Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 90
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Chapter 90
Before even a day had passed, people flocked to the gold mine in Oksu Village once again.
The sect leader of Noejeong Sword Gate and the three sects that followed him.
The first thing to greet them were corpses.
“….”
The sect leaders, including Song Ui-gyeong, silently stared at those corpses. It was gruesome.
They were piled up in one place as if garbage had been collected together.
Even demon bastards wouldn’t go this far.
Then they looked at Woon-hwi, who sat on the stone wall with a leisurely appearance.
“You’re a bit late.”
“…Is this… the Snow Palace’s way.”
The word “this” here included several things.
The way of treating dead martial artists, and the way of responding with immediate massacre even in situations that could be resolved with words. There were several other things, but Woon-hwi answered very briefly with implied meaning.
“This is my way.”
“…Does this make sense.”
“What have you been hearing all this time.”
“….”
“Senior Song. It’s not even an old matter. You must have heard about what happened at the two mines between Yang-ryeong and Seol-ap.”
“….”
“It’s the same thing. I have no intention of reasoning with words to wolves who dare covet what’s mine. If they crawled up arrogantly without knowing their place, isn’t it right that they die.”
Song Ui-gyeong glared at Woon-hwi with cold eyes. Woon-hwi was clearly seriously injured right now. It was certain he couldn’t properly use his right arm.
The fact that a Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown martial artist killed Su Gwang-ho of the Harmony Realm was surprising in itself, but what came next was important.
In that state, he was there now without even ‘Seong Yang-ho’.
How should this be interpreted.
Did he perhaps have two lives or something.
Song Ui-gyeong pondered.
He had judged there was no breakthrough, but looking now… there seemed to be one.
What would happen if he killed Woon-hwi now, and massacred everyone present here.
Song Ui-gyeong, being a Harmony Realm master, was certainly capable of doing so.
And the three sect leaders he brought with him were all Five Energy Harmonizing Origin masters. One of them had even left only half a step to the Harmony Realm.
If they were determined, they could slaughter everyone present here.
Yet despite those three, Woon-hwi still remained leisurely.
“Since you’ve come at the right time, it seems we can have that conversation you so desired.”
“Conversation….”
“Yes. A conversation. From now on, the mine in Oksu Village here belongs to Yang-ryeong, so I hope you won’t cast covetous eyes on this place anymore, let alone come near it.”
“…Is that a conversation. Not a threat?”
“I consider it a conversation. How you interpret it is outside my concern, so I don’t intend to worry about that much.”
“…Truly confident. What if I killed you right here and now?”
Woon-hwi burst into a chuckle.
“…You laugh? That Heavenly Beauty Ju So-ah next to you, that woman should be the martial artist with the highest realm here as Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, and if we put our minds to it, not only you but all those next to you would die. Don’t you know this.”
“That’s not how you make threats. Senior.”
“…What?”
“Coming here means you made a choice, and not drawing your sword also means you made a choice. Furthermore, not acting and only talking means there’s a reason you must do so. That reason would probably be when you realized you were a ‘stone’… Looking at your expression, I seem to be right.”
Here, if they wanted to kill not only Seol Woon-hwi but everyone, they could certainly kill them.
But they couldn’t do so.
They absolutely couldn’t move.
There was a reason for that, and this was a truly realistic answer.
“If you want to make enemies of not only the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace but also the Martial Alliance, I won’t stop you.”
That’s right.
If Song Ui-gyeong moved now, he would make the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace an enemy, and he would also make the Martial Alliance an enemy.
This wasn’t something that could be passed over with revenge for Su Gwang-ho or such nonsense.
“Someone from the Martial Alliance set up this board. It smells like Gun Mu-gyeol, but he doesn’t place stones this way. With high probability, it’s Vice Alliance Leader Zhuge Yeong-hyeon, so if you’re confident you can break the board he created, come and take this head.”
As if truly telling him to take it, Woon-hwi stood up from his seat and walked toward Song Ui-gyeong.
He was in a completely defenseless state, not drawing up even a bit of internal energy.
Won Yang tried to stop him, but surprisingly Han Mu-rin stopped Won Yang instead. Ju So-ah was the same.
Though they hadn’t spent long years together, they roughly knew what kind of man he was.
Before hundreds of martial artists watching, Woon-hwi walked and soon reached Song Ui-gyeong.
Song Ui-gyeong, momentarily heated by Woon-hwi’s absurd action, drew his sword and placed it against Woon-hwi’s neck, but Woon-hwi didn’t even blink and only looked quietly.
“…You… what the hell… are you.”
“In similar situations, so many people have asked me that question. But I don’t understand why they bother asking questions that have predetermined answers.”
Woon-hwi smiled slightly.
“I am Seol Woon-hwi. A bastard son of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, and the fifth among the Polar Descendants, Hyeon Seol-rin. There’s nothing more than that.”
“….”
“How about it, do you have confidence to break the board?”
Song Ui-gyeong’s arm trembled.
This was the key point.
From the moment Woon-hwi killed Su Gwang-ho, there was nothing Song Ui-gyeong could do.
Remaining silent was all he could do, and coming here now was to salvage what little face he had left.
But in the place he came to salvage face, he was instead only helping Woon-hwi stand out, which was absolutely maddening.
“You keep making me ask the same question. I asked if you have confidence to break the board.”
He didn’t.
Staking everything, he really didn’t.
He couldn’t even attempt it.
Right now only that many corpses had appeared, but if he acted here, the owner of Bong Rae would change.
Not only Noejeong Sword Gate but the halls of the other three sects would burn, and their families would die without a single exception.
“You don’t. Then put this away now. You won’t be able to cut anyway.”
Saying so, Woon-hwi knocked Song Ui-gyeong’s sword aside and continued speaking in a quiet voice with his hands behind his back.
“If you borrowed the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace’s name because you feared Cheon Rim, be satisfied with the share you were receiving. Don’t lose everything by foolishly coveting the gold mine.”
“…You’re not ordinary. I never thought a mere bastard son like you would read this board.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t know. This board wasn’t originally aimed at you but at your ‘higher-ups’.”
The higher-ups mentioned here naturally referred to the Main Palace of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.
Su Gwang-ho certainly intended to kill Woon-hwi.
However, that was only because he was certain that ‘Seong Yang-ho’ was around Woon-hwi.
If Woon-hwi suffered fatal injuries, Seong Yang-ho would have no choice but to step forward.
And he would kill Su Gwang-ho in some way.
Su Gwang-ho was destined to die today from the beginning.
The higher-ups of the Martial Alliance wanted that. Certainly, as Song Ui-gyeong said, this was a move by higher-ups targeting higher-ups.
However.
“Such trivial matters aren’t even worth reaching our Palace Lord’s ears.”
“…What?”
“These are matters I can handle at my level. If Gun Mu-gyeol stepped forward directly, the story would be different, but it’s just the last descendant of the Zhuge who calls himself a shadow. I can handle him sufficiently at my level.”
Song Ui-gyeong let out a hollow laugh.
This… he thought this wasn’t simply a madman but someone with something else.
“Can you handle it?”
“Do you think I can’t?”
He couldn’t answer easily.
This level of cunning and action, and the broad vision to read the board.
The Seol Woon-hwi before his eyes seemed to have more value as a strategist than as a martial artist.
Perhaps that too might have been intentional.
“…I understand. I’ll withdraw for today…”
Song Ui-gyeong couldn’t continue his words.
Paaaaaaaang-!!
An air-rending sound that seemed to tear the sky echoed, and immediately after, with a series of thuds, ‘fifteen swords’ that fell from the sky surrounded Woon-hwi and Song Ui-gyeong.
Song Ui-gyeong, who had been trying to draw up his internal energy in an instant, froze in place, while Woon-hwi, as if he had expected this, simply did nothing.
Leisurely.
A man descended from the sky.
Long braided hair.
And a thin build.
A body about 6 feet and 3 inches tall.
It was Sim Mun-ryong.
At his appearance, all the martial artists of Bong Rae, including Song Ui-gyeong, stepped back at least two paces. Sim Mun-ryong looked at Song Ui-gyeong once, then at the martial artists behind him, and finally looked at Woon-hwi.
Then he did something that none of those present could have anticipated.
He knelt down on the spot and shouted.
“I greet Lord Hyeon Seol-rin!”
The sudden courtesy that appeared in that frivolous man confused everyone, but at least Woon-hwi said nothing.
He only stared at Sim Mun-ryong quietly.
Then Sim Mun-ryong shouted in a tone filled with determination.
“Just give me the order and I’ll chop off all those bastards’ heads and bring them to you.”
Manager Seong, who had belatedly descended from the sky, nearly stumbled.
That bastard… why is he suddenly acting like that.
Has he gone mad.
Woon-hwi, who had been quietly observing Sim Mun-ryong, turned his gaze to Song Ui-gyeong.
“Senior Song.”
“…Speak.”
“There is a proper time for everything. Do you agree?”
“…I agree.”
“In any case, you are not the one who made the moves. I think you should act befitting a go stone, as a go stone should.”
“…”
“When playing baduk, there are times when you deliberately leave the opponent’s territory alone without destroying it. Like now.”
“…”
“Later, there will be at least one opportunity to make the right judgment. When that time comes, judge well. Do you understand?”
Song Ui-gyeong, who had been looking at Woon-hwi silently, spoke briefly.
“…May I take the corpses?”
“Yes. Please take them.”
“…Good. If an opportunity to make the right judgment comes as you say, then I will surely make the right judgment.”
“I look forward to it.”
Song Ui-gyeong looked back and said.
“Gather the corpses.”
“…Sect Leader!”
“Hey! Didn’t I tell you to gather them!”
Since there were so many bodies, it didn’t take very long to collect the corpses.
As Song Ui-gyeong was about to leave like that, Woon-hwi’s voice reached him from behind.
“And Senior Song.”
Song Ui-gyeong turned his head.
“There’s one more thing you should keep in mind.”
“…What is it?”
“I am not the one you should resent for the deaths of Bong Rae’s martial artists today.”
The Bong Rae martial artists beside Song Ui-gyeong were about to flare up as if asking what kind of nonsense that was, but Song Ui-gyeong himself stopped them instead.
Song Ui-gyeong knew.
“If you want to blame the sword, you may do so. Then you’ll just become that kind of person.”
“…”
“If you want to become a better person, make sure to engrave today’s events deep in your heart.”
“…What are you trying to say?”
“It’s an extension of what I said earlier. There will definitely be an opportunity to make the right judgment later. At that time, this conversation from today should come to mind.”
“…It’s already coming to mind even now.”
“The people around you don’t seem to feel the same way, but I trust you’ll handle that well on your own.”
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