Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 87
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Chapter 87
Woon-hwi pointed to one of his white stones. That stone was solidly connected to his other stones.
“Huashan’s swordsmanship was unshakeable like a mountain. Just as a mountain holds its ground, they maintained their center.”
Sim Mun-ryong’s eyes widened greatly.
“Your baduk lost its connections by focusing only on attack. Just like how you lost Huashan’s way while chasing only Huashan’s swordsmanship. Their swords were never meant to harm enemies. They were meant to protect their center and embrace the weak with that center.”
Woon-hwi pointed to the black stones scattered around his white stones.
“Look. The connection of these stones neutralized your black stones. This is Huashan’s sword. There is no unnecessary killing. Only solid connections that protect the center without wavering—that was enough.”
Sim Mun-ryong’s hands trembled. So this was what Huashan’s sword that he had been searching for was like. Not harming enemies, but protecting the weak by guarding one’s center. That was what Huashan pursued.
Like thunder striking down, enlightenment overwhelmed him.
“Ah… Ahhh…”
Words wouldn’t come out.
This is it.
This feeling.
The thread of enlightenment that seemed within reach but never quite there.
No, enlightenment itself.
Sim Mun-ryong suddenly stood up from his seat and immediately sat in lotus position right there.
A massive mountain began to rise within his inner self.
Woon-hwi, who had been watching Sim Mun-ryong, slowly rose from his seat.
The result was Woon-hwi’s victory by fifteen and a half points.
It was an overwhelming difference.
On the go board, Woon-hwi’s white stones occupied the major territories like fallen snow, while Sim Mun-ryong’s black stones were scattered without connection.
* * *
Manager Seong wore an expression as if he had lost his words.
It had been half a shichen at most.
During that half shichen, he had gathered people, assessed the warriors’ levels and arranged supplies accordingly.
He had handled the work quite quickly and returned, only to find that arrogant Baekryeong-wi warrior fallen into a selfless state.
That phenomenon, that form.
There was no mistaking it.
It was the process of ascending to the Divine Transformation Realm.
“…Young Master…?”
He said he was going to play baduk, but did he really raise his realm by playing one game of baduk?
What is this?
“Manager Seong.”
“…Yes.”
“Could you stand guard for that fellow?”
“…Don’t I need to come with you too?”
Woon-hwi shook his head.
“There’s no need for Manager Seong to step forward.”
“…There might be warriors of the Harmony Realm.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Woon-hwi’s confidence wasn’t baseless.
If it had been Yang Gwang I Hyeon or Five Dragon Peak Realm, he would have avoided fighting warriors of the Harmony Realm as much as possible, but not anymore.
Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.
Reaching this realm meant he had formed a Jin Danjeon, and based on that Jin Danjeon, he could use True Energy compressed from ordinary qi.
If he used that True Energy mixed appropriately with Heo Hyeon Energy, a warrior of the Harmony Realm?
He could handle them sufficiently.
He might suffer moderate injuries, but being able to face them was what mattered.
“And.”
Woon-hwi smiled slightly.
“Do you know how to play baduk?”
“…Of course I do. Where in Murim would you find someone who can’t play baduk?”
“Then, let’s play a game of baduk when I return.”
“…Will I end up like that too?”
Woon-hwi shook his head.
“I can give something like enlightenment, but accepting it varies from person to person. Especially in Manager Seong’s case, since your senses as a warrior haven’t fully returned yet, once won’t be enough.”
“…Young Master.”
“Speak.”
“Right now… I’m thinking of something, but it’s not what I think it is, right?”
Woon-hwi didn’t bother to answer.
“Get some rest.”
* * *
In a village called Oksu Village located between Bong Rae and Yang-ryeong, there was a gold mine.
Woon-hwi’s eyes changed as he arrived at the entrance of that gold mine.
His sharp senses had detected the presence of hidden enemies.
“Cheon Pung, Han Mu-rin.”
His voice was cold. Like the Han Gi of Snow Mountain.
“One person in the tree on the left, two at the entrance. Let me see the skills you’ve accumulated.”
A smile formed on his lips. It was a smile befitting Seol San Ma-gun.
“Kill them all.”
“We obey your command.”
Cheon Pung and Han Mu-rin carried out the order in their respective ways. The killing intent of both men spread through the air.
Cheon Pung threw the great sword he was holding. The sword flew precisely like lightning striking down and cut the tree in half.
The warrior hiding there jumped out in surprise, but that was a fatal mistake.
Cheon Pung instantly kicked off and grabbed his head, then slammed it into the ground.
Crash-!
The head of what was clearly a warrior of Yang Gwang I Hyeon was nothing more than an eggshell before Cheon Pung’s monstrous strength.
Lifting up the pulverized head, Cheon Pung grinned wickedly.
“Disposed of.”
Woon-hwi nodded and turned his gaze.
Han Mu-rin had already drawn his twin swords and was charging toward the main gate. Brilliant silver trajectories were drawn from his swords.
The two men guarding the entrance were greatly shocked.
“Wa… wait a moment…!”
Unfortunately, Han Mu-rin didn’t answer with words.
He simply answered with his swords, wearing a smile filled with killing intent.
Slash-!
One warrior’s head shot up into the sky.
Han Mu-rin spun his body as he was. The remaining warrior brought down his sword, but.
Clang-!
Han Mu-rin’s other sword deflected it.
Thud-!
Blood-stained right sword pierced through the warrior’s neck.
And then.
Boooooom-!!
It exploded just like that.
Heaven Killing Wolf Star Formula.
Cold Star Breaking Sky.
Han Mu-rin, who had shaken off the blood from his twin swords, grinned and said.
“All cleaned up.”
Seol Woon-hwi nodded and his eyes turned toward beyond the entrance.
From there, dozens of warriors began rushing out.
They were warriors from the Thunder Lightning Sword Gate who had occupied the gold mine, along with the Yang Sword Gate and Island Sword Gate warriors who followed them.
Looking at them, Seol Woon-hwi spoke.
“Listen.”
The branch members, including those from Jade Tiger Gate, Blue Cloud Gate, the Yeong Family Clan, and Cheonha Trading Company, all looked at Seol Woon-hwi in unison.
“We need no prisoners.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s voice was resolute, and his command was concise.
“Miners, merchants, common warriors, martial artists—kill them all without distinction.”
“”Yes, sir!””
Ju So-ah and Won Yang rushed out first, followed by Cheon Pung and Han Mu-rin, and behind them came the remaining sects of Yang-ryeong.
In that place which had instantly become a battlefield where blood splattered and flesh was torn apart.
There were only two people who maintained their composure.
Su Gwang-ho, the Cold Star Iron Sword, who was Bong Rae’s representative and strongest warrior, and Seol Woon-hwi.
Su Gwang-ho spoke in a voice filled with cold energy.
“You truly are a vicious bastard.”
“Are you referring to me?”
At Seol Woon-hwi’s calm response, Su Gwang-ho let out a hollow laugh.
He had expected a negotiation, not a life-and-death war.
Should he say it was far beyond his predictions?
More than that.
“Do you really intend to massacre everyone?”
“Yes. I intend to massacre them all.”
There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in Seol Woon-hwi’s answer.
And Su Gwang-ho, hearing that response, silently looked around.
Countless people were dying, yet strangely, Su Gwang-ho was watching as if it were someone else’s business.
It truly couldn’t help but be strange.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes. I know. Not only your alias and name, but also your current realm and which organization you belong to.”
“And yet you created this situation? And you’ll see it through to the end?”
“If a man draws his sword and makes a decision, shouldn’t he properly see it through to the end?”
“If you know what realm I’m in, seeing that end through should be delayed, but you’re not in your right mind.”
Seol Woon-hwi shook his head.
“I believe a man’s will can only maintain its meaning if it doesn’t bow to things like realms. Even if my realm is Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and the senior before me is at the Harmony Realm, that principle must be upheld.”
“…Is that the path you walk?”
“Yes.”
Manager Seong had said.
That there might possibly be a Harmony Realm warrior, so he would come along.
Seol Woon-hwi had answered like this.
That it didn’t matter.
Those were words he spoke because he was confident he could see the end through one way or another.
He continued speaking quietly.
“This gold mine belongs to our Yang-ryeong. You clearly know that as well. Don’t you?”
Su Gwang-ho’s eyes sharpened.
“That’s a difficult question to answer immediately. From what I’ve heard, this place originally belonged to Bong Rae.”
“The ownership of things always changes.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s voice contained cold logic.
“Bong Rae lost this gold mine to Cheon Rim, and I took this gold mine from Cheon Rim. But now Bong Rae is trying to take it back again, so what should I do? I should gouge out both eyes so they can never covet it again. Isn’t that the way of warriors?”
“…There’s no helping it.”
Su Gwang-ho drew his sword.
“Even if you’re of Snow Palace bloodline, you should know well that you don’t have two lives. What will you do if you die here?”
A smile appeared on Seol Woon-hwi’s lips.
“Well. I’ve never thought about dying. But if I were to die, that would just be that.”
“Until now, many people probably didn’t try to kill you. Since touching you would be like touching the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, they would have chosen to subdue rather than kill. Is it correct that you’ve been running wild believing in that?”
“I didn’t think so, but seeing you say that, it seems you think that way, senior.”
Sinister internal energy dwelled in Su Gwang-ho’s sword. The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
“Today I will kill you. I came after receiving such a promise… don’t resent me.”
“I won’t. I’m just curious about one thing.”
“What are you curious about?”
“Seeing how remarkably long your tongue is, it seems you’ve committed sins in ‘that place.'”
“…”
“A Four Stages of Heaven and Earth warrior who has fallen to being a dog… It’s quite a rare sight to see in a place like Oksu Village. So my question is, if I kill you here, who comes next?”
“It won’t happen, but if I were to die, Senior Wang Mu-ha, the Golden Blade Chess Hero, would come.”
Seol Woon-hwi had heard that name.
This had nothing to do with Thunder Lightning Sword Gate or Bong Rae or any such things.
Golden Blade Chess Hero Wang Mu-ha.
One of the eight great elders of the Martial Alliance.
His current realm is Heaven-Human Unity.
A powerhouse among powerhouses who would reach Dao Transformation Authority Truth in the distant future.
Thinking about it, it was also ridiculous.
No matter how crazy Bong Rae’s Thunder Lightning Sword Gate was, causing trouble like this didn’t make sense logically.
There had to be those who instigated from behind, and above all, Thunder Lightning Sword Gate belonged to the Martial Alliance.
And the Cold Star Iron Sword Su Gwang-ho before his eyes also belonged to the Martial Alliance.
In other words, the Martial Alliance was the backing.
Not long ago, Seol Woon-hwi had played baduk with Cheon Rim, and this time it was the Martial Alliance. That was all.
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes grew cold.
“I see. Then that’s enough.”
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