Murim Login - Chapter 314
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I stared blankly at the scene before me.
A wide room, completely devastated.
Two young men facing each other amidst the wreckage. No, three, including a middle-aged man whose face had turned pale.
“What is this scene?”
The conclusion came quickly.
What else could it be? It’s the same scene I’ve seen countless times before.
Bickering and fighting. At this point, it seems like a prerequisite for Murim warriors.
I muttered, having grasped the general situation.
“Wow, you’ve prepared quite a feast.”
Baek Mu-Seong, who had quietly lowered his sword, forced an awkward smile.
“You’ve arrived.”
“I came because you asked, but I want to leave right away.”
“It’s been a while. But where are the others?”
His eyes scanned behind me. He wasn’t looking for Gung Gi-Bang or Hyuk Mu-Jin, but undoubtedly for someone like his master.
However, Cheong-Pung and the rest of the Bermuda Triangle had already disappeared without a trace.
‘They were following me quietly, I thought.’
Please, don’t cause any trouble.
I rubbed my forehead and replied.
The Bermuda Trio could be set aside for now; the immediate issue was right in front of me.
“Is this a common occurrence? Is causing trouble a trademark of the Hwasan Sect?”
“Well, there was a minor issue…”
“You don’t need to explain. It’s obvious just by looking.”
I inwardly clicked my tongue and glanced at the young man facing Baek Mu-Seong.
Sharp eyes and a prominent jaw. Unlike the handsome latecomers I’ve encountered in this neighborhood so far, this guy was quite ugly, making me feel oddly familiar.
“Hello.”
You can’t spit on a smiling face.
The guy responded to my friendly greeting.
“Get lost. This isn’t a place for a bum like you.”
I asked Baek Mu-Seong.
“Baek Sohyeop, who the hell is this jerk?”
“This is Hyuk So-Pyeong, known as the Brilliant Dragon.”
“This guy is a dragon too? Why are there so many dragons around here?”
“In the martial world, he’s known as the top talent of the Jongnam Sect and one of the Ten Dragons.”
“He looks like a worm.”
The fact that this ugly guy had a bad personality made me twice as annoyed.
At my muttering, Hyuk So-Pyeong’s eyes narrowed upwards.
“What the hell did you just say…”
“I’m better than a dog like you. And think carefully before swinging that sword. This is the biggest crisis of your life.”
Hyuk So-Pyeong’s hand twitched. He slowly lowered the sword that had been subtly moving towards me, glaring at me with fierce eyes.
“You’re not ordinary.”
“Yeah, I’m quite extraordinary.”
“I thought you were just a leather peddler… But indeed, the Hwasan Sect wouldn’t deal with someone like that.”
“Unlike you, Baek Sohyeop deals with everyone. And look at these beautiful muscles. Do you think these muscles come from just selling leather?”
It was true that I looked shabby at the moment.
After seven days and nights without stopping at an inn, my hair was greasy, and my once-clean martial arts uniform was covered in dust.
Moreover, I was carrying a leather backpack stuffed with things. Inside it, the small frame of Jeok Cheon-Gang was hidden.
‘Even beyond my appearance, I do smell a bit.
It’s about time to clean up.’
As I sniffed at my uniform, Hyuk So-Pyeong glared at me.
“Stop that nonsense and state your sect and name.”
“Oh, come on. Every time, it’s always about the sect. Aren’t you tired of it?”
“One thing is for sure. If you’re not from the Nine Great Schools or the Five Noble Families, you won’t walk out of here unscathed.”
“Really?”
I pretended to shiver.
“What should I do? My sect isn’t part of the Nine Great Schools or the Five Noble Families. Can’t you just let me walk out of here?”
“Remember that your foolish words have put you and your sect in danger.”
“It’s true that my sect is in a bit of a crisis right now. Including me, there are only two people in it.”
“Two?”
“Yes, just me and my master. That’s it.”
Hyuk So-Pyeong sneered and turned to Baek Mu-Seong.
“You must have a lot of free time to deal with such third-rate sect scum. Wouldn’t it be better to spend that time training in martial arts?”
“Well. I think there’s a significant fallacy in what you just said.”
Baek Mu-Seong spoke with a gentle smile.
“First, Jin Sohyeop’s sect is not third-rate, and he is not scum.
Second, you are a level below me.
That has been the unchanging fact since the day we first met until now.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said you are a level below me. Judging by your drunken rampage, I don’t think that will change in the future either.”
Though he smiled, his eyes did not.
Baek Mu-Seong’s gaze held something beyond martial prowess—a natural aura or dignity. Hyuk So-Pyeong, despite grinding his teeth, couldn’t dare to refute, likely for that reason.
‘And people like him always resort to physical means when at a loss for words.’
Just like now.
The moment his sword tip trembled, I abruptly spoke.
“I think I warned you. Be careful when you swing that sword.”
Slash.
Hyuk So-Pyeong turned his head towards me with a murderous glare.
“You?”
“I’m not picky, but be thankful you’re a disciple of the Jongnam Sect. Otherwise, you’d already be carried out of here.”
A dark cloud called Amcheon was approaching.
In a time when the Murim should be united to confront it, having a dispute with the Jongnam Sect was not wise.
‘Though it seems a bit too late.’
I already had a bad history with the Jongnam Sect.
The Jongnam Three Masters and the Furious Sword Saint.
‘A year ago, Elder Noya beat him up and drove him out.’
The Furious Sword Saint wasn’t just an ordinary nameless martial artist; he was an elder of the Jongnam Sect and the senior brother of its sect leader, the Sword King Feng Yun-Jian. The impact was significant.
I heard that later, the Furious Sword Saint went into seclusion for some reason, and the Jongnam Three Masters were slapped by the sect leader.
‘At this point, it’s already a great bad relationship.
No need to escalate it further.’
The smell of oil Jeok Cheon-Gang had poured on the Jongnam Sect hadn’t even dissipated yet. Lighting it up was not what I wanted.
Especially when Jeok Cheon-Gang was still unconscious.
“So, quietly sheath your sword and go your way, okay?”
Good, well done. This is how one matures.
I wanted to commend myself for my calm handling of the situation. However, Hyuk So-Pyeong had a different opinion.
His eyes flashed with anger as he gritted his teeth.
“Let’s see if your skills match your mouth.”
Swish!
Hyuk So-Pyeong’s sword slashed through the air with dazzling speed.
Simultaneously, a net of sword energy closed in. It was the same martial art I had seen in the hands of the Furious Sword Saint Song Il a year ago.
“The Thirty-Six Swords of Heaven.”
A signature technique of the Jongnam Sect.
Jeok Cheon-Gang had said that at its peak, the Thirty-Six Swords could fill the entire sky with sword energy with a single swing.
But.
“You know what?”
Fwoosh!
Blazing Flame Road. A secret technique of the Yeolhwa Gate, passed down for hundreds of years, burst into flames.
The net of sword energy was torn apart, and I reached my target without hesitation. I stared into Hyuk So-Pyeong’s eyes and whispered.
“You and I are on different levels.”
Slash
Whack!
I grabbed Hyuk So-Pyeong’s wrist, which was about to redirect his sword. The sound of his flesh burning under my extreme yang energy echoed.
“Argh!”
A single scream.
His sword slipped from his grasp with a metallic clatter as it hit the ground. And before that, my palm landed on his cheek.
Slap!
Once more.
Slap!
And again.
Slap!
Hyuk So-Pyeong’s body staggered from the three quick slaps.
Even without using internal energy, my physical abilities had long surpassed human limits.
His eyes were already dazed, half-unfocused.
“What did you say earlier? Let’s see if your skills match your mouth?”
“Hee, hee…”
“Kid, if you’re from the Jongnam Sect, I’m from the Physical Sect.
Next time, watch where you step before you lay down, okay?”
Tap.
When I tapped his cheek, Hyuk So-Pyeong, who hadn’t regained his composure, finally focused his eyes.
“How could someone handle the Thirty-Six Swords of Heaven so easily…”
“You only mastered seven stars? No wonder it was so pathetic. Come back after mastering at least nine stars. Although the result will be the same since I’ve experienced it before.”
“You’ve faced the Nine Stars of the Thirty-Six Swords?”
“Yes, and I dodged it.”
“That’s impossible! Fewer than five people in our sect have mastered it!”
“I faced one of those five. I heard he’s one of the top three masters in Jongnam.”
I chuckled and continued.
“The Furious Sword Saint Song Il. I wonder how he’s doing lately. He didn’t look too well after being humiliated and driven out last year.”
That was enough.
Hyuk So-Pyeong, a true disciple of Jongnam, known as the greatest talent of the sect, knew about the internal rumors. His bloodshot eyes widened as his body trembled.
“So, are you saying…”
“As for the sect I mentioned earlier, it’s all true. Not one of the Nine Great Schools or the Five Noble Families, and our sect consists of just my master and me.
It’s a one-man transmission, and it’s extremely strict.”
“Yeolhwa Gate…”
“Yes, just the two of us!”
“Mountain Hermit Jin Taekyung!”
“Jin Taekyung! That’s right!”
I tugged on his collar, bringing him close as I shouted, and his face turned ashen.
Watching his expression with amusement, I brushed off the collar I had grabbed.
“You know our master’s temper, right? Let’s end this without making each other uncomfortable.
Let’s keep it a secret forever.”
“That’s strange. There’s no response. Maybe ten slaps will do the trick.”
Swish.
When I raised my hand again, Hyuk So-Pyeong flinched reflexively and gritted his teeth.
“I… got it.”
“What? What did you say? I can’t hear you well.”
“I said I got it.”
“Good. Now be careful on your way out. We won’t be far behind.”
Crunch,
I heard the sound of bones creaking as Hyuk So-Pyeong clenched his fists with all his might.
Finally, after glaring at me, Baek Mu-Seong, and the unknown middle-aged man, he stepped out of the room.
“Ten years ago, at the Hwagong Competition, I met a boy who reminded me of him.”
Swish.
“Farewell, So-Pyeong.”
Baek Mu-Seong’s calm voice suddenly stopped Hyuk So-Pyeong in his tracks for a moment before he left the room.
As his footsteps faded away, another set of footsteps quietly approached.
“Wow.”
Someone gasped at my words.
Soon, Cheong-Pung, with cheeks puffed like a squirrel, poked his head out, swallowed the food in his mouth, and sheepishly bowed to Baek Mu-Seong.
“Sorry about last time, Baek Sajil…”
Suddenly, a story came to mind. A year ago, Cheong-Pung, who had been escorted to the Hwasan Sect, had beaten up Baek Mu-Seong and the Plum Blossom Trio and escaped.
‘An encounter between the perpetrator and the victim.’
That guy is definitely guilty.