Survival Guide for the Reincarnated
Chapter 74

“....”

“I believe not recognizing a favor as a favor is the same as showing your true colors. My proposal is simple. I’ll bury the matter from six years ago and allow the black market in Cheongsu Village to continue. In exchange, you’ll give me thirty percent of the profits.”

Yoo Hanrim, who had been staring at me, let out a small chuckle.

“I can’t agree to that.”

“Can’t?” I asked.

“Yes. Do you even know how much the profits from this black market are? How can eight hundred silver taels turn into thousands, even tens of thousands?”

At this, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t merchants know that?”

“...What do you mean?”

“The value of goods is not determined by the buyer, but by the seller.”

“...”

“That eight hundred silver taels, over the course of six years, will transform however I choose. And unfortunately, time doesn’t run on a set price.”

“You can’t do it, so it’s not happening. We have no ties to Everlasting Snow Palace. And we have no intention of sharing any profits. Not a single coin.”

I closed my mouth. His boldness meant there was more behind this than just a simple refusal.

I had an idea of what it might be.

“So, Shinsamgok has been tempting you, huh?”

“...”

“Did the higher-ups order you to distance yourselves from Everlasting Snow Palace?”

Yoo Hanrim shrugged his shoulders.

That was as good as a confirmation.

This was enough.

“You were just a discarded pawn.”

At that, Yoo Hanrim furrowed his brow.

“...A discarded pawn? Are you talking about me?”

“The group that helped the Four Great Sects of Yangnyeong seize those mines—it was you, wasn’t it?”

“...I won’t answer that.”

I smiled faintly.

“So, it was a gift.”

“...You keep saying strange things. Leave now. And don’t ever ask us for tribute again.”

“Ask for tribute...? Is that what you call it? You build and profit off land I control, without paying a single tax, and yet you talk about asking... such determination to remain so certain.”

“Yes, we’re certain.”

“But do you know something?”

“What’s that?”

“Whether or not you distance yourselves from Everlasting Snow Palace, that’s no longer important.”

“...What do you mean by that? Everyone knows you’re blood-related to Everlasting Snow Palace, Branch Lord.”

“You’re not dealing with Everlasting Snow Palace. You’re dealing with me—Seol Unwi.”

“...What?”

“And, just out of curiosity, if I kill you, who will come after me?”

“...”

“Don’t know?”

“...Please... don’t. We’re Tianlin. No matter what, even if it’s Everlasting Snow Palace... you don’t just touch Tianlin.”

I reached out and grabbed Yoo Hanrim’s neck.

“Didn’t I tell you? You’re not up against Everlasting Snow Palace. You’re up against me, Seol Unwi.”

I tightened my grip.

“Consider this a request: I’d like you to become a ghost.”

I was completely serious.

“Become a ghost, and watch how Tianlin fares from now on.”

“L-let go... Let go... If you cut ties with Tianlin, things will get difficult for you!!”

I tightened my grip even further.

Crack.

His neck snapped.

After tossing his body aside, I spoke briefly.

“Kill them all.”

“Understood!”

With that, the three men—excluding Ju Soa—charged forward, and in an instant, the air was thick with blood.

Ju Soa stared at me in disbelief.

“What’s going on? You’re not going to kill them?”

“...You’re really doing this with a clear mind?”

“Do I look crazy to you?”

“Tianlin... You’re going to touch Tianlin?”

I spoke briefly.

“This is the martial world.”

“...”

“A martial artist fights with more than just words.”

Ju Soa swallowed nervously.

This man... he might truly be insane.

“Do it quickly and go finish them off.”

“...Yes.”

Ju Soa drew her sword and started toward Tak Geuk, but I stopped her with a short command.

“No.”

“...Pardon?”

“Not him.”

I turned my gaze to Tak Geuk.

He didn’t even flinch when Yoo Hanrim died. And despite the warriors of Root Heaven Stage being killed one by one, he made no move.

His eyes were fixed on me.

“I’ll take care of him.”

“...But he’s at the Five Banners Form.”

“So?”

“...”

“Take care of the Three Flowers Gathering Purity warriors.”

“...This is madness.”

“Go.”

Ju Soa sighed but reluctantly began walking toward the others.

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“....”

“I think not recognizing a favor for what it is is like /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ showing your true colors. My proposal is simple. I’ll bury the events from six years ago and turn a blind eye to the black market operating here in Cheongsu Village. In return, you’ll give me thirty percent of the profits.”

Yoo Hanrim, who had been looking at me, let out a small laugh.

“I can’t agree to that.”

“Can’t?” I asked.

“Yes. Do you even know how much profit the black market here makes? How can eight hundred silver taels turn into thousands, even tens of thousands?”

At that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t merchants know that?”

“...What do you mean?”

“The value of goods is not determined by the buyer, but by the seller.”

“...”

“Those eight hundred silver taels, over the course of six years, will transform however I choose. Unfortunately, time doesn’t run on a set price.”

“You can’t do it, so it’s not happening. We have no ties to Everlasting Snow Palace. And we have no intention of sharing any profits. Not a single coin.”

I closed my mouth. His boldness meant there was more behind this than just a simple refusal.

I had a hunch of what it might be.

“So, Shinsamgok has been tempting you, huh?”

“...”

“Did the higher-ups order you to distance yourselves from Everlasting Snow Palace?”

Yoo Hanrim shrugged his shoulders.

That was as good as a confirmation.

This was enough.

“You were just a discarded pawn.”

At that, Yoo Hanrim furrowed his brow.

“...A discarded pawn? Are you talking about me?”

“The group that helped the Four Great Sects of Yangnyeong seize those mines—it was you, wasn’t it?”

“...I won’t answer that.”

I smiled faintly.

“So, it was a gift.”

“...You keep saying strange things. Leave now. And don’t ever ask us for tribute again.”

“Ask for tribute...? Is that what you call it? You build and profit off land I control, without paying a single tax, and yet you talk about asking... such determination to remain so certain.”

“Yes, we’re certain.”

“But do you know something?”

“What’s that?”

“Whether or not you distance yourselves from Everlasting Snow Palace, that’s no longer important.”

“...What do you mean by that? Everyone knows you’re blood-related to Everlasting Snow Palace, Branch Lord.”

“You’re not dealing with Everlasting Snow Palace. You’re dealing with me—Seol Unwi.”

“...What?”

“And, just out of curiosity, if I kill you, who will come after me?”

“...”

“Don’t know?”

“...Please... don’t. We’re Tianlin. No matter what, even if it’s Everlasting Snow Palace... you don’t just touch Tianlin.”

I reached out and grabbed Yoo Hanrim’s neck.

“Didn’t I tell you? You’re not up against Everlasting Snow Palace. You’re up against me, Seol Unwi.”

I tightened my grip.

“Consider this a request: I’d like you to become a ghost.”

I was completely serious.

“Become a ghost, and watch how Tianlin fares from now on.”

“L-let go... Let go... If you cut ties with Tianlin, things will get difficult for you!!”

I tightened my grip even further.

Crack.

His neck snapped.

After tossing his body aside, I spoke briefly.

“Kill them all.”

“Understood!”

With that, the three men—excluding Ju Soa—charged forward, and in an instant, the air was thick with blood.

Ju Soa stared at me in disbelief.

“What’s going on? You’re not going to kill them?”

“...You’re really doing this with a clear mind?”

“Do I look crazy to you?”

“Tianlin... You’re going to touch Tianlin?”

I spoke briefly.

“This is the martial world.”

“...”

“A martial artist fights with more than just words.”

Ju Soa swallowed nervously.

This man... he might truly be insane.

“Do it quickly and go finish them off.”

“...Yes.”

Ju Soa drew her sword and started toward Tak Geuk, but I stopped her with a short command.

“No.”

“...Pardon?”

“Not him.”

I turned my gaze to Tak Geuk.

He didn’t even flinch when Yoo Hanrim died. And despite the warriors of Root Heaven Stage being killed one by one, he made no move.

His eyes were fixed on me.

“I’ll take care of him.”

“...But he’s at the Five Banners Form.”

“So?”

“...”

“Take care of the Three Flowers Gathering Purity warriors.”

“...This is madness.”

“Go.”

Ju Soa sighed but reluctantly began walking toward the others.

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