Murim Login - Chapter 355
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“Phew, I’m not too late. Thank you for waiting!”
Who is this lunatic now?
Seocheon Magun couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh at the sight of the young man walking in so casually.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve been out, and I see all sorts of people.’
He had thought he had lived quite an extraordinary life, but the young man before him far surpassed his expectations.
For Seocheon Magun, it was a rather unfortunate realization. He had wasted time, and the young man had hurried his death.
“Thank you very much. You may rest in peace.”
Swish!
A knife used for slaughtering livestock was a different matter altogether.
If Tang Sandok and the Tangmun Shibgi were pigs, this guy was an ant. [1]
Seocheon Magun didn’t even feel the need to use his cherished weapon. He flicked his finger at the young man’s forehead and turned his head toward Tang Sandok.
No, he was about to turn when it happened.
“Wow, that was close.”
Seocheon Magun stared at the young man with wide eyes.
The young man, who should have collapsed by now, was looking at him with a bright smile.
And right beside him, there was a hole the size of an egg in the metal pillar, precisely where a person’s head had been moments ago.
‘Did he dodge my Ghost Prison Finger of the Eight Stars?’
It shouldn’t be possible, and it couldn’t be possible.
Just as Seocheon Magun was feeling confused, wondering if something had gone wrong with his body without him knowing, Tang Sandok spoke with a stiff face. His pale complexion from internal injuries mixed with a hint of defeat.
“Step back. This isn’t a place for a brat like you… Cough!”
“Ah, blood! You’re bleeding!”
The young man stepped forward with a worried expression as Tang Sandok vomited a mouthful of blood.
“Grandpa Tang, are you okay?”
Swoosh!
In an instant, a flash of light shot out from the young man’s waist.
Drawing his sword, he deflected the incoming slash and exhaled heavily.
“Gosh, you scared me! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Haha, hahaha!”
Seocheon Magun burst into laughter as he looked back and forth between the sword in his right hand and the young man.
Although he hadn’t used his full strength, he realized two things from that one move.
First, the young man was not just a simple lunatic.
And second.
“You must be the disciple that Sword Saint Maejong Hak took in his old age. I believe your name is… Cheong Pung?”
The young man, Cheong Pung, looked at Seocheon Magun with wide eyes.
“Oh, you know me?”
“The Plum Blossom fragrance of Mount Hua permeates your steps. How could I not recognize it? It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a superb Anhyangpyo.” [2]
“Wow, you know Anhyangpyo! But how do you know my name…”
“I have many invisible eyes and ears.”
Seocheon Magun had spies hidden all over the world for many years, and Sichuan was no exception.
He already knew ten days ago that Cheong Pung was staying at the Tang Clan.
He didn’t expect to meet him at such a perfect timing.
‘At that age, to reach this level… the Sword Saint has raised a monster.’
There was a reason he hadn’t recognized him at first glance.
Tang Sandok, with bloodied lips, spoke to Seocheon Magun, who was eyeing Cheong Pung with a strange look.
“You wicked man. Isn’t it enough that you harmed the main house, and now you want to harm this child too?”
Seocheon Magun replied softly.
“No, not at all.”
“No connection to the main house… What?”
Tang Sandok and the three remaining members of Tangmun Shibgi couldn’t believe their ears at his unexpected response.
However, Seocheon Magun himself remained indifferent.
“I have no intention of coveting prey marked by someone else. Personally, I don’t like it much, but we serve the same master.”
“What… what are you talking about?”
“Recently, one of my acquaintances got very angry. It seems the wound to his pride was greater than losing his arm, and he’s determined to kill you himself.”
Just then, Cheong Pung interrupted with a sudden question.
“Blood Lord (Hyeolju). It must be him.”
“You remember him, indeed. He’ll be pleased to hear that.”
“I don’t like him.”
If Jin Taekyung had seen Cheong Pung at this moment, he would have been stunned.
Cheong Pung, known for his pure and clear heart, had never once expressed such opinions about anyone.
Even towards those who approached with ill intentions.
But now, there was clear hostility in Cheong Pung’s usually transparent eyes.
“Is he here now?”
“Unfortunately, he’s far away. But he’ll be delighted to see you. Of course…
Seocheon Magun continued smoothly.
“Also, the Fire King currently being treated at the Tang Clan, and a young man named Jin Taekyung.”
“I told you, I have many eyes and ears.”
A smile spread across Seocheon Magun’s lips.
“Don’t worry too much. I intend to take you and those three alive. But I can’t speak for what the Blood Lord has in mind.”
Cheong Pung felt it. The chilling edge hidden within Seocheon Magun’s gentle voice made him unconsciously grip the hilt of his sword tighter. His usual tone and voice changed as he spoke.
“It won’t be easy.”
“Indeed…
Seocheon Magun’s voice was cut off.
The next moment, the hall was filled with countless flashes of light as a massive shockwave erupted.
Shing, shing, shing!
Tang Sandok and the three remaining Tangmun Shibgi, no, now Tangmun Samgi, shot towards a single target like arrows.
Countless hidden weapons targeted vital points, and Tang Sandok gathered all his strength to strike Seocheon Magun’s chest.
“You scoundrel-!”
Boom! Boom!
The impact was as massive as an earthquake.
Tang Sandok and the Tangmun Samgi, who had directly experienced Seocheon Magun’s martial prowess, did not intend to miss their one chance. Their final, full-power attack, using their innate energy, was tremendously powerful.
‘It’s done.’
In the cloud of dust where visibility was zero,
Tang Sandok smiled brightly even as he spat out blood.
He knew his full-strength punch had shattered flesh and bone, piercing the chest of his enemy.
‘This is the revenge of the Tang Clan.’
At that moment,
“Did you think it would end with just this?”
Crack!
With a calm voice, a powerful hand gripped Tang Sandok’s neck.
Amidst the dispersing dust cloud, Seocheon Magun emerged, reaching over the shoulder of a lifeless Tangmun Samgi, whose chest bore a massive hole.
At his feet lay the shattered remains of what once were people.
‘How?’
That was the only thought that filled Tang Sandok’s mind.
While Tang Sandok, whose neck was gripped by Seocheon Magun, was lost in thought, the latter smiled softly and swung the sword in his other hand.
Whoosh!
The wave of sword energy surged forth like a tide.
The thirty sword energies that had flown towards Seocheon Magun vanished in the wave.
But even if the petals disappeared, the fragrance remained.
From the tip of the young man’s foot, piercing the space at lightning speed, the fragrance of the plum blossoms planted by Mount Hua and nurtured by the Sword Saint blossomed.
Swish!
“Meteor Chasing Moon Sword!”
A single strike, leaving a pale afterimage, surged forward.
Seocheon Magun, who had let out a brief exclamation, swung his sword down.
The serpentine sword and Cheong Pung’s sword, engraved with plum blossom patterns, clashed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each clash of the two swords echoed like exploding artillery shells.
It didn’t take long for the outcome to be determined.
Bang!
With a fierce impact, one figure was flung away.
Cheong Pung, flipping in the air and landing, looked at Seocheon Magun and spoke.
“As expected… you’re really strong.”
Seocheon Magun’s martial prowess was extraordinary.
With just one hand, and while holding Tang Sandok as a prisoner, he had overwhelmingly dominated.
Seocheon Magun chuckled at Cheong Pung’s words, which seemed to be conceding.
‘Quite an arrogant kid. He’s hiding a lot, too.’
He considered personally teaching this impudent child a lesson, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
Clicking his tongue softly, Seocheon Magun spoke in a low voice.
“Il-Gwi.”
“Yes, Magun.”
Cheong Pung wasn’t surprised by the appearance of Il-Gwi, who answered courteously. He had sensed his presence a moment ago.
This meant the attackers had breached the outer hall and were now entering the inner hall, with the screams getting closer.
“Take care of that brat.”
“The one who is said to be the Sword Saint’s disciple? I’m grateful for this opportunity…”
Il-Gwi grinned, revealing his blood-soaked teeth.
Though he had already taken nearly a hundred lives, including that of the Tang Clan’s elder, Tang Jinhu, he still felt it was insufficient.
“Remember the Blood Lord’s request.”
“Of course. The youngest disciple cherished by the Sword Saint… how interesting. I’ll leave him barely alive.”
“It would be good if you could, but if not, it doesn’t matter if you kill him.”
“Yes.”
“He’s a dangerous one. If you think it’s necessary, cut the sprout.”
“He’s just a brat. I can’t believe you’d joke about something like this, Magun. Hahaha!”
Il-Gwi’s laughter, which had been ringing loudly, suddenly died down.
It was because of Seocheon Magun’s cold, piercing gaze.
The moment their eyes met, Il-Gwi felt a chill run down his spine and quickly prostrated himself.
“I… I understand.”
He had momentarily forgotten who Seocheon Magun really was.
Seocheon Magun was a man who hid the grim reaper behind his gentle demeanor and kind words.
Watching the trembling Il-Gwi, Seocheon Magun silently walked past him.
Tang Sandok, still in his grip, struggled in vain, but Seocheon Magun’s arm didn’t budge.
“No!”
“Dare you stand in my way!”
Swish! Boom!
With a desperate cry, Cheong Pung charged forward, only to be blocked by Il-Gwi.
Ignoring the loud clash behind him, Seocheon Magun continued walking.
The inner hall, where craftsmen crafted weapons and children and warriors walked together, was now covered in blood and corpses.
There were screams and death everywhere.
And a little distance away, someone stood, tears streaming down as they watched the destruction of their clan.
“Can you feel it? The Tang Clan’s entire being is collapsing.”
Tang Sandok’s hollow eyes quivered.
It wasn’t just the Tang Clan that was crumbling. His firm beliefs and heart were breaking too.
In that moment of utter despair, a quiet voice pierced through Tang Sandok’s ears.
“Answer me. Where is the Mandokji-hwan?” [3]
Footnotes:
[1] Tangmun Shibgi (당문십기, 唐門十騎) translates to “Ten Knights of the Tang Clan.” This term refers to a group of ten elite warriors from the Tang Clan. In the context of the story, their number has been reduced to three, who are then referred to as “Tangmun Samgi” (당문삼기, 唐門三騎), meaning “Three Knights of the Tang Clan.”
[2] Anhyangpyo (암향표, 暗香飄) translates to “Hidden Fragrance Fluttering” or “Wafting Subtle Scent.” It poetically describes a movement or presence that is graceful, subtle, yet pervasive and unmistakable, much like the delicate but persistent scent of plum blossoms.
[3] Mandokji-hwan (만독지환, 萬毒之환) translates to “Pill of Ten Thousand Poisons” or “Elixir of Ten Thousand Poisons.” It refers to a highly potent and often dangerous concoction involving numerous poisons, used for powerful effects in martial arts or fantasy contexts.