Murim Login - Chapter 337
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A wide and cold pavilion, with a flickering lantern swaying in the wind that seeped through the cracks in the window, slowly illuminated the face of an old man. His eyes, tinged with green, and his body, as withered as an ancient tree.
The old man’s name was Tang Sado, also known as the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons. He was the patriarch of the Tang family, one of the Five Great Families, and a man who had recently lost his father.
The wind outside howled as it battered the closed windows, echoing with the words he had spoken just hours before.
‘By the time we heard the news, it was already too late. There wasn’t a single part of his body intact.’
The great heroes who had once saved the world from the ten thousand demons had long since turned into old, white-haired men. Some grew old and died, some sought peace and disappeared, while others stepped down and handed over their positions to their successors. The Poison King, Tang Samun, also chose to follow his own path.
‘Two days away is a place called Misan. Father often spoke of its beautiful landscape.’
Twenty years ago, it was only natural for the Poison King to head to Misan after stepping down. It was the final resting place chosen by a veteran martial artist who had weathered the fierce tides of the martial world all his life.
‘He never liked visitors. We had to confirm his well-being through sporadic messengers.’
And that was a scar that would never heal. Just days ago, an unbelievable report had been delivered. Rushing there in a panic, Tang Sado had witnessed the aftermath of an epic battle and his father’s mutilated corpse.
‘My father’s body was… severely damaged. It bore unmistakable signs of torture.’
Who knows why the perpetrator tortured the Poison King? But the supreme master who had once dominated an era was killed by an unknown individual. Despite Tang Sado leading his family’s warriors to search the area, it was already too late.
‘I will find and kill that bastard. I will tear his body to pieces and scatter them across the nine provinces, and let his blood flow into the four seas and five lakes.’
What could I say to a Tang Sado brimming with murderous intent? I fully understood his anger and determination. He and the Tang family would never stop until they had avenged the Poison King. It was only natural that they couldn’t help us in finding the Divine Healer.
“The Poison King, Tang Samun, is dead. That Poison King…”
A massive upheaval was occurring, right nearby.
As I gazed at the flickering lantern and muttered quietly, a hurried voice called out from behind me.
“Watch your mouth. Do you know what will happen if you say something like that in the middle of the Tang family’s territory?”
It wasn’t difficult to identify the owner of the voice. I had already sensed the three people approaching long before they arrived. Without turning my head, I replied.
“You’re here.”
“It’s not just about being here; be careful with what you say!”
“Relax. There’s no one around.”
“Just be cautious. Being around you makes me nervous.”
Gungibang sighed heavily and plopped into a chair. Cheongpung and Hyeok Moojin, who had followed him in, each took a seat as well.
“Where did you come from?”
Gungibang answered curtly.
“The Beggars’ Sect branch in Chengdu.”
“Did Mun Kyung come along?”
“No, he’s holed up in a pavilion that the Tang family provided. He was so engrossed in the prescription that he didn’t even notice us coming in. He’ll probably stay the night and leave with us tomorrow.”
“So, did you find out anything?”
“No, it was a waste of time. The branch leader didn’t know much about the Tang family either.”
That made sense. From what I had heard, the Poison King’s retreat was in a secluded, inaccessible mountain valley, with only secret visits from Tang Sado’s people.
‘And the Tang family kept it hidden intentionally…’
Tang Sado wanted to seek revenge using only the power of his family. Given the strength and character of the Tang family, their current independent stance wasn’t surprising.
“He was a bit suspicious, though. Recently, the Tang family had sent people to demand specific information.”
“They’ve already caught wind of it. Did you say anything?”
After hesitating for a moment, Gungibang spoke.
“Though Tang Sado issued a gag order, I am a member of the Beggars’ Sect. I told the branch leader the truth and instructed him to keep an eye on any suspicious individuals.”
“What about Cheong?”
In the midst of the serious atmosphere, Cheongpung, struggling to stifle a yawn, responded.
“I sent a letter to my grandfather as you instructed.”
Gungibang nodded and added.
“No later than seven days from now, we’ll hear back.”
“Good job.”
I felt that we had taken the necessary precautions. Tang Sado might be furious if he found out, but it was something I had to do.
“Uh, Commander?”
“Hmm?”
Hyeok Moojin cautiously spoke up, glancing around nervously.
“Can I ask you something?”
“If I say no, will you not ask?”
“No, you know I can’t hold back when I’m curious.”
As if my mind wasn’t troubled enough already. I briefly considered smacking him but decided against it.
“What is it?”
“Why are you clenching your fist like that? It’s scary.”
“Then stop hesitating and ask, you fool.”
Hyeok Moojin, still eyeing my fist warily, whispered.
“Who is the culprit?”
“The culprit?”
“Yes, the one who killed and tortured the great Poison King, Tang Samun.”
“Ha, the culprit.”
Smack!
“Ouch! Why did you hit me?”
“If I knew, would I be standing here like this? Huh?”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Not holding back, I delivered a series of blows to the back of his head, feeling a sense of relief.
“Ow! If you don’t know, just say you don’t know…”
“This fool is spouting nonsense, making me mad.”
“Ssss, ouch…”
Gungibang watched Hyeok Moojin, who was writhing and clutching his head, with a look of disdain.
“Pathetic. You’re worse than a stray dog on the street. How could anyone know who that despicable criminal is?”
Hyeok Moojin, wiping away the tears that had formed, muttered.
“Don’t you beg beside the stray dog on the street, Gung?”
“What did you say?”
“Why, am I wrong?”
“How dare you insult my sect!”
“Let’s be clear. I only insulted you, Gung.”
Cheongpung clapped and laughed.
“Wow! Commander! Hyeok insulted Gung!”
“Don’t laugh, you crazy idiot, Cheongpung!”
Hyeok Moojin’s witty retort left Gungibang fuming, and I had to step in to prevent a brawl.
“Calm down, both of you.”
And for good measure, I added.
“If you don’t want to get beaten to death by me.”
That did the trick. They finally settled down, though they still glared at each other.
“Whoever the culprit is, if the Tang family knew, they would have already killed him.”
Hyeok Moojin, still angry, responded.
“I know that. I was asking if you had any guesses.”
“Think before you ask, you fool.”
“Why do you keep talking down to me? Just because you’re in the Beggars’ Sect doesn’t mean you can look down on the vice-leader of the Jin Ryong Brigade, right?”
…Honestly, with that level of difference, it seemed fair to look down on him. But I refrained from saying that.
I subtly changed the topic.
“There are plenty of suspicious people in the martial world. For example, Amcheon and the demonic sect members.”
“That’s not all.”
Gungibang snorted and added.
“The Tang family has always been dedicated to eradicating demonic sects. It could be the act of someone with a personal grudge.”
I looked at Gungibang’s face in disdain as he continued.
“Didn’t they already wipe out the demonic sect?”
“No matter how thoroughly you clean the yard, some sand remains. The world is vast, and there’s always a place to hide. Some survived the relentless pursuit.”
That made sense too. And those who survived the righteous martial world’s pursuit were undoubtedly top-notch warriors.
‘Like the Yin-Yang Twin Demons who appeared in Shaolin.’
Who could have predicted that two supreme masters thought dead would show up in Shaolin? The martial world was full of tangled webs of grudges and vendettas, so anything could happen.
‘And there was torture involved.’
There are two reasons to torture someone: either you hate them enough to want to inflict pain before killing them, or you want to extract information.
Regardless of the purpose, one thing was clear.
‘…A very dangerous individual has appeared.’
Someone you wouldn’t want to encounter by chance. In my current state, even though I hadn’t fully grasped enlightenment, the power I gained from the system allowed me to contend with the lower tier of supreme masters.
‘Like Taewool Mujung Sword Hwangbo Eom.’
But facing someone higher would be difficult. If I hadn’t gained a small insight during the battle with Hwangbo Eom, I might have been defeated by his Taewool Mujung Sword.
Especially if the opponent was strong enough to kill the Poison King, one of the top five supreme masters…
‘At this point, it’s a sure defeat.’
It was a harsh reality I had to accept.
As I
quietly pondered, Gungibang spoke up, as if a thought had just occurred to him.
“Now that I think about it, it could be an assassin.”
“An assassin?”
“Who else would it be?”
I frowned.
“Are those guys really that skilled?”
“You don’t know. According to my master, the leader of the Moon Shadow Assassin Valley has killed three supreme masters so far.”
“An assassin has killed three supreme masters?”
“Yes, it’s true. The martial world was in an uproar.”
“Then is that valley leader considered the best assassin?”
Gungibang looked at me like I was an idiot.
“What are you talking about? The best assassin hasn’t changed.”
“Oh.”
I had momentarily forgotten. The figure known as Sword Star, Bow Star, and finally, Killer Star.
‘At first, I thought he was called Killer Star because he killed a lot of people.’
But it turned out his primary job was being an assassin. According to Jeok Cheon-Gang, he had killed countless people, indiscriminately targeting both righteous and demonic sects, becoming a public enemy of the martial world.
‘Until the Great War between the righteous and demonic factions.’
He had killed so many demonic sect members that people eventually issued a pardon and gave him the nickname Killer Star.
“Of course, it’s unlikely that the Killer Star killed Tang Samun, but the Tang family is probably considering that possibility.”
“It’s unfortunate, but they will handle it.”
Regardless of who the culprit was, my goal remained the same: finding the Divine Healer to save Jeok Cheon-Gang. Even though we couldn’t get help from the Tang family, we still had Qingcheng and Emei left.
So…
“Gung, did you leave that booger on your nose for a late-night snack?”
“What?”
“Wow! Commander! Gung is saving a booger for a snack!”
…These idiots, really.
I couldn’t hold back and flipped the table.
“Get out! We have to leave early tomorrow, so go get some sleep!”
After driving away the Bermuda Triangle, I slumped into my chair.
Staring at the flickering lantern, I muttered quietly.
“Open inventory, summon.”
A small jade fragment appeared in my hand.
Flipping over the [Token of the Divine Healer], faint words appeared.
[The best gallnuts come from the land of Sichuan.]
Gallnuts, huh. Couldn’t you just write down the address instead?