Murim Login - Chapter 344
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[Ding.]
– Linked quest [Ring of a Thousand Poisons (萬毒指環)] has been created!
– This is something you must achieve. You cannot refuse!
I stared at the holographic window that filled my vision along with the system notification.
[Ring of a Thousand Poisons]
The Ring of a Thousand Poisons, said to absorb any poison, is a legendary artifact of the Sichuan Tang Clan and one of the legends in Murim.
The owner and even its existence are uncertain, but for now, it is the only solution!
Grade: Supreme
Requirement: Jin Taekyung
Task: Acquire the Ring of a Thousand Poisons (Incomplete)
Reward: Massive Experience Points
Failure: Death of Jeok Cheon-Gang
“A legendary artifact that absorbs any poison, huh.”
Moonkyung nodded at my muttering.
“Yes, that’s the efficacy of the Ring of a Thousand Poisons. However, there’s one problem…”
“I bet it’s that the owner and even its existence are uncertain.”
“Yes, the Sichuan Tang Clan has even denied its existence several times.”
The Divine Doctor added in a grave voice.
“That’s why it’s a legend. It’s been passed down through word of mouth for so long that it has become myth.”
After a moment of thought, I suddenly spoke up.
“No. It exists.”
“Hmm?”
“The Ring of a Thousand Poisons definitely exists. It’s just hidden.”
“And how can you be so sure?”
Both the Divine Doctor and Moonkyung, who had first brought up the Ring of a Thousand Poisons, stared at me with wide eyes.
“Of course, because of the system.”
This is a linked quest to cure Jeok Cheon-Gang.
If the Ring of a Thousand Poisons truly didn’t exist, a quest like this wouldn’t have been created.
Of course, saying something like that here would get me labeled as a lunatic.
I continued speaking naturally.
“If such an artifact were known to exist, people wouldn’t just sit around. The Sichuan Tang Clan is notorious for their exclusivity in Murim, so they would want to avoid any unnecessary trouble.”
In a world where people are killed over a single coin or a dumpling, how many would flock to the Ring of a Thousand Poisons?
It was a makeshift excuse, but it was a plausible argument that made everyone nod in agreement.
“That makes sense. Actually, we’ve conducted extensive research on the existence of the Ring of a Thousand Poisons at our headquarters…”
I looked at Goonggibang, who was eager to continue.
“Enough. Tell the rest of the story to Mujin here.”
“Huh? Stay here? With Hyeok Mujin?”
“What are you saying, captain?”
“What do you think I’m saying? Exactly what it sounds like.”
I pointed to the two bewildered guys in turn.
“Hyeok Mujin and Goonggibang are staying here.”
“Why! Why!”
“I want to come with you too! Please don’t leave me here with this cruel beggar!”
“What did you say! You little piece of…!”
Slap! Slap!
As expected, a little smack works wonders. I waved my fist at the two who were clutching their heads.
“Stop talking nonsense and stay here to guard Myoryeong Satae. Goonggibang, if anything happens, you notify me immediately.”
“Notify? How am I supposed to notify you? Do we have carrier pigeons going to the Sichuan Tang Clan here?”
“What kind of nonsense is that? If something happens, you run like hell to get here.”
“What the…!”
“If you don’t like that, then tame one. There are plenty of butterflies in that flower field over there.”
After a brief but cold analysis, this was the conclusion.
First, Hyeok Mujin, whose martial arts and body techniques were the weakest, would stay behind, paired with Goonggibang for backup.
As a skilled supreme master with quick reflexes, Goonggibang could handle any unforeseen situations.
“Anyone who has complaints or questions about my decision, raise your hand.”
“…Put down that fist and ask.”
“…I’ll just stay here.”
At that moment, someone raised their hand. Cheongpung asked with a naive face.
“Benefactor, what about me?”
“Cheong, you’re coming with me to the Sichuan Tang Clan.”
“Why?”
If I leave you behind, who knows what kind of trouble you’ll cause. Stay in my sight at all times. Got it?”
“Yes…”
Seeing Cheongpung’s dejected response, the Divine Doctor spoke with a sympathetic expression.
“Don’t be too hard on him. He seems like a naive young man.”
“He’s naive enough to burn down this whole place.”
“Haha, surely not.”
“If he burns down this place in a few days, you’ll have to join the Beggars’ Sect. I’ll bet Mujin’s left wrist on it.”
Looking wary, the Divine Doctor replied after examining Cheongpung.
“Perhaps it’s better to take him with us.”
“Wise choice.”
“Kyeong, what about you?”
Moonkyung, who had been pondering something, nodded resolutely.
“I will follow Master. The nun from the Emei Sect will be fine as long as she rests.”
“That would be appreciated.”
What I need most right now is the Divine Doctor. Having Moonkyung, who is always a helpful assistant to his master, is a bonus.
After all, it was Moonkyung who first brought up the Ring of a Thousand Poisons.
‘The remaining problem is how to acquire the Ring of a Thousand Poisons.’
Facing Mandok Sura Tang Sa-Dok, the master of the Sichuan Tang Clan, would reveal the truth.
With my thoughts concluded, I addressed Cheongpung.
“Cheong, bring a backpack and two ropes. Big and sturdy ones.”
“Benefactor, why do we need a backpack and ropes?”
“We need to move quickly. If anything falls, we’ll need to tie it up tightly.”
Hearing my words, the faces of the Divine Doctor and Moonkyung turned pale.
* * *
In the dark hall, the old man finally spoke after the middle-aged man had entered.
“Fifty years ago, before you were born, our family suffered a great humiliation. Do you know of it?”
The old man, Mandok Sura Tang Sa-Dok, spoke, and the middle-aged man bowed his head.
“How could I not know?”
“I, as a young man, witnessed it all. Our family members died left and right, our armory burned, and our halls collapsed. We were defeated and had to retreat from Sichuan.”
The ten-year-long war ended in a victory for the righteous sects, and the Tang Clan returned to Sichuan to rebuild. But the scars of that time were etched deep in everyone’s hearts.
“And yet, and yet, how can we suffer such humiliation again!”
When Tang Sa-Dok’s eyes flashed with green light, the middle-aged man swallowed his breath at the poisonous energy emanating from him.
“How can we endure such humiliation again!”
Sizzle!
Tang Sa-Dok’s gnarled hand pressed down on the table, melting it.
Wood and even the metal decorations on the edges turned into black liquid. The middle-aged man prostrated himself.
“Calm yourself, Master!”
Despite his subordinate’s pleas, Tang Sa-Dok’s anger did not subside easily.
His rage was justified. He had returned after receiving an urgent message from the Cheongseong Sect, only to find that the culprit who killed his father, Dokwang Tang Sa-Mun, was still at large.
“Who dares…”
The message from the Cheongseong Sect was brief but as shocking as Dokwang’s death.
‘To have killed the Emei Sect’s Grandmaster and three elders alone.’
It was not a sneak attack but a direct confrontation.
Grandmaster Jing Tian Shen Ni, a supreme master who could contend for a place among the top ten martial artists, and the three elders, all seasoned supreme masters, had all been slain by a single individual.
The culprit had taken down the sect’s leadership alone and vanished like a ghost.
‘A master of that caliber wouldn’t be two different people. It must be the same one who killed my father.’
The anger subsided, replaced by vigilance.
Tang Sa-Dok decided to return as the head of the Tang Clan and continued to track the culprit.
“What about the Green Shadow Squad?”
“I divided them into ten teams of five, spreading them around Chengdu, Cheongseong, Emei, Iksan, and Samhap to carry out their missions.”
The Green Shadow Squad, specialists in espionage and assassination within the Sichuan Tang Clan.
They were the primary contributors to eliminating numerous demonic cultists after the war, but Tang Sa-Dok felt a sense of foreboding.
“Do not let your guard down. Ensure the security of the main hall and forbid any entry.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now leave.”
As the middle-aged man turned cautiously, Tang Sa-Dok suddenly spoke.
“After this is over… relinquish your position as head of the security hall and move to the inner hall.”
“Master?”
“This is not an order from the clan master, but from your uncle. You are approaching fifty. How long did you think I would keep my only nephew in the security hall?”
“Thank you, Uncle.”
Tang Sa-Dok responded with a wave of his sleeve.
He was neither exceptionally talented nor particularly lacking.
Recently, the memory of his brother, who died during the war, had resurfaced.
“I must be getting old, father.”
As he muttered softly to himself, something slithered out from under his robe.
Hiss. Hiss.
A snake with a snow-white body, blue eyes, and two horns on its triangular head emerged.
Known as the Millennium Poison Horn Snake in Murim,
this creature was notorious for its ferocity and rarity. It flicked its tongue and licked Tang Sa-Dok’s cheek.
“You…”
Tang Sa-Dok’s hardened expression softened.
Despite his irritable nature and dislike for people, he had a soft spot for this snake.
It was the first and last gift he received from his father. It was precious to him, especially since he had no children.
“Oh, you ticklish thing.”
As he smiled faintly, watching the snake’s antics, he heard someone approaching.
The snake quickly retreated into his robes.
“What is it?”
“Master, it’s me.”
Tang Sa-Dok frowned at his nephew’s voice, who had just left.
“What brings you back?”
“Those people have returned.”
“Those people?”
“The young master from Shanxi, Jin Taekyung, and the Young Dragon of Mt. Hua, Cheongpung.”
“Did I not say that no one is allowed entry? Deny them.”
“But… it seems that one of them is the Divine Doctor.”
“What? The Divine Doctor?”
This time, Tang Sa-Dok could not hide his surprise.
The Divine Doctor, a figure known for his unparalleled medical skills, had not shown himself for countless years.
What could bring the Divine Doctor here?’
The decision didn’t take long. Tang Sa-Dok spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Let them in.”
“Are you the Divine Doctor?”
Such straightforward speech.
The Divine Doctor chuckled at Tang Sa-Dok’s abrupt question.
“My name is Dong Bong.”
“Are you not the Divine Doctor?”
“The world has given me an overblown title.”
“So it seems.”
“You believe easily.”
“Unless one wishes to die, no one would lie to me.”
That’s convincing.
For a moment, we were speechless, as Tang Sa-Dok surveyed us with his trademark green eyes.
“The Divine Doctor… What brings you, who has been unseen for so long, to seek me out? And with the young martial artists of Murim.”
“May I answer that?”
Tang Sa-Dok and I locked eyes.
“Go ahead. But if you speak nonsense, prepare to become a puddle of blood…”
“Please lend us the Ring of a Thousand Poisons.”
Tang Sa-Dok’s eyes trembled at my straightforward request.