi, who was crying and begging for his life, to them and watched him get devoured before the carriage continued on.

 

Without stopping.

 

And inside that carriage, I quietly stared at the confession letter in my hand.

 

I pondered over its contents again and again.

 

At least all the necessary content was included.

 

How Jin Yang-je manipulated the Four Major Sects, how he pressured Seol-ap, and how he used the money that flowed from there.

 

If I match this up a bit with the contents of the ledger I have, this becomes quite a masterpiece.

 

This is my justification and lifeline.

 

Depending on how I use this material, Han Bing Gate could be destroyed today or not.

 

Looking at it again, I really like the content.

 

I was also impressed with Han Mu-rin who created this.

 

“Being from Mixed Path Demon Flame Palace, you’re quite skilled.”

 

“…You should have seen that guy’s eyes rolling back when I tortured him. He spoke politely, but his eyes were just… you know? The kind of eyes a murderer would have. No, he was laughing while torturing!”

 

I couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“He knows what’s important when torturing.”

 

“…”

 

“If the torturer shows impatience, the victim may suffer physically but mentally deludes themselves into thinking they have the upper hand. He probably saw and experienced this firsthand.”

 

Manager Seong scratched his head.

 

“Well… I support everything you do, Young Master. You know that, right?”

 

“Of course.”

 

But then.

 

“Why did the carriage stop?”

 

Manager Seong immediately withdrew his energy barrier and frowned deeply.

 

“…It seems we have a visitor?”

 

That was exactly right.

 

The carriage door burst open, and a familiar woman poked her head in.

 

“Little brother! Where are you going?”

 

Bing Seol-ryeong Seol Yeon-hwa, the third among the Polar Descendants.

 

It was my elder sister.

 

Manager Seong instantly changed to a bewildered expression, and Han Mu-rin, who had been driving the carriage, got down from it with his usual taciturn demeanor.

 

I said to my sister.

 

“I’m going to Yang-ryeong.”

 

“Oh. Really? Father summoned all the Polar Descendants, but your route is a bit strange? Don’t tell me you’re coming from the Main Palace?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“How curious. But little brother.”

 

I was about to answer but kept my mouth shut.

 

Because my sister’s arm suddenly shot out and grabbed me by the collar.

 

“I heard. You devoured Yang-ryeong County?”

 

I quietly looked down at my sister’s arm.

 

“You also massacred the Four Major Sects… killed them all. Is that right?”

 

“Yes. That’s correct.”

 

“You even made a deal with the lord of Geonkon Castle?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You are my little brother that I know, right?”

 

“That’s correct.”

 

“It doesn’t seem like it, so I’m asking.”

 

I smiled slightly.

 

“Elder Sister.”

 

“Yes, speak.”

 

“I am indeed Hyeon Seol-rin Seol Woon-hwi.”

 

“Really? That’s a relief.”

 

My smile deepened.

 

“You say it’s a relief, but you’re not letting go of this arm.”

 

“Right. I have something I want to confirm.”

 

“If it’s a question I can answer, I’ll answer it.”

 

“You showed an interesting side at the meeting hall back then.”

 

“I did.”

 

“You knew a lot of things. How was that possible?”

 

“I wonder.”

 

“You knew well about Poison Snake Valley, and you knew well about the Original Blood Sect too… Little brother, do you know what I want to ask now?”

 

I’m not an idiot, and having heard this much, it’s right to catch on.

 

“You want to confirm whether I’ve gone over to the Original Blood Sect.”

 

“…I really didn’t expect you to understand.”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

My body floated up.

 

My sister strongly pulled my arm and threw me out of the carriage.

 

After rotating once in the air, I landed on the ground.

 

“You said you’d answer if it was a question you could answer, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then I’ll ask. Our little brother, did you perhaps join hands with the Original Blood Sect?”

 

I quietly loosened my neck and asked.

 

“Is that all?”

 

“That’s all.”

 

“It doesn’t seem like it.”

 

“I know you.”

 

I silently looked at my sister.

 

“The you that I know would never betray the Snow Palace. The Original Blood Sect contacted you, and you pretended to cooperate with them while extracting their information for our side, right? Am I right?”

 

She’s my elder sister.

 

The elder sister I know.

 

Even in the worst case scenario, my sister wasn’t suspecting me.

 

Seeing her believe that even if I had joined hands with the Original Blood Sect, it would be a disguise, I couldn’t help but smile.

 

“Why are you laughing?”

 

“Because I don’t feel bad about it.”

 

“…Little brother, you’ve become really strange.”

 

Immediately, Elder Sister drew the sword from her waist.

 

“I don’t have a hobby of beating up my little brother, but this won’t do. How about we have a heated conversation with this Elder Sister today?”

 

It didn’t seem like a question expecting an answer. The proof was that Elder Sister was already charging at me.

 

The ground caved in as she closed the distance with me in an instant, her sword cutting through the sky as it struck down.

 

Imbued with the energy of ice and snow, it was certainly one of the Ice Snow Three Forms Six Swords recorded in the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows.

 

I read the Sword Momentum and predicted the next Sword Momentum that would follow.

 

There were two directions.

 

The direction Elder Sister’s feet were pointing and which shoulder’s muscles were swelling more.

 

Then which direction her feet would move.

 

As soon as the calculation finished in my head, I twisted my body to the side.

 

Elder Sister’s sword struck down right in front of my nose.

 

I immediately moved one step back and one step to the right.

 

Elder Sister’s sword, which had stopped abruptly in the air, now grazed past in front of my forehead.

 

Striking down then stopping, immediately swinging greatly to the left.

 

It was simple Sword Momentum, and the Sword Momentum that would follow was also easily predictable.

 

As I stepped one step to the left, whoosh-!

 

The tip of Elder Sister’s sword grazed past the side of my head.

 

“…What… Hey, this?”

 

Elder Sister’s sword no longer moved.

 

It was reflected all too clearly in Elder Sister’s wide-open pupils. My right hand gripping Elder Sister’s sword.

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