Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

 

“Yes. There is.”

 

There really was.

 

“The Martial Alliance will bow their heads and come in on their own, the Four Heaven Alliance will beg to be spared, and the Original Blood Sect will extend their hand in the near future.”

 

“Are you confident?”

 

“I am confident.”

 

Father, who had been tapping the table, nodded his head.

 

“Good. I shall remain silent as you say.”

 

When playing Go, placing just one stone wrongly can often shatter the entire board.

 

It’s the same thing.

 

A bastard son who had nothing began to rampage madly, starting to shake up the existing board.

 

And now, the positions of the stones that had been placed before were gradually changing as well.

 

Naturally, it was right for the board to change too.

 

And.

 

“May I say one more thing?”

 

“Is this as the Blood Heaven Middle Emperor?”

 

“No. As your son, and as Hyeon Seol-rin.”

 

Father, who had been gazing at me quietly, nodded his head.

 

“Go ahead. I shall listen to this as well.”

 

“Yes. I will speak without reservation. Father, you are currently forgetting the most important thing.”

 

“I am?”

 

“I don’t think Father’s methods are wrong, but the timing is the problem. The Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace is, in my view, a castle of sand, but the reason it’s a castle of sand isn’t because there are spies or because there are beings around us constantly watching for opportunities.”

 

“Then what is the problem?”

 

“It’s you, Father.”

 

“…Me?”

 

“Yes. The reason many around us are targeting us is because we seem easy.”

 

“…”

 

“Yes. Because Father seems easy to them. The world describes Father as a master who will ascend to Primordial Sole Existence in the near future. But clearly, you have not yet ascended to Primordial Sole Existence.”

 

Father was truly serious now, and I was serious as well.

 

“Great Void Formless, the fourth realm of the Five Realms of Martial God, is certainly a great realm, but there are already masters who have ascended to Primordial Sole Existence. The sect leader of the Original Blood Sect, and the gate lord of Heaven Gate and the sect master of Maitreya Brahma Heaven Sect.”

 

At this part, Father’s eyes widened greatly.

 

“…Immortal Maitreya has reached Primordial Sole Existence?”

 

Immortal Maitreya is the sect master of Maitreya Brahma Heaven Sect.

 

To the world, he’s known to be staying at Great Void Formless like Father, but that’s not the truth.

 

“He is already a master who has reached Primordial Sole Existence even at this point in time.”

 

That wasn’t the end.

 

“…And Heaven Gate? That’s the first time I’ve heard that name in my life.”

 

“I don’t know the details either. But in the place called Heaven Gate, there is one master of Primordial Sole Existence, one master of Great Void Formless, and two masters of Dao Transformation Authority Truth. At this point in time… probably about two more masters of Dao Transformation Authority Truth will be added.”

 

Father’s expression became serious.

 

“I was a frog in a well.”

 

“Not anymore.”

 

“…”

 

“The potential of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace is higher than theirs. Above all, for now, you don’t need to worry about Heaven Gate and Maitreya Brahma Heaven Sect.”

 

“The reason?”

 

“Because they don’t get involved in ‘trivial matters’ like wars.”

 

Father was silent for a moment. I was also silent for a while.

 

I had given the maximum advice I could without reservation, not as the Blood Heaven Middle Emperor, but as a son and as a Polar Descendant of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.

 

I had also provided information.

 

Before long, Father, who had been silent, opened his mouth.

 

“It sounds like you’re telling me to ascend to Primordial Sole Existence as quickly as possible.”

 

“Something like that.”

 

I straightened my shoulders.

 

“Only when Father and the Palace Lord stand firm can this castle of sand become a solid iron fortress.”

 

“…”

 

“As I said before, Father doesn’t need to concern himself with what happens in the Snow Palace. The same goes for organizations like the Martial Alliance and Four Heaven Alliance. Since their leaders are also on the verge of Primordial Sole Existence like Father, they have the intention of eliminating competitors in advance, so there’s no need for you to get involved in that either. Such matters should be handled by subordinates.”

 

“It sounds like you’re saying you’ll do it.”

 

“That’s right. I will do it.”

 

I looked directly into Father’s eyes and continued speaking.

 

“I intend to protect Father’s Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, and you and I are connected by firm trust. As long as I exist, the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace will be eternal. Because that’s the reason I was reborn.”

 

Amidst the faint spread of tea fragrance, silence continued for a moment.

 

Father’s gaze deepened. In that gaze, I saw trust, and expectation.

 

A look I could never see in my previous life.

 

That look I wanted to see even in dreams.

 

That one look was enough.

 

The reason I returned, and the path I must walk forward.

 

Now, finally, I felt like I was standing in the place where I should be.

 

* * *

 

The Main Palace was incredibly vast.

 

It was large enough to have rooms that weren’t usually used, but the place Won Yang had entered now was special.

 

Because it was where Hyeon Seol-rin, no, Woon-hwi had spent his childhood.

 

The inside of the room was surprisingly modest.

 

Old books were neatly arranged on the wall, and by the window, a single dust-covered desk sat alone.

 

Snow Mountain could be seen through the window. What had young Woon-hwi gazed at beyond this window? As she turned her head like that, there was a folded paper in the corner of the bookshelf.

 

The moment she unfolded it, Won Yang was swept by a strange emotion.

 

It was a woman.

 

A portrait with a woman drawn on it.

 

Still, it was drawn up to the upper body, and the clothing she wore wasn’t silk or anything like that, but ordinary clothes that people living in the mountains might wear.

 

Nevertheless, an undeniable elegance and gentleness emanated from this portrait, so this was either something this woman naturally exuded, or the person who drew this portrait felt this woman that way.

 

It would be one of the two.

 

But one cannot create something that doesn’t exist.

 

Won Yang is also a martial artist in her own right.

 

Being a martial artist, when someone picks up a brush, how they wield it, what their brushwork is like.

 

She could notice that much.

 

From Won Yang’s perspective, this painting, which was like reality, was definitely not drawn by an ordinary person.

 

At minimum, a Murim master.

 

It was certainly drawn by a master among masters who had reached something like the Five Realms of Martial God.

 

It was strange.

 

There was only one person who could be estimated.

 

Seol Jung-cheon, the supreme being of the Snow Palace.

 

A portrait of a woman he had drawn.

 

Then this person must be Woon-hwi’s mother.

 

Young Woon-hwi must have looked at the Snow Mountain outside the window and thought of his mother.

 

Won Yang, who neatly folded the picture, walked around the room again.

 

The inkstone placed on the desk clearly showed traces of long use.

 

In the brush holder beside it, brushes were still inserted, and it was clear that no one had used them for at least over ten years.

 

As if time had stopped, this place remained exactly as it was the moment Woon-hwi left.

 

Before leaving for Seol-ap, what thoughts was Woon-hwi having in this place?

 

Won Yang’s fingertips brushed against the desk. The traces of time could be felt completely over the cold wood.

 

In the corner of the room was a small weapon rack.

 

Though it was empty now, Woon-hwi’s sword must have been placed there at one time.

 

Did the Woon-hwi of those days ever think he would become such a powerful figure?

 

Won Yang suddenly thought that her being here might be rude.

 

Woon-hwi had told her to wait here, and if she got bored, there was a training ground right in front where she could practice, but hadn’t she been here too long?

 

But her steps wouldn’t come easily. This place held traces of Woon-hwi that no one knew about.

 

Another side of Woon-hwi that she didn’t know, and would not easily know in the future.

 

She wanted to know more, but this much was enough.

 

It was then, as she was about to go outside.

 

Won Yang’s feet stopped abruptly.

 

There was someone in front of the door.

 

Since when? It wasn’t a joke – she only noticed after seeing with her eyes.

 

An overwhelming expert.

 

Someone in such distant heavens that a mere martial artist of the Flame Qi Four Stages couldn’t even notice.

 

His build was very ordinary.

 

He was neither big nor small, neither exceptionally handsome nor ugly.

 

Whether he didn’t use weapons or not, he wore ordinary clothes, and hadn’t put on a single long robe in this cold, cold weather.

 

He spoke.

 

“Hyeon Seol-rin is truly blessed. Being a descendant of the Namgung Family… I’ve never had the chance to witness those renowned Namgung martial arts, so I really wanted to see them, but it’s truly regrettable that they were lost in the Thousand Year Catastrophe.”

 

“…Who are you?”

 

“Ah, my introduction is late. I am Juche, Commander of the Baekseol Wiryeong-dan.”

 

Baekseol Wiryeong-dan.

 

And Juche.

 

At that name, Won Yang swallowed and took the Embracing Fist stance.

 

“This distant junior Namgung Won Yang pays respects to the Heavenly Halberd Swordsman.”

 

Heavenly Halberd Swordsman Juche.

 

She had heard plenty about his reputation.

 

The man who used Sword Control Technique best in the Snow Palace.

 

There were even stories that when he went all out, he could simultaneously float and use as many as a hundred swords.

 

“The activities Hyeon Seol-rin showed in Seol-ap were truly impressive. And whenever those activities occurred, there was always someone who stayed by his side.”

 

Juche’s eyes curved gently.

 

“Moreover, I saw briefly this morning. You use very unique swordsmanship. It’s definitely Namgung swordsmanship… but there was a glimpse of explosive power like a wild beast. The changes that occurred in Namgung martial arts after the Thousand Year Catastrophe are very impressive. Enough to make me want to know more.”

 

At those words, Won Yang’s spine grew cold.

 

Something was strange. Should I say there was a sharpness hidden in Juche’s tone that wasn’t outwardly apparent?

 

I don’t know if I should call it a woman’s intuition. It was just a feeling.

 

It might be because recently, only Woon-hwi had spoken to her so directly while mentioning the Namgung name.

 

She didn’t think deeply about it.

 

“I think it’s natural for martial arts to change over time. And judging whether that path is right or wrong is one’s own responsibility.”

 

“Hooh…”

 

Juche’s gaze turned toward Won Yang. That gaze was warm, but Won Yang didn’t miss the sharpness hidden within it.

 

Won Yang felt the situation was strange. There was no reason for the Commander of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan to seek her out like this.

 

“Is there something you want from me?”

 

“Something I want… There is.”

 

A subtle smile appeared on Juche’s lips.

 

“Would you like to join the Baekseol Wiryeong-dan?”

 

There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation.

 

“No.”

 

Juche’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

 

“…If you join the Baekseol Wiryeong-dan, you can learn all the martial arts unique to the Baekseol Wiryeong-dan. Seong Yang-ho is a martial artist of the Body Establishment Boundary, but actually possesses skills nearly reaching the Divine Transformation Realm level.”

 

Juche’s voice lowered.

 

“The martial arts of the Baekseol Wiryeong-dan are at that level.”

 

Won Yang found this situation uncomfortable.

 

She had already refused once.

 

Won Yang intended to serve only one person for her entire life.

 

Woon-hwi.

 

The attitudes he had shown so far and everything he had done for her had moved Won Yang.

 

Won Yang’s heart was directed only toward Woon-hwi.

 

Baekseol Wiryeong-dan? She wasn’t interested. Even if it were the White Command Guard, she wouldn’t be interested.

 

Won Yang’s eyes looked directly at Juche.

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