Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 74
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Chapter 74
“….”
“I believe that failing to recognize a favor as a favor is like showing one’s true nature. My proposal is simple. I will bury what happened six years ago and overlook the black market that will be held here in Cheongsu Village from now on. In return, you just need to give me thirty percent of the profits.”
Yu Han-rim, who had been looking at me, chuckled and said.
“I cannot do that.”
“You cannot?”
“Yes. Do you know how much profit comes from this black market when you say such things? How could 800 silver coins become thousands or tens of thousands of nyang?”
This time, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Does a merchant not know even that?”
“…What do you mean?”
“The value of goods is not determined by the buyer, but by the seller.”
“….”
“How those 800 silver coins will change over the course of six years is for me to decide. And unfortunately, my time doesn’t operate on fixed prices.”
“What cannot be done cannot be done. We have no connection whatsoever with the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace. And we have no intention of paying any profits either. Not a single penny.”
I kept my mouth shut.
Coming out this shamelessly meant there was another reason behind it.
I had some idea what it might be.
“Did Divine Ginseng Valley become that tempting?”
“….”
“Did orders come from above? To thoroughly distance yourselves from the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace?”
Yu Han-rim shrugged his shoulders.
That was no different from an affirmative answer.
This was enough.
“You were a discarded card.”
At those words, Yu Han-rim frowned.
“…A discarded card? Me?”
“It was you who helped the Four Major Sects of Yang-ryeong back then. Am I right?”
“…I will not answer.”
I chuckled.
“Now I see it was a gift.”
“…You keep saying incomprehensible things. Please leave now. And never again demand tribute from our Cheon Rim.”
“Demand… The words coming from the mouth of someone who borrows land in my jurisdiction, builds structures, and profits without paying a single coin in taxes… are truly resolute.”
“Yes. I am resolute.”
“But do you know something?”
“What do you mean?”
“Whether you distance yourselves from the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace or not, such things don’t matter at all right now.”
“…What are you saying? There’s no one who doesn’t know that you, Branch Leader, are of Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace bloodline.”
“Your Cheon Rim is not dealing with the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, but with me.”
“…What?”
“And this is something I’m asking out of curiosity, but if I kill you, who will come?”
“….”
“Don’t you know?”
“…Please… don’t. This is Cheon Rim. No matter how powerful the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace is, to touch Cheon Rim is….”
I reached out and grabbed Yu Han-rim by the throat.
“Didn’t I tell you? You’re not dealing with the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, but with me, Seol Woon-hwi.”
Strength entered my hand.
“I have a request—I want you to become a ghost.”
I was sincere.
“Become a ghost and watch closely what happens to Cheon Rim from now on.”
“Let… let go… If you make an enemy of Cheon Rim, things will become difficult for you!!”
I applied force to my hand.
Crack.
His neck snapped.
After pushing Yu Han-rim’s corpse aside, I spoke briefly.
“Kill them all.”
“Yes, sir!”
The three people except Ju So-ah began charging forward, and in an instant, a bloody storm began to blow.
Ju So-ah looked at Woon-hwi as if she couldn’t believe it.
“What are you doing? Not killing anyone.”
“…You’re doing this in your right mind, right?”
“Do I look insane to you?”
“This is Cheon Rim… You’re really going to touch that Cheon Rim?”
I spoke briefly.
“This is Murim.”
“….”
“Do martial artists fight with words in Murim?”
Ju So-ah gulped.
This man.
He seemed to have gone properly insane.
“Go easy on them and then kill them.”
“…Yes.”
Ju So-ah drew her sword and was about to charge at Tak Geuk, the Five Energy Harmonizing Origin martial artist known as Nohai’s Single Dragon, but I spoke briefly.
“No.”
“…What?”
“Not that one.”
My gaze turned toward Tak Geuk.
He didn’t even blink when Yu Han-rim died, and even as the Jucheon Gyeong warriors around him were dying one by one, he didn’t move.
His gaze was fixed solely on me.
“I’ll handle that bastard.”
“…But he’s Five Energy Harmonizing Origin level.”
“So what?”
“….”
“You go handle the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown martial artists.”
“…This is insane.”
“Go.”
Ju So-ah let out a sigh and trudged away.
* * *
If you go straight west from the Central Plains, you reach a region called Nohai.
In that coastal city famous for its endlessly vast shoreline, there was a renowned spear master who made a name for himself.
Black-Faced Spear King Gwang Han.
He had two disciples, one of whom was Nohai’s Single Dragon, Tak Geuk.
Interest gleamed in his eyes.
“When I only heard rumors, I thought it was just talk, but seeing it in person is even more surprising.”
He let out a hollow laugh while watching Woon-hwi draw his sword.
“Are you really planning to do this?”
Woon-hwi, gripping his sword properly, asked in a quiet voice.
“Was it Tak Geuk?”
“That is my name.”
“And your alias is Nohai Single Dragon?”
“That’s what they call me.”
“Then you must be one of Gwang Han’s disciples.”
“….”
“Did Gwang Han teach you that? To fight with your mouth when battling?”
Surprisingly.
A smile formed on Tak Geuk’s lips.
“This bastard, this one… is quite skilled at getting on people’s nerves.”
“I merely spoke the truth.”
“….”
“If Gwang Han taught you that way and you’re a bastard who follows those teachings, then fine. I’ll spare your life, so get lost.”
Having said that, Woon-hwi turned his body around. At the same time, Tak Geuk threw the spear he was holding.
Thunk.
Woon-hwi stared at the spear embedded in front of his feet, chuckled, and turned his head.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
“What meaning could there be? I owe a debt to Cheon Rim, and I don’t want to make enemies with the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace – that’s my position. But at the very least, I should have something to say about capturing you.”
Woon-hwi didn’t answer and silently examined the spear.
The spear shaft and spearhead.
It was very familiar.
“The Black Sea Water Dragon Spear.”
At those words, Tak Geuk’s brow twitched.
It was unexpected.
“…You have better insight than I thought.”
There’s a saying called “King of All Weapons.”
Usually the sword is called the king of all weapons, but occasionally there are those who claim the spear is the king of all weapons.
And in the distant future, there was a martial artist who invaded the Origin Blood Sect, rampaging while preaching the greatness of spears – that was the Black-Faced Spear King Gwang Han.
Woon-hwi slowly picked up the spear and threw it toward Tak Geuk.
Since it wasn’t infused with internal energy nor contained killing intent, Tak Geuk was able to easily catch the spear.
It seems.
“You must have been destined to die young.”
“…Hmm?”
“I’ve seen the one who used that spear before.”
“…What are you talking about?”
It’s simple logic.
There’s a master and disciple. The master passed down the spear he used to his disciple, but in the distant future, that master appeared carrying that spear.
There could be various cases, but one is most likely.
The disciple died, and the spear was recovered in the process of collecting the disciple’s remains.
The man called Gwang Han that Woon-hwi had directly seen was a more dignified man than expected, and was a man who didn’t lose his smile until his head flew off at the hands of Yeong Woon-seong, the Grand Elder of the Origin Blood Sect.
Such a person would never take back what he had given to his disciple.
Tak Geuk let out a hollow laugh.
“Well now, what an incomprehensible fellow you are.”
“Is that so?”
“You criticize me saying I’m destined to die young, then return the spear, and as if that weren’t enough, you even know my master’s name… truly an enigmatic fellow.”
Tak Geuk gripped his spear properly and aimed it at Woon-hwi.
“Let me see your skills. Be careful – I’ll ‘control my strength,’ but if you make a mistake, your head might fly off.”
Both men closed their mouths.
Silence settled, and from various places only the sounds of clashing blades and screams echoed.
The wind blew.
The moment Woon-hwi’s black robe fluttered, Tak Geuk’s legs pushed off the ground.
Instantly, Woon-hwi raised his sword vertically. In the blink of an eye, Tak Geuk’s extending spear touched Woon-hwi’s sword.
The direction was clearly aimed at the neck, but the moment it touched the sword, the direction changed. The spearhead grazed past Woon-hwi’s neck, and immediately Woon-hwi moved forward as if scraping the ground with his toes. Tak Geuk’s brow twitched.
Thoom-!
Woon-hwi’s shoulder pushed Tak Geuk away. At the same time, Woon-hwi’s sword was swung. The direction was from upper left to upper right.
It was perfect horizontal, without a single point of wavering. The target was Tak Geuk’s head.
It was amazing. Usually, masters can assess their opponent just by watching them swing their sword. Tak Geuk assessed and was therefore surprised.
How could a mere Five Dragon Peak Realm martial artist swing such a sword?
He tilted his head back. His hair swayed as it fell back, and Woon-hwi’s sword grazed past his Adam’s apple.
Tak Geuk’s eyes flashed.
He swung his spear shaft, and Woon-hwi’s sword stopped abruptly in mid-air, then changed direction and swung again.
Clang-!
The spear shaft and sword blade clashed, sending red sparks flying. In that brief moment, strength entered Tak Geuk’s grip holding the spear.
He twisted his waist and his legs twisted. His shoulders twisted too, and his grip twisted. Then the spear shaft also twisted.
Reverse Palm Heaven Strike.
For the first time in a while.
Really for the first time in a while, Woon-hwi’s eyes widened. That was definitely bewilderment.
It was unexpected.
For such movement to emerge, one must become one with the spear.
Body-Spear Unity. In other words, one must reach the Harmony Realm.
Woon-hwi drew up the Heo Hyeon Energy he hadn’t even been using and turned his head to the side.
Whoooosh-!!
The spear tip grazed his right ear, spraying blood, and the resonating cry of the spearhead pierced his eardrums.
This really was.
Beyond expectations and something he hadn’t anticipated.
Before Woon-hwi, who had stepped back one pace.
“Ha-!”
Tak Geuk appeared, roaring as he thrust his spear down vertically. Seeing the expression of one already certain of victory on his face, Woon-hwi steeled his mind.
He immediately kicked off the ground with his left heel and spun his body. The downward-striking spear grazed past him and embedded in the ground, and in that brief moment Woon-hwi’s sword shot toward the opening.
Slash-!
A line was drawn across Tak Geuk’s left cheek as blood sprayed.
“…Hooo….”
Tak Geuk, letting out something like admiration, stomped the ground with his foot, and the rocks on the floor began to surge upward.
His vision was instantly obscured, but Woon-hwi’s eyes didn’t waver.
Swish-!
A flash of light shot through the surging rocks toward Woon-hwi’s left pupil. Immediately, Woon-hwi extended his left index finger infused with Heo Hyeon Energy, which struck hard against the side of the spear shaft.
Boom-!!
With a tremendous explosion, Tak Geuk’s body swayed greatly to the side.
‘…What… what is this power….’
It was absurd. This is Five Dragon Peak Realm? What nonsense.
His thoughts stopped. Woon-hwi’s sword tip was extending toward him.
He had to respond.
He stepped back while rotating his spear shaft and deflected Woon-hwi’s sword.
This time Woon-hwi staggered. Glaring at such Woon-hwi, Tak Geuk drew up his internal energy.
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