Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89

 

“…Give me your arm. I’ll at least apply some medicine for you.”

 

At the earnestness in Won Yang’s voice, Woon-hwi looked at her for a moment. The deep worry in her eyes pierced his heart. He silently extended his arm.

 

Won Yang’s touch carefully traced over the wound. She cautiously applied pressure point techniques as if Woon-hwi’s pain were her own, then took out wound healing medicine from her bosom and applied it with care. Internal energy flowing from her fingertips enveloped the wound.

 

Woon-hwi withdrew his gaze from Won Yang and quietly continued speaking.

 

“Cheon Pung.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Go bring Jang Seok from the Beggar Sect.”

 

Cheon Pung nodded and immediately rushed off toward Yang-ryeong.

 

“Han Mu-rin.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“Work with those martial artists over there to collect the corpses.”

 

“The martial artists from Bong Rae as well?”

 

“Do it. But treat them differently.”

 

The quick-witted Han Mu-rin immediately understood the intention behind Woon-hwi’s words.

 

“Yes. I’ll do so.”

 

With that, Han Mu-rin also moved away, and Won Yang, who had just finished her treatment, arranged the bandages as if embracing Woon-hwi’s shoulder.

 

Her touch contained something beyond simple treatment.

 

Ju So-ah, who had been silently watching these situations, let out a hollow laugh.

 

“…You’re a monster.”

 

“Are you talking about me?”

 

“Don’t you know right now?”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“You made history today. A martial artist at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown defeated a martial artist at Harmony Realm? This will definitely spread as rumors all the way to the Central Plains, you know? But even I who saw it directly can’t believe it, so do you think people who hear about it will believe it?”

 

“What are you trying to say?”

 

“…Just… that you’re going to be very tired from now on.”

 

Woon-hwi chuckled.

 

“You don’t need to worry about such things.”

 

“Right. What would such things matter anyway.”

 

Ju So-ah’s experience was abundant compared to others, at least.

 

Without a doubt, it would be the most abundant in this place after Woon-hwi. Because she was such a person, she knew.

 

“Han Seong-cheol Sword Su Gwang-ho is a member of the Martial Alliance’s Sangcheol Pavilion. The pavilion master of that Sangcheol Pavilion is Golden Path Chess Hero Wang Mu-ha, a master of Heaven-Human Unity.”

 

Won Yang’s hands, which had been wrapping the bandages, trembled slightly.

 

Heaven-Human Unity.

 

That realm was not one that just anyone could reach.

 

Even reaching the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth allows one to handle the energy of nature, but masters of the Five Realms of Martial God truly split mountains and tear the sky.

 

It’s not a joke – the Five Realms of Martial God can kill people with words and dismember a person’s limbs with just a glance.

 

“You know well.”

 

“Of course I know. How could I not? But the important thing is why the Martial Alliance stepped forward. Was it because they were concerned that Snow Palace would influence the Central Plains starting from taking Yang-ryeong? Or are they trying to tame us?”

 

“Probably both.”

 

“Both? They’re concerned, so they’re trying to tame us? That Martial Alliance?”

 

Deep worry settled in Won Yang’s eyes as she finished wrapping Woon-hwi’s wound.

 

And once again, that reached Woon-hwi.

 

Unfortunately, those here don’t know.

 

The fact that Poison Snake Valley had recently infiltrated Snow Mountain, and in that process received help from spies.

 

And among those spies were spies from the Origin Blood Sect, spies from the Four Heaven Alliance, and spies from the Martial Alliance.

 

Yang-ryeong is on the outskirts of the Central Plains, but it’s definitely classified as part of the ‘Central Plains.’ But Seol-ap behind it is not.

 

From the moment Woon-hwi took Yang-ryeong, Snow Mountain became a sect directly connected to Murim.

 

This suggests a change in the power structure.

 

Right now it’s just the Martial Alliance that stepped forward, but before long the Four Heaven Alliance will step forward too, and so will the Origin Blood Sect.

 

However, in the case of the Origin Blood Sect, since their location is so far from Snow Palace, they won’t step forward in the near future, but it was ultimately a matter of time.

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

To Ju So-ah’s question, Woon-hwi answered calmly.

 

“They made the first move, and I also made a move. Now it’s the opponent’s turn.”

 

“…You live such a tiresome life.”

 

“Are you worried?”

 

“Shouldn’t I be? I wasn’t on particularly bad terms with the Martial Alliance, but now it looks like I’m going to be.”

 

Woon-hwi chuckled.

 

“You’re worrying for nothing.”

 

At those words, Ju So-ah’s eyes sparkled.

 

“Your words are quite mysterious, aren’t they? You’re confident you can turn things around, right?”

 

“I am.”

 

Ju So-ah and Won Yang took in the expression on Woon-hwi’s face as he said this.

 

In Ju So-ah’s case, there was worry about what kind of crazy thing he was planning to do, but Won Yang was different.

 

Deep conviction was settled in Woon-hwi’s eyes.

 

Won Yang knew.

 

That when Woon-hwi made such a confident expression, something would definitely happen.

 

It’s a simple principle.

 

If you can predict the move your opponent will make, responding becomes easier too.

 

But when Woon-hwi plays baduk, he doesn’t think just one move ahead.

 

Right now, Woon-hwi was thinking.

 

About a ‘divine move’ that could overturn everything.

 

* * *

 

About two hours passed like that.

 

During that time, the collection of all corpses was completed.

 

Han Mu-rin was definitely quick-witted.

 

First, the corpses from Yang-ryeong side were organized by collecting every piece of flesh that had fallen off, arranging them at regular intervals without overlap, but the corpses from Bong Rae side were not.

 

Like throwing away trash, they were roughly gathered in a corner.

 

So they could be burned at any time.

 

Or given as food to wild dogs.

 

Woon-hwi looked at this with great satisfaction, and Han Mu-rin straightened his shoulders proudly.

 

Strangely, these two people got along well in extreme aspects.

 

And before long, Cheon Pung walked toward Woon-hwi.

 

He wasn’t alone – beside Cheon Pung was Jang Seok, who was dressed more neatly than expected for a beggar.

 

He smiled broadly.

 

“Hahahaha, Great One! You’ve caused another incident!”

 

Jang Seok, who was speaking like that, flinched. Because he discovered Woon-hwi’s wound.

 

“Hmm… The wound looks deep… I brought physicians just in case, and it worked out well. Hey there, come here quickly!”

 

Jang Seok was also a man as quick-witted as Han Mu-rin.

 

He didn’t become the branch leader of the Beggar Sect’s Yang-ryeong branch for nothing.

 

Woon-hwi shook his head and said.

 

“The treatment is finished. So have those physicians look after the other martial artists.”

 

“…Yes. I’ll do so. I don’t know who did it, but the treatment is perfect.”

 

To Jang Seok, who gave orders to the physicians again, Woon-hwi brought up the main point.

 

“I want to know about the movements of Noejeong Sword Gate.”

 

At those words, Jang Seok straightened his posture. Having experienced Woon-hwi several times, he had come to realize that this was someone who lived in a completely different world.

 

What was in his head was different, and what he utilized was also different.

 

Since he was an extraordinary person, at times like this, he just needed to follow his words. Then appropriate compensation would surely follow.

 

“Could you tell me specifically what you would like to know?”

 

“The movements of Noejeong Sword Gate, especially keep a close watch on Song Ui-gyeong’s movements. Who he meets, where he goes, and even the movements of the sects that were with them.”

 

Jang Seok nodded, but Woon-hwi’s words weren’t finished yet.

 

“And don’t miss their contact with the Martial Alliance either.”

 

The Martial Alliance.

 

As that name came up, Jang Seok’s expression also became serious.

 

This wasn’t simply a fight between Yang-ryeong and Bong Rae.

 

This was a fight between Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace and the Martial Alliance.

 

Originally, no one preferred to be caught in the crossfire between whales. Jang Seok was the same, but if it was Woon-hwi, he would surely present a way to survive somehow.

 

“Yes, my lord. I will find out everything. Even if I have to use all the power of the Beggar Sect that I can mobilize.”

 

* * *

 

The letter clutched in Song Ui-gyeong’s hand began to tremble.

 

This letter contained everything about what had happened at the gold mine in Oksu Village.

 

“Complete annihilation!!”

 

Song Ui-gyeong’s shout echoed through the Great Hall.

 

It was absurd.

 

This result was something he truly couldn’t even imagine, not as a joke.

 

Complete annihilation.

 

Everyone was dead.

 

No one had returned, and all hundreds of people who were there had departed from this world.

 

“How could this be… Does this… make any sense…”

 

Jang Gyeong-mi, the sect leader of Flowing Blue Sword Sect who stood at the bottom, looked at Song Ui-gyeong and spoke in a cold voice.

 

“There were twenty martial artists of Flame Qi Four Stages, and over a hundred of Divine Three Realm. Including the miners, dispatched supervisors, porters and carts… even the food supplies, we suffered great financial damage.”

 

Though she spoke gently, the anger contained in her voice was clear.

 

It wasn’t just Jang Gyeong-mi.

 

“Sect Leader. May I say something?”

 

It was Woon Su-cheon, the sect leader of Flash Sword Sect.

 

As soon as Song Ui-gyeong nodded as if telling him to speak, Woon Su-cheon opened his mouth as if confessing.

 

“We trusted the Sect Leader and moved together. But the result turned out like this. Two Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown warriors who were to lead our Flash Sword Sect met their end there. This is…”

 

Looking at Woon Su-cheon who trailed off, Song Ui-gyeong’s eyes sharpened.

 

“Continue your words.”

 

Woon Su-cheon, as if he had to say what needed to be said, continued speaking.

 

“Yes. I will. Our Flash Sword Sect has been following the Sect Leader for over twenty years now. But today we suffered too great a loss. Moreover, with the death of Su Gwang-ho, a member of the Martial Alliance’s Sangcheol Pavilion, this is no longer a simple gold mine dispute.”

 

There was someone who picked up those words.

 

It was Lee Myeong-woon, the sect leader of Yang Sword Sect.

 

“That’s right. What we lost isn’t simply the lives of martial artists. The martial arts and experience they possessed, and the time and resources we invested… this is a loss that’s hard to recover from.”

 

Song Ui-gyeong silently looked out the window.

 

Their words weren’t wrong. He had certainly made a mistake.

 

He had underestimated Seol Woon-hwi too much.

 

He had thought they would just negotiate.

 

To the extent of sharing profits and jointly managing the gold mine.

 

But Seol Woon-hwi was different.

 

He handled matters in the way of a martial artist.

 

“Now…”

 

Song Ui-gyeong, who had stopped speaking, let out a sigh and slowly opened his mouth.

 

“…Yes, I won’t deny it. Everything is my fault. And it’s also true that this has become a matter beyond our hands. From the moment a member of the Martial Alliance’s Sangcheol Pavilion died, it became the Martial Alliance’s matter.”

 

“Then we just…”

 

Before Jang Gyeong-mi could finish her words, Song Ui-gyeong raised his hand to stop her.

 

“Though the Martial Alliance incited me, it was certainly I who made the choice, and it was also I who dragged you into this. I will compensate. For everything you lost today.”

 

If it was money, he would give money, and if it was people, he would give people.

 

If martial arts were needed, there were martial arts piled up in Noejeong Sword Gate’s library. There were several top-tier martial arts of flame grade among them, so he was thinking of giving those too.

 

He was thinking of cleaning up the mess one way or another.

 

Even so, in the eyes of Song Ui-gyeong and the three sect leaders, fear, anger, and inevitable resignation were mixed together.

 

It was understandable.

 

It was Song Ui-gyeong’s judgment to deploy martial artists to the gold mine. That couldn’t be denied.

 

But the background of that matter was important.

 

There were those who had incited it.

 

The Martial Alliance.

 

Noejeong Sword Gate was an organization belonging to the Martial Alliance, and had been under the Martial Alliance’s protection.

 

Song Ui-gyeong had merely moved as a stone on the go board.

 

If the Martial Alliance wanted to abandon him, he would be abandoned, and if they wanted to protect him, he would be protected.

 

Such was his position.

 

However.

 

“There’s dignity to consider, isn’t there.”

 

He rose from his seat.

 

“We are the sects representing Bong Rae. We cannot retreat like this.”

 

“Sect Leader…”

 

“Gather the martial artists. We will head to the gold mine.”

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