Survival Guide for the Reincarnated

Chapter 61

“The source is my knowledge and my insight.”

“If you can deduce the Flowing Cloud Mist Step of Cheongungak with just that, then you must be a peerless master.”

“Then I suppose I’m that peerless master.”

“...Are you truly saying you didn’t hear it from somewhere else?”

“Yes.”

“As a martial artist, I ask you — is that really the truth?”

Unwi took a step forward and spoke firmly.

“As a martial artist and as a man, I say to you — no, I did not.”

“...Then how is such a thing possible? You’re still at the Lotus Heart Stage...”

“Are you trying to strip me down to the last scrap of my secrets?”

Juchae let out a hollow laugh. After a moment of silent contemplation, he spoke in a low voice.

“...I feel a little more at ease.”

Juchae’s expression softened significantly.

But in the next instant, Unwi’s words made him °• N ???? v ???? l i g h t •° flinch.

“Are you really at ease?”

“...Yes. I am.”

Unwi smiled.

“That’s a relief.”

The awkward tension in the air dissipated in an instant.

Unwi had no intention of prolonging the conversation, and Juchae seemed to feel the same.

“I didn’t know. That we had a genius within Everlasting Snow Palace.”

For a brief moment, Unwi considered saying, “I’m not a genius,” but ultimately decided not to.

“The internal matters of the White Snow Phantom Corps are mine to handle. I’ll leave Seong Yangho in your care from now on.”

Juchae clasped his fists respectfully, and Unwi mirrored the gesture.

Juchae then glanced at Seong Yangho without a word, let out a slight chuckle, and turned away.

After Juchae’s departure, Seong Yangho approached Unwi with a grin.

“I knew it. I really did.”

“Seong Yangho.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“It’s time to go back.”

Seong Yangho’s grin widened. Then, as if a thought suddenly occurred to him, he asked,

“How did it go? The business you had?”

“It went well.”

It had really gone well.

“I also gained something significant.”

“A gain?”

“My father is truly extraordinary.”

Seong Yangho laughed.

“Of course he is. He’s the supreme ruler of Everlasting Snow Palace.”

****

“Extraordinary.”

The word slipped out without him realizing.

Alone in his office, Seol Jungcheon sat quietly, drawing in his internal energy.

His eyes turned a ghostly white, and everything within his office instantly froze over.

Then, with a slight chuckle, he retracted his power.

He had released it without thinking, and now the office was in ruins. But it didn’t matter.

He really didn’t care.

Five hours.

He had spent five hours talking with Unwi.

And in those five hours, the power of Everlasting Snow Palace had grown immeasurably stronger.

Blood Domain Imprisonment.

It was undeniably a secret martial art of the Central Blood Sect.

In this world, no one else had created anything remotely similar.

It was not something that could be easily observed and replicated.

A technique of that caliber was an intricate web, woven with advanced martial arts at a profound level.

If you altered one aspect, it would cause disruptions elsewhere, and those disruptions would spread like a virus throughout the entire structure.

Trying to modify something so interconnected?

That was far more difficult than creating a brand new martial art.

Unwi had accomplished that.

Though he had claimed to have worked “together” with Seol Jungcheon, in reality, Seol Jungcheon had only handled the superficial aspects. Unwi had addressed every crucial core.

“...A genius who sees another genius...”

In Seol Jungcheon’s eyes, Unwi was already a genius.

And yet, this genius had referred to the Heavenly Daoist, the Blood Sect’s master, as a genius.

Currently, Seol Jungcheon was hailed as the Ice Celestial Supreme within the Northern regions, but once he set foot in the Central Plains, the title “Supreme” would lose its weight.

The true Supreme of Murim was the Heavenly Daoist.

“...I have to work harder.”

He had been standing on the brink of the last stage of the Five Divine Martial Realms — Absolute Oneness — for more than ten years.

To surpass that final step, he had clung to the legend of Everlasting Snow Palace.

Now that he had grasped the essence of that legend, it was time to let go.

Unwi had said:

—Let’s

The ground caved in under her foot as she closed the gap between us in an instant.

Her sword, imbued with the essence of ice and snow, slashed down from above. It was one of the six sword techniques recorded in the Complete Compendium of Everlasting Snow.

I read the sword movement and predicted the next one.

There were two possible directions.

The direction her foot was angled and the shoulder muscle that tensed more.

And then, the direction her foot moved next.

The calculations completed in my head, I twisted my body to the side.

The sword sliced through the air, narrowly missing me.

Immediately, I took a step back, then a step to the right.

Her blade, which had been suspended midair, now slashed down in a sweeping arc, grazing past my forehead.

A simple sword technique, and the follow-up was easy to predict.

I stepped left just as —

Fwaaash!

The tip of her sword swept past my right ear.

“...What... the... hell?”

My sister’s sword stopped moving.

In her widened eyes, a clear reflection of my right hand could be seen — holding her sword firmly in place.