Murim Login - Chapter 340

A middle-aged nun, Myoryeong Satae, opened her mouth with a pale complexion and spoke with difficulty.

“The Divine Nun… has passed away.”

The moment I heard those words, my fist clenched involuntarily, and my heart sank.

Sensing the ominous atmosphere, two elders from the Cheongseong sect rushed over and shouted with their eyes wide open.

“Myoryeong Satae, what do you mean by that? The Divine Nun has passed away?”

“That’s impossible! It can’t be!”

I knew who the Divine Nun referred to. She was also one of the masters vividly remembered in Jeok Cheon-Gang’s memories.

‘She had a fiery personality. She was fearless in front of enemies and her martial arts were exceptional. Even that lazy monk, Gyeongdo, had his moments.’

During the Great Demon War, the demonic cult called her the Bloody Nun, while the Murim Alliance called her the Divine Nun of Heavenly Surprise.

Even as past heroes disappeared one by one over time, she remained at Mount Ami, guarding her position.

She was the only supreme master and respected leader of the Ami sect.

Such a Divine Nun had died.

‘First the Poison King, now the Divine Nun.’

What a damned situation.

I uttered the words that had been swirling in my mouth.

“Who is the culprit?”

Myoryeong Satae, Goonggibang, Hyeok Mujin, and the two elders of the Cheongseong sect all turned their gazes to me. Their eyes were filled with surprise, though the source of their astonishment differed.

“The culprit?”

“Surely, you’re not suggesting that someone…?”

The two elders of the Cheongseong sect couldn’t continue their words and closed their mouths. They realized, belatedly, that they hadn’t noticed Myoryeong Satae’s current condition due to the shock of the Divine Nun’s passing.

Her clothes were stained with dried, dark red blood, and her complexion was a sickly blue.

She looked at me with large eyes before lowering her head deeply.

“As expected, you knew, Jin Sohyup.”

As expected?

Goonggibang nodded heavily at my questioning look.

“It was inevitable. The one who assassinated the Divine Nun…”

“Must be the same one or connected to the one from the Sichuan Tang Clan. I think the same.”

Realizing there was something they didn’t know, the elders urgently asked.

“You knew about the culprit? Did something happen at the Sichuan Tang Clan too?”

“Tell us everything. Now!”

There’s no hiding it now.

Perhaps it was something foretold from the moment the Poison King was killed.

After taking a deep breath, I began to speak.

“A few days ago, the Poison King, Tang Saman Daehyup, passed away. To be precise, he was murdered.”

“The head of the Tang Clan, the Ten Thousand Poison King, Tang Sadoek Daehyup, has declared revenge and is currently chasing the culprit with his family.”

But the Poison King wasn’t the only victim.

I turned to face Myoryeong Satae directly, leaving the elders in shock behind.

“What happened?”

“It was a middle-aged man. He had one arm.”

“A one-armed man?”

“Yes. He was… he was…”

A trembling voice escaped from Myoryeong Satae’s lips.

“He was a demon.”

Whoosh!

The harsh wind blew past, and with each step, the scenery quickly flew by.

The weight of the nun I carried in my arms was surprisingly light, and the energy I felt through her body was precarious.

‘To have made it here in this condition…’

Without finishing her story, Myoryeong Satae vomited a bucketful of blood and fainted.

Following closely behind, Goonggibang spoke with a dark expression.

“How severe are her injuries?”

“They’re serious. I’ve temporarily infused some energy to boost her vitality, but… it’s not enough.”

Goonggibang groaned softly.

“When we first set out, it wasn’t this bad. The Satae herself claimed she could endure it.”

“You should have stopped her, you fool.”

“…I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

I pressed my lips together and swallowed my words.

I knew it too. Even if it had been me instead of Goonggibang and Hyeok Mujin, I wouldn’t have been able to stop Myoryeong Satae.

Her voice, squeezed out amidst coughing up blood, still rang clearly in my ears.

‘The leader and three elders… all killed by a demon. We couldn’t even chase after the laughing fiend.’

The demon descended upon Mount Ami, the sacred Buddhist site, just three days ago.

Climbing the mountain like any other pilgrim, the demon sought out the Divine Nun’s residence, where three elders happened to be.

What ensued was a battle of apocalyptic proportions. Peaks crumbled, and Mount Ami trembled.

Myoryeong Satae, who realized the disturbance and rushed over, witnessed the dead bodies of four nuns and a single demon.

‘No need to look further. My killing techniques simply surpassed your Buddhist ones.’

‘How could you commit such an atrocity! Aren’t you afraid of the heavens?’

‘Laughable. Your Buddha and heavens are lies and illusions. Let me show you a different heaven.’

That was the last thing she saw.

The demon struck Myoryeong Satae with a single palm strike and disappeared, leaving the Ami sect in sorrow and fury. Two young men arrived.

After hearing from Goonggibang and Hyeok Mujin that the Cheongseong sect was nearby, she brushed off attempts to stop her and descended Mount Ami.

‘Please help us. Please! No matter what, we must… cough!’

Thinking of Myoryeong Satae’s plea before losing consciousness, my teeth clenched involuntarily.

‘Who on earth is this…’

A middle-aged one-armed man. A man capable of killing the Divine Nun and three elders single-handedly.

Why did he do this, and is he the same one who killed Tang Saman?

‘What if he’s not the same person?’

The thought sent chills down my spine, and my heart pounded.

If the two incidents were caused by different people… Sichuan would soon become a land of death.

Just as my steps, which had been moving smoothly, grew heavy, the two elders of the Cheongseong sect spoke.

“It seems we must part ways here.”

“We’re sorry, but we can’t stay. We have our own matters to attend to.”

Their concern for their sect was understandable.

After the Sichuan Tang Clan and the Ami sect, it wasn’t hard to guess that the Cheongseong sect might be next.

“No need to apologize. I would have done the same.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

“Are you heading straight to Cheongseong Mountain?”

The older elder shook his head.

“I will lead some disciples to aid the Ami sect. My junior will return to the main mountain with the rest. What about you?”

“Myoryeong Satae’s injuries are more severe than I thought. I plan to find a doctor first, then contact the Sichuan Tang Clan.”

With the Tang Clan and the Cheongseong sect having most of their forces away, they’re vulnerable. I need to warn them.

The elder, aware of the situation, nodded.

“Focus on treating Myoryeong Satae first. We’ll send someone to the Tang Clan from our side.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Good luck.”

“Same to you.”

We bowed to each other and parted ways.

The two elders led their disciples north and east, leaving only four of us, including myself.

‘Oh, right, Jeok Cheon-Gang and Myoryeong Satae are still here.’

We came to Sichuan to treat a patient, but instead of showing our sincerity, we gained another patient.

‘Is this a hidden camera prank?’

Damn, that can’t be it.

As I sighed deeply and prepared to take another step.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of someone walking on dirt and humming a cheerful tune. A boy walking up the mountain path finally noticed us and widened his eyes.

“Huh? Oh?”

A familiar face. The boy’s name was Moonkyung.

I was glad to see the kid I met just a few days ago, but more than that, a thought crossed my mind.

“Moonkyung.”

“What brings you all here…?”

“You’re a doctor, right?”

I still remember. The sight of him treating patients on the deck of the ship.

I don’t know exactly what treatment he performed, but according to the crew, his skills were quite impressive.

“Yes, I am…”

Moonkyung’s gaze shifted to Myoryeong Satae in my arms. No further explanation was needed.

He took out a wooden case with needles from his bag and approached swiftly.

“Let’s see the patient’s condition first.”

* * *

Checking the pulse and administering acupuncture took only a moment.

Despite handling the entire process smoothly, Moonkyung’s face was shadowed.

“How is it?”

I could tell the result wasn’t good without asking.

As expected, Moonkyung shook his head slightly.

“It’s not good. Really not.”

“At least you treated her minimally, right?”

I sighed in relief.

I felt sorry for Moonkyung, but I didn’t expect much from the beginning. He was young and had only been in the medical field for a short time.

What I wanted was just the minimal treatment.

“Good job. That’s enough for now. If we get to Chengdu quickly and find a way…”

“Do you really think so?”

“What?”

“In a month, her flesh will rot, and in four months, her bones will melt.”

“Wait a minute. What are you saying…”

But Moonkyung’s low voice didn’t stop

.

“After half a year of excruciating pain, she’ll become a living corpse. At most, she has a year. When her organs rot, she’ll die.”

“What?”

“Even if we get to Chengdu, there’s no suitable treatment. The doctors there only handle ailments of high officials and noblewomen. And the Sichuan Tang Clan…”

I was shocked twice.

First, by the severity of Myoryeong Satae’s injuries.

And second, by the calmness with which Moonkyung spoke these horrifying words.

“There’s a rumor that the Tang Clan warriors headed west. It’ll take days for them to return. By then, it’ll be too late. How long has it been since she was injured?”

Hyeok Mujin stammered.

“Three… a little over three days.”

“Three days…”

Moonkyung groaned softly and spoke in a heavy voice.

“The Black Hand Seal is a terrifying demonic technique. If it exceeds seven days, there’s no turning back.”

Grab!

That was it. My patience snapped, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed Moonkyung by the collar.

“How do you know this?”

A teenage boy talking about a demonic technique none of us had heard of.

It was impossible for the Moonkyung I knew.

“Tell me. Now.”

Swallowing hard, Moonkyung answered.

“My master… my master taught me everything.”

“Master?”

“Yes, yes. Cough!”

A moment of realization flashed in my mind.

The grip on his collar loosened.

A groan escaped my lips.

“The Divine Doctor…”