Survival Guide for the Reincarnated-Chapter 14

Seol Unwi still didn’t answer.

Whether it was fear or confusion—no one could say ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) for sure.

All that mattered to Frozen Snow Sword Scar was that Seol Unwi had finally shut his mouth.

With a silent pat on Seol Unwi’s shoulder, Frozen Snow Sword Scar walked past him.

He was returning to Yangnyeong.

In the place he left behind, a heavy silence settled.

Within that silence, Seol Unwi’s lips began to twitch—

“Ha... Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—!!”

A crazed laugh burst forth.

It was strange.

Seol Unwi was genuinely laughing as if he found something utterly hilarious, clutching his stomach from laughter—

while everyone else watching him was the one getting frightened instead.

Among them was someone who looked genuinely concerned.

Inspector Seong.

He quietly approached Seol Unwi.

He had words prepared in his mind.

That things in this world don’t always go your way,

that sometimes hardships like this come, and you have to retreat,

that under the circumstances, this was a decent outcome.

That Frozen Snow Sword Scar showing up to issue a personal warning meant he intended to bury everything that had happened up to this point—so best to think of it positively.

But none of that mattered.

Seol Unwi had already made up his mind.

The laughter cut off, just like that.

“Inspector Seong.”

“...Y-Yes... sir?”

“Isn’t it funny?”

“...What is... sir?”

“Being alive.”

“...”

“I never knew it could be this entertaining.”

“...Are you alright?”

“Of course I am.”

Seol Unwi patted Inspector Seong on the shoulder instead, then turned away.

“Where are you going?”

Without even glancing back, Seol Unwi gave a curt reply.

“There’s something I left behind.”

Inspector Seong didn’t ask any further.

Because Seol Unwi’s face, as he walked away, was far too cold.

He hadn’t said anything—yet Seong flinched.

He had never seen an expression like that.

Not from Seol Unwi. Not from anyone.

****

Lee Jichang was walking.

Seolap was small. So small, he didn’t even want to stay there.

He looked around.

A blizzard was raging.

This is why no one lived in the snow mountains.

This fickle weather was enough to drive anyone insane... If someone claimed to enjoy this, they weren’t just crazy—

they were the definition of crazy.

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Tch.

Clicking his tongue, Lee Jichang walked with his hands clasped behind his back.

A blizzard like this couldn’t threaten someone at the level of Samhwa Meditation Hall.

And yet—something felt off.

Why is it... so quiet?

Lee Jichang stopped walking and looked straight ahead.

Through the whirling snowstorm, he could see someone.

About six cheok tall.

Not exactly small, but not bulky either. A well-balanced build—

a man.

The clothes he wore were clearly made from white tiger pelt—

White Tiger Heavenly Garment, worn only by the bloodline of the Everlasting Snow Palace.

It was absurd.

He had clearly departed first.

So how the hell was that bastard standing there?

“Senior. You’re a bit late.”

“...Was there a shortcut?”

“Yes.”

“You even know of such routes, huh.”

“I’ve lived in Seolap for quite some time. You think I wouldn’t know at least one shortcut?”

He laughed.

“So then, why are you standing there? I already said all I had to say earlier.

Surely you're not here to beg for forgiveness now, are you?”

“Forgiveness... Why, do you want me to beg?”

“If you did, I’d accept it. Like I said earlier—

Even though you’re a bastard son, you’re clearly more useful than Yawoon Sang.

You’ve got no real backing, that’s true,

but you're still of the Everlasting Snow Palace bloodline,

so taking you under me wouldn’t be such a bad move for the Juryung Sword Sect—or for me.”

A smile curled at the corner of Seol Unwi’s lips.

“I have no intention of apologizing. Never have.”

“Then why are you here?”

“There’s something you left behind.”

“Me? What?”

“Yes. That thing on your shoulder. I’m going to have to take it.”

There’s only one thing on a person’s shoulder.

The neck.

“Ha... Hahahahahaha! You really have lost your damn mind.”

“Do I look it?”

“A brat stuck at Yang Radiance Appears dares to threaten someone’s neck...”

Lee Jichang couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes widened.

The straight line of the blizzard vanished in an instant.

And in that same instant, Seol Unwi had closed the distance.

From his eyes, a red glow poured forth.

And then—

Those eyes filled with murderous intent, enough to make one’s skin crawl.

It was horrifying.

The phenomenon unfolding right before his eyes.

This was... something he’d heard of.

A technique said to be taught only to the Leader, Vice Leader, and Heir of the Central Blood Sect.

The sect’s ultimate martial art.

Blood Domain Encirclement.

A divine-level martial art where condensed blood energy creates Blood Eyes that dominate the surrounding aura.

Seol Unwi’s crimson-stained palm—

CRAAACK—!!

—smashed into Lee Jichang’s solar plexus with brutal force.

Staggering backward, Lee Jichang coughed up blood.

His eyes were trembling wildly.

He knew this martial art too.

“Bloodflame Palm Flesh...?

You... you're one of those demonic bastards...!”

Again, he couldn’t finish.

A shadow fell across Lee Jichang’s face.

WHAM—!

Seol Unwi’s heel struck the side of Lee Jichang’s head like a whip.

He was sent flying, crashing through two trees before being buried in a heap of snow.

Seol Unwi landed on the ground, Blood Eyes blazing.

****

The Central Blood Sect would go on to become the greatest sect in all of Zhongyuan,

but even at this very moment, it was already near the top.

The word “greatest” is a fair and absolute measure.

There are dozens of organizations in the martial world.

The Martial Alliance, the Heavenly Will Alliance, the Sichuan Alliance.

Even groups like the Five Great Sword Clans and the External Four Families.

Whether it’s a massive alliance of dozens or hundreds of sects like the Martial Alliance,

or a single organization—

“Greatest” is a word that only applies when something is truly the greatest.

At this moment, the most powerful organization is the Martial Alliance,

and the only one capable of standing against it alone is the Central Blood Sect.

By anyone’s standards, it’s close to the top.

Of course, the Central Blood Sect also had sub-branches.

Five in total.

In the future, they would bring every group under their feet.

They would establish the Blood Sect’s Rule Over the World—naturally so.

So, how exactly did they accomplish that?

Let me make it clear—my contribution was significant.

So significant, in fact, that the Blood Sect Leader created a position just for me:

the one and only seat of Blood Heaven’s Middle Pillar.

I had access to the sect leader’s martial arts and scriptures,

and learned every core essence of the sect during that time.

I drew up False-True Vital Qi.

It was no bigger than a grain of dust,

but it immediately began to break apart and take on a blood-colored hue.

This is Blood Qi.

I focused.

The ultimate body technique that can only be executed with Blood Qi—

Blood Demon Vaulting Heaven Technique.

One of the reasons the Blood Sect Leader was hailed as the Strongest Under Heaven.

It is composed of five stages,

and throughout the history of the Central Blood Sect,

only the current sect leader had ever reached the final, fifth stage.

Thoom—

The tremor that started in my lower dantian echoed throughout my entire body.

The Blood Qi surged upward,

spreading across every inch of my flesh.

First Gate – Blood Gate Breathing.

The constraints that bound my physical body melted away.

Still not enough.

Soon, the Blood Qi enveloping my body began to leak outside.

Blood-colored mist rose from my skin.

Second Gate – Blood Body Transformation.

I swung my arm.

CRAAACK—!!

Lee Jichang, who had rushed in and struck with his sword,

was thrown back as it bounced away.

That trembling in his eyes—

that was unmistakably fear.

I stomped the ground.

My body shot forward. At the same time, I extended my left arm and grabbed Lee Jichang by the throat.

I’ll say it again—

Samhwa Meditation Hall may be a high level within the Refined Qi Realm,

but it’s not a level reserved for the strongest of the strong.

Not enough to crawl before me.

I tightened my grip, staring into Lee Jichang’s eyes, now flooded with terror.

****

He panicked.

Lee Jichang felt Seol Unwi’s grip tightening around his throat.

He immediately struck at his wrist and leapt back to gain distance.

A fear he couldn’t even describe surged up inside.

In that instant, he pulled up his Innate Vital Qi.

Had he not done so, his neck would have been crushed.

It was unbelievable.

Lee Jichang wasn’t inexperienced—not in the slightest.

If anything, his experience was extensive.

Yet even he had never seen such a thing before—

only heard of it in legend.

The Central Blood Sect.

Even just hearing that name struck fear into people.

And this was one of the martial arts used only by the top three within that demonic sect.

How the hell was that bastard using it?

“This... this doesn’t make any sense...”

He drew the sword at his waist.

He had to kill him.

No—if not kill, then at least knock him out and bring him back.

Interrogate him.

But—

Could he kill him?

Could he even knock him out?

Could he interrogate him...?

Who would he even bring him to? To whom, exactly?

This was no longer about man versus man.

It was organization versus organization.

And in his mind, so used to calculating political capital and power behind the scenes,

Lee Jichang still hadn’t realized—

He fundamentally misunderstood what separated him from Seol Unwi.

Gritting his teeth, he struck with his sword.

His hand trembled, but the direction was accurate.

Seol Unwi tilted his body, letting the blade miss and strike the ground.

“The tip of your sword is shaking.”

Lee Jichang retrieved it and swung again, teeth clenched.

Seol Unwi didn’t dodge.

He faced it directly, body upright.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce between Seol Unwi’s brows—

He turned his head slightly.

The blade skimmed past his face.

And then—

CRAAACK—!!

The back of Seol Unwi’s hand smashed into Lee Jichang’s solar plexus.

Skidding backward, Lee Jichang coughed up blood and lifted his head.

Impossible.

He couldn’t understand what was happening.

It felt like every piece of martial logic he had built over decades was crumbling.

“You... what the hell are you...?”

Lee Jichang’s voice trembled.

The shaking in his sword arm had spread to his voice—

and now to his neck.

Even his face had gone pale.

This—

He had no idea how to explain it.

What the hell was that thing in front of him?

That idiot Seol Unwi? That bastard son? No.

What stood before him now was like a transcendent being,

a sage descended from the heavens—something untouchable.

Seol Unwi walked forward silently.

His steps barely touched the ground,

as if he were walking on clouds.

The pulse of life forged from Blood Qi filled the air.

“Aren’t you curious?”

At Seol Unwi’s calm, echoing voice, Lee Jichang swallowed hard.

“What happens when the one closest to being Strongest Under Heaven

wakes up one morning as a seventeen-year-old?”

The raging blizzard isolated the two of them from the outside world.

With narrowed eyes, Lee Jichang looked at Seol Unwi.

Seol Unwi spoke slowly.

“Senior, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it.

To have mastered all the martial arts in the world,

to hold the principles of heaven and earth in the palm of your hand...

You’ve only ever watched that height from afar.”