Murim Login - Chapter 333
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“Master Musong Sunhwa, could you please wait for a moment?”
I wanted to applaud the owner of the voice. Think about it, who could say such a thing in this atmosphere? Especially when the person they were addressing was the leader who had just fed fifty bandits to the fish in the past five minutes. But who was it?
‘Given that they addressed him as “Master,” they’re obviously not one of us.’
His subordinates referred to Musong with titles like “chief” or “leader,” so they’re out. No one from my group, including myself, had spoken, so it’s not us either. That leaves…
‘The passengers who were attacked by the bandits.’
Everyone present seemed to have the same thought. Me and my companions, and even the bandits from Suryongche. All heads turned in one direction, towards the twenty passengers who had moved to the swift ship when their vessel was attacked by Hwang Taegu.
“Who is it? Step forward.”
Musong’s subordinates hastily made way for someone at the end of the path.
“It’s me.”
I had somewhat expected it from the voice, but he was quite young. No, he even looked boyish.
‘At most, he’s around twenty?’
He looked more like a boy than a young man, and he seemed flustered by the attention as he awkwardly clasped his hands.
“I am Mun Gyeong.”
“Mun Gyeong?”
Musong frowned.
“That’s an unfamiliar name. You don’t seem to be a Murim warrior either.”
Musong’s insight was accurate. The aura Mun Gyeong emitted was that of an ordinary commoner, no more, no less.
Mun Gyeong swallowed nervously under our scrutiny and responded.
“Yes, that’s correct. I am merely a trainee doctor with no connection to Murim.”
“A trainee doctor? Yet you know of me?”
“Who wouldn’t know of the righteous ferryman who strictly controls life and death along the Yangtze River in Sichuan?”
What flattery. Musong, who had suddenly become the righteous ferryman controlling the Sichuan river instead of a bandit leader extorting tolls, twitched his lips.
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Treasure comes and goes, but life is singular. Those who know how many lives were lost in the Yangtze River until a few years ago call Master Musong the Hero of Compassion and Righteousness.”
“Hmph, Hero of Compassion and Righteousness, huh. Being the hero of the Yangtze is enough for me.”
As if. Musong might have some principles, but he’s still a bandit. Just because he limits his hooliganism doesn’t make him a model citizen. But it seemed the young doctor had a different view.
“My parents were tragically killed in the Yangtze River over ten years ago. If it weren’t for Master Musong, I would have met the same fate.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. But if it was over ten years ago, then…”
“That’s right.”
Mun Gyeong continued in a trembling voice.
“The man kneeling before you is the one responsible for my parents’ deaths.”
“Hmm.”
The bandits and passengers, engrossed in Mun Gyeong’s story, let out sighs. Musong, nodding as if he understood, spoke up.
“I see now why you asked me to stop. Although it goes against our code, I understand your feelings, so I will give you a chance.”
“Are you saying you will give me the right to decide his fate?”
“Of course.”
However, Mun Gyeong’s response took everyone, including me, by surprise.
“Then, please spare him.”
Musong, who had been about to hand over his spear, and Hwang Taegu, who had resigned himself to his fate, both stared at Mun Gyeong in shock.
“W-what did you say?”
Mun Gyeong bowed to the stunned Musong.
“Though I deeply wish to avenge my parents, I am a doctor. How can someone who deals with life bring about death? I only ask that you disable his martial arts and punish him according to the law so that he can never commit evil again.”
“If we follow your wish, he will be taken to the main camp of our clan. He deserves death, but he might survive with the connections he has spread. Wouldn’t it be better to take your revenge here?”
“Even though I have no ties to Murim, I know that losing one’s martial arts is akin to death for a Murim warrior. Though I haven’t killed him, isn’t it as good as killing him? Furthermore…”
Mun Gyeong’s clear eyes stared at Hwang Taegu.
“This isn’t just personal revenge; it’s for the greater good. If the Yangtze River Clan punishes him, it will serve as a warning to others who commit such atrocities.”
Mun Gyeong’s composed voice no longer trembled, and his words carried a power that made everyone nod in agreement. The onlookers began to murmur their approval.
“Wow, what an impressive young man.”
“If it were me, I would have driven the spear into his chest immediately.”
“He’s remarkable in many ways. He’ll make a great doctor.”
Musong, too, seemed deeply impressed by the boy’s clear reasoning. Nodding appreciatively, he stood before Hwang Taegu.
“You must have heard all that. What do you think?”
“I will definitely survive and tear you all to pieces.”
The murderous intent in Hwang Taegu’s eyes didn’t last long.
Thwack!
“Ugh!”
Musong’s kick landed on Hwang Taegu’s dantian, the energy center below his navel.
Musong looked down coldly at Hwang Taegu, who spat blood and collapsed.
“Try surviving and carrying out your threat. With your dantian shattered, you won’t be truly alive even if you survive.”
With a sinister cracking sound, Musong’s foot struck Hwang Taegu’s dantian again.
Whoosh. Crack!
“No, no! It can’t be!”
By the time Hwang Taegu’s scream echoed emptily, it was all over. I could feel the energy leaking from his shattered dantian dissipate into the air.
When a cup holding water breaks, the water spills out. With his Qi Sea Acupoint damaged, the energy stored in his dantian was gone.
“I will kill you all, definitely!”
The formidable master who once controlled the Yangtze River with numerous ships was no more. Now, Hwang Taegu was just a powerless middle-aged man in his fifties, stiffened by Musong’s acupoint strike.
“He’s too noisy. Lock him up somewhere until we can take him to the main camp.”
“Yes, sir.”
As one of the bandits, resembling a Dugtrio with his bronze bald head, carried Hwang Taegu away, the situation came to an end. Musong scratched the back of his head as he surveyed the crowd.
“I apologize for the unpleasant scene. I extend my heartfelt apologies to those who have suffered due to this incident.”
A good bandit eliminating a bad one, huh? Regardless, the commoners who had been saved by the Suryongche’s intervention bowed deeply.
“Oh, no, sir. We would have surely died without the heroes of the Yangtze.”
“How can we ever repay this kindness…”
“With not a single death among us, thanks to the protection of the Original Heaven, please do not worry yourself.”
Wait, no one died?
I glanced over the passengers at someone’s remark.
‘It’s true.’
Although many were injured, there were no corpses. Even though Musong and I had arrived before the full-scale melee began, there had been arrows and spears shot from a distance…
‘How did only twenty commoners survive?’
The question that arose in my mind was soon answered.
“If it weren’t for that young doctor, we might have all perished.”
“Indeed. How could he remain so calm in such a situation… He truly is remarkable.”
The conversations I overheard painted a clear picture. When the passengers saw the approaching bandits and panicked, Mun Gyeong took charge, tearing up the deck for shields and breaking the mast.
‘Tearing up the deck is one thing, but breaking the mast?’
Normally, people would think of rowing desperately to escape, but Mun Gyeong was different. He broke the mast, allowing the ship to be at the mercy of the Yangtze River’s turbulent waters.
‘And it worked.’
I have a general idea of how naval battles work. Typically, it involves long-range attacks followed by ramming the ship or boarding for hand-to-hand combat. But if the target is spinning and shaking uncontrollably, it’s hard to seize the opportunity. Mun Gyeong bought time that way.
‘Huh, this kid.’
His handling of Hwang Taegu’s fate was also impressive. He was no ordinary bright child.
Noticing my gaze, Mun Gyeong, who had been smiling shyly at the praise directed at him, flinched.
“Is there something you need, young master?”
“Need? No, I was just thinking it’s impressive how someone your age did such great things.”
“You flatter me.”
“From what I’ve heard, you were quite bold. How did you come up with those ideas?”
“Though I am on the path of a doctor now, I read many miscellaneous books before my parents passed.”
“Miscellaneous books?”
“Yes. Despite appearances, my family comes from a humble martial lineage. My grandfather was a military officer in the royal court.”
Trying to hide a slight sense of pride and mild wariness towards strangers, Mun Gyeong seemed no different from any other boy his age. Yet, something felt off.
I carefully examined Mun Gyeong and muttered to myself.
‘Use skill: Sense Skill’
[Ding.]
With the familiar ringing sound, information about the boy appeared before me in the air.
[Lv. 6 Mun Gyeong]
“I was wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. Stay healthy and continue to grow well.”
“Y-yes, sir…”
Slightly perplexed by my words, Mun Gyeong watched as I turned my back on him. At that moment, Musong, who had been observing, casually spoke to me.
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing significant. I was just personally intrigued.”
“Junior, do you perhaps enjoy male company?”
This bastard…
Seeing my expression, he cleared his throat and changed the subject.
“Hmm, in any case, let’s continue on our way. Though the water is rough, the wind is favorable, so we should reach the western bank quickly.”
“And what about the others? The boat they were on was tilting too.”
“The others? Ah, my subordinates will safely escort them to a secure location.”
Musong laughed heartily and added.
“Of course, we will accept a modest token of appreciation.”
Saving their lives and then extorting them. Should I call this clever or foolish? I was momentarily at a loss for words at this new form of “creative economy.”
“Excuse me, could you wait a moment?”
“Hmm?”
It was Mun Gyeong. The boy, who had been hesitating and wringing his fingers, opened his mouth.
“Um, if you’re going to the western bank, could I join you? I was headed there as well. I will be forever indebted to you, and I will repay this kindness even if it costs me my life.”
This again? I sighed deeply at Mun Gyeong, who sounded like a villain from a historical drama.
“Sure, come aboard.”
“Thank you so much!”
As Mun Gyeong hurriedly gathered his belongings, Musong muttered softly to himself.
“This is my ship, though…”
Never mind.