Murim Login - Chapter 361
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Step by step, Seo Cheon-Ma’s footsteps echoed with no sense of urgency or hesitation. Even as rocks began to crumble from the ceiling, signaling the start of a collapse, and the pitch-black darkness obstructed his path, his stride remained unwavering.
The Four Great Demons were beings worthy of such confidence.
Only one thing worried him: failing to fulfill the supreme Heavenly Lord’s command.
‘Jin Taekyung, I was held back by that boy for quite some time.’
He had never expected to be delayed this long. Unconsciously, Seo Cheon-Ma touched his forehead, thinking of Jin Taekyung.
A throbbing pain accompanied the swollen bump he felt. More than his torn hand and the bleeding wounds on his forearm, this injury annoyed him.
‘A bump, huh.’
Jin Taekyung had been hanging by a thread with broken limbs.
Despite being drained of energy and sustaining internal injuries that would have killed any ordinary master long ago…
“I couldn’t completely block it with my protective energy.”
Seo Cheon-Ma let out a hollow laugh.
Jin Taekyung had pierced through his protective energy with nothing but sheer determination and left him with a wound. Something that shouldn’t have been possible by common sense.
Two words came to Seo Cheon-Ma’s mind: tenacity and desperation.
‘This is indeed supernatural.’
It was unbearably fascinating and chilling at the same time.
In terms of martial arts, Cheong Pung, who had already reached the transcendent realm, was ahead, but there was a different reason why Jin Taekyung felt dangerous.
The person himself was strong.’
A martial art that was unbelievable for someone at his level. An indomitable willpower that surpassed imagination.
Had Jin Taekyung’s strength not been depleted, Seo Cheon-Ma would have ended his life without hesitation.
But now, everything was progressing smoothly.
“This must be it.”
Seo Cheon-Ma stopped in front of a firmly closed iron door. Unlike most of the prison cells made of bars, the large iron door of the treatment room stood out.
Of course, even without that, it couldn’t escape Seo Cheon-Ma’s senses.
‘No doubt about it.’
Without hesitation, Seo Cheon-Ma struck the iron door with a hand blade.
The energy imbued in his hand easily cut through the steel door and its lock.
Slice, bang.
The iron door split in half with a thunderous noise and fell.
Seo Cheon-Ma walked briskly into the treatment room, finding an old man sitting by a bed made of cold stone.
“Are you the Divine Doctor?”
The old man opened his eyes at the question, his voice calm as he responded.
“It’s a foolish name the people gave me.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you. Your name, age, even whether you’re a man or a woman. I wanted to meet you at least once.”
“So, now that you see me, how is it?”
“It’s similar to what I imagined. Much more like a divine being than those pretentious Taoist priests pretending to be immortals.”
The Divine Doctor sighed.
“I wish it were true. If this old man were an immortal, I would have the power to drive away demons.”
“Do I look like a demon to you?”
Seo Cheon-Ma spread his arms wide and spun around in place.
With an ordinary face and build, if it weren’t for his blood-stained and tattered robe, he would have looked like any common middle-aged man.
“The Heavenly Lord descended from the heavens, and under his almighty power, there are four loyal servants.”
Seo Cheon-Ma spoke softly.
“I am neither a demon nor an immortal. I am simply a servant following his command.”
The Divine Doctor’s eyelids trembled at the sincerity in his words.
Heavenly Lord? Servant? Whatever it meant, the man before him was undoubtedly a madman.
“Nonsense! If you’re not a demon, what are you, someone who kills without hesitation?”
“It’s unfortunate. But what can I do? Erasing those who oppose him is also my duty.”
“Who… who are you?”
Seo Cheon-Ma sighed softly, and the Divine Doctor found himself at a loss for words.
Every word he spoke, every small movement he made, exuded a thick scent of blood that was nauseating.
“Leave now.”
“Hmm? What did you say?”
“I said, leave now. No one is allowed in during treatment, especially not a demon like you.”
Seo Cheon-Ma stared at the stern-faced Divine Doctor and burst into laughter.
“I thought you were a rigid physician, but you have quite a sense of humor. Listen, Divine Doctor. The treatment is already over.”
“It is not over.”
Seo Cheon-Ma, with a cheerful expression, walked towards Jeok Cheon-Gang, who lay as if dead.
“Well, in my opinion, the patient needs to be moved elsewhere.”
“Before that, you must get the physician’s permission.”
As the Divine Doctor rose with a stern face, dozens of lights shot out from his voluminous sleeves. Large and small needles flew straight, curving toward the back of Seo Cheon-Ma’s neck, targeting vital points.
However, Seo Cheon-Ma’s laughter only deepened as he watched the lights shoot towards him.
“Interesting.”
There was no movement. Seo Cheon-Ma’s powerful protective energy, enveloping his entire body, did its job impeccably.
Dozens of needles were blocked by the protective energy, trembling in place.
“And pitiful.”
Crunch.
Seo Cheon-Ma clenched his hand. Invisible energy crushed the needles according to his will.
Even though the Divine Doctor had learned martial arts, the gap between him and Seo Cheon-Ma was as vast as heaven and earth.
“I’ll say it again. The treatment is over.”
With Seo Cheon-Ma’s quiet voice, the Divine Doctor’s body floated into the air.
Only a master of formidable internal energy could demonstrate the art of controlling objects in mid-air.
Like being flicked, the Divine Doctor flew and was caught by Seo Cheon-Ma, who grabbed his throat. His face turned pale.
“It doesn’t seem appropriate for a physician who didn’t hesitate to kill. So, are you also a demon?”
“If it means stopping the blood on your hands, I’d gladly be a demon!”
Swish, thud.
The Divine Doctor’s desperate strike was easily blocked.
With a squeeze, Seo Cheon-Ma crushed the old physician’s wrist. His eyes glinted with a strange light.
“The Tang family head was right. You had it.”
Seo Cheon-Ma’s gaze landed on the Divine Doctor’s hand.
There, on his wrinkled fingers, was an object that did not suit a physician.
“This is the All-Poison Ring.”
A ring with a subtle glow, with a gemstone seemingly trapping light and darkness together.
Seo Cheon-Ma, gazing at his mission’s goal with a mesmerized look, carefully removed the All-Poison Ring from the Divine Doctor’s hand and wore it on his own.
“The Heavenly Lord will be pleased.”
The Divine Doctor, who had witnessed everything, let out a suppressed groan.
“What… what are you planning to do?”
“Don’t be curious. Your role ends here anyway.”
Swish, thud!
A blade-like force shot into the Divine Doctor’s abdomen.
As his lower abdomen shattered, the Divine Doctor was flung far away, coughing up blood.
“Kuaaaaah!”
“No need for the physician’s permission anymore, is there?”
The Divine Doctor despaired, and Seo Cheon-Ma laughed heartily.
Everything was over. He had finally obtained the All-Poison Ring that the Heavenly Lord desired, and had wiped out three of the most powerful sects in the world.
Now, nothing could stop him. It was time to end everything and return.
“Let’s go. Someone wants to see you.”
Seo Cheon-Ma whispered to the sleeping Jeok Cheon-Gang, his face peaceful, and tried to pull him through the air.
But at that moment.
A low, buzzing sound like a swarm of wasps reached Seo Cheon-Ma’s ears.
He, being perceptive, recognized it as the vibration of the air, a very subtle tremor that was getting closer.
‘Could it be that the collapse has already begun?’
Seo Cheon-Ma turned his head towards the source of the sound.
Outside the treatment room, where the iron door had disappeared, a faint light flickered in the dark.
“What is that…”
The next moment, Seo Cheon-Ma’s eyes widened.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The vibration intensified, air and wind tore apart.
And then.
Boom!
A massive light, or rather, a spear wrapped in blue flames, shot through the space.
Laughing uncontrollably at the name that crossed his mind, Seo Cheon-Ma spoke.
“Supernatural indeed! Truly supernatural!”
A giant darkness shot out with Seo Cheon-Ma’s laughter.
White Flame, engulfed in blue flames, collided with the darkness.
Boom!
The underground prison shook with a tremendous roar, and a voice echoed through the tumult.
“No family or disciples allowed in the patient room, you bastard.”
Step by step, I walked through the dust cloud.
Not the rocks raining down from the ceiling, nor the pitch-black view could stop my steps.
I just kept moving towards the one person beyond.
‘Monster. I didn’t expect you to die so easily.’
Though unseen, I could feel it. The immense energy coiled within Seo Cheon-Ma’s body.
But it wasn’t as frightening as before.
I clenched my fist. The powerful energy coursing through my body felt tangible.
‘Heavenly Strength Demon.’
The clash between me and Seo Cheon-Ma provided him with a new opportunity. The rocks falling from the collapsing ceiling had severed his restraints, and the old man known as the Demon of Heavenly Strength had emerged from the prison for the first time in decades.
And his first words to me were completely unexpected.
‘You killed all the other prisoners.’
‘Cough. So what?’
‘Why did you spare me?’
‘Does it bother you that much?’
‘Answer me. I can end your life right now.’
‘Just wait a moment. It’ll end by itself soon enough.’
‘You!’
It was a conversation between two broken men.
One with shattered limbs, and the other whose tendons had been severed.
But what made the Heavenly Strength Demon better than me was that his internal energy was still intact.
I was already dying, and the impending death terrified me.
I wanted to have a final conversation with someone watching my death.
‘I didn’t want to kill you.’
‘Why?’
‘Because the you I know isn’t a demon.’
‘…’
‘In my opinion, a good person from the Demonic Cult is better than a bad person from the Orthodox Sect. Killing someone like you would make me feel like I’m no different from a demon.’
I had hesitated and hesitated. Killing the Heavenly Strength Demon would have given me massive experience points and multiple level-ups.
In the end, I chose to let him live.
In retrospect, it was the right decision. Seo Cheon-Ma wasn’t someone I could defeat with just a few level-ups.
Better to die with a clear conscience than to have lingering regrets.
‘Well… this isn’t so bad.’
The Heavenly Strength Demon, who had been watching me with complex emotions, made an offer.
‘An offer I couldn’t refuse.’
I waved my hand, remembering the last words of the Heavenly Strength Demon.
The dust clouds scattered under the immense wind pressure, revealing him.
“I’m back.”
“Haha! Hahaha!”
I looked past Seo Cheon-Ma, who was laughing with his back arched like a shrimp, and saw a staggering figure in the treatment room, now devoid of a door.
The Divine Doctor, his face pale, nodded at me. It was a sign that Jeok Cheon-Gang was safe.
‘Thank goodness. I’m not too late.’
As I sighed in relief, Seo Cheon-Ma, who had finally stopped laughing, raised his head.
“You’ve changed so much I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“I received a gift from an unexpected person.”
“A gift?”
“Yes. He passed his internal energy to me.”
Seo Cheon-Ma gasped.
“Transmission of internal energy!”
“They call it that.”
“You used the power you talked about? The one similar to the Demonic Art of Transformation?”
“No.”
“You had a stroke of luck, haha!”
“It wasn’t free. He made a request.”
“A request?”
“Yeah.”
I nodded quietly, recalling the words of the Heavenly Strength Demon as he transferred his energy to me.
‘Kill Seo Cheon-Ma.’
“He asked me to kill you.”
Crack. With a jerk, I pulled the White Flame Spear embedded deeply in the wall, grabbing it firmly.
The Fire Dragon, swollen with the combined energy of three masters, spread its wings.
“You… are dead.”
Seo Cheon-Ma smiled broadly.