Murim Login - Chapter 366
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The world was submerged in darkness so deep that time could not be measured.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, and what had seemed like a shower had turned into a relentless downpour.
In the courtyard of the Sichuan Tang Clan, near a pool of overflowing blood, corpses were piled into small mounds.
“So, what’s the situation inside?”
In front of the main gate of the Sichuan Tang Clan, a black-clad man sitting atop the corpse of an unknown clan warrior asked. A subordinate who had just arrived from the inner hall answered.
“It’s not over yet. About a hundred or so remain.”
“What? That many?”
“Only half of them are warriors, the rest are craftsmen, women, or children who haven’t learned martial arts.”
“Then why are they wasting time? They should just wipe them out.”
The black-clad man was understandably frustrated. It was already unpleasant to be stuck guarding the entrance while others took all the glory, and now this tedious gatekeeping duty still wasn’t over.
“Well, it’s because…”
“Is there a reason?”
The subordinate hastily explained as the superior’s brow furrowed.
“The remaining warriors are elites, and the clan has activated their mechanisms, delaying our progress.”
“Mechanisms? We should be able to deal with their poison easily.”
“It’s not poison, it’s explosives. They’ve hidden Jincheonroe (Heaven Shaking Thunder).”
“You don’t mean the Jincheonroe from the Thunder Sect, do you?”
“It appears so. Many of our comrades have suffered significant losses due to those who rushed at us with Jincheonroe.”
“These crazy bastards…”
The black-clad man’s mouth gaped open. He had heard the unusual explosions and wondered what was happening. It made sense now; they had hidden the long-extinct Thunder Sect’s Jincheonroe, causing the delay.
“Wait, then what has Magun (Demon Lord) been doing? He should be able to slaughter them all easily.”
The black-clad man’s question was filled with unwavering trust in the Western Heavenly Demon.
After all, the Western Heavenly Demon was one of the few who could meet with the Heavenly Lord and possessed immense divine power.
No matter how powerful the Jincheonroe was, it couldn’t harm the Western Heavenly Demon.
“I heard that he headed to the underground dungeon of the clan about an hour ago.”
The subordinate’s answer made the black-clad man nod.
If he had moved personally, there must have been a significant reason, and it would be resolved without any mistake. There was no doubt or worry.
This belief wasn’t limited to the black-clad man; it was shared by everyone.
“What about the First Commander?”
The First Commander, the eldest of the Three Evils of Kirin Mountain, had taken the position under the Western Heavenly Demon’s command.
The subordinate hesitated before answering.
“He is engaging in a life-or-death battle with the successor of the Sword Saint in the inner hall. No one has been able to approach him after a brother who went to deliver news about the Jincheonroe was decapitated.”
“…I see.”
The black-clad man held his tongue.
His feelings towards the Western Heavenly Demon were of awe and trust, but towards the First Commander, it was fear. He didn’t want to risk a terrible end by complaining.
“Sir, may I say something?”
“Do you have something to report?”
“Yes, the Vice Commander inquired about the news from the brothers sent to Qingcheng and Emei.”
“A message came just before you arrived.”
The subordinate received a small container from the black-clad man and looked at it in confusion.
“This is…”
“It’s from Emei.”
“Is this all?”
“Yes. There’s still no word from Qingcheng.”
“They should have arrived by now.”
“That’s true, but you know how the other commanders are.”
The three brothers of Kirin Mountain shared more than just their ugly appearances. They were all cruel and eccentric, turning into demons once they saw blood.
The Third Commander, who was in charge of Emei, was at least punctual in sending messages.
However, the letter indicated that things in Emei were not going smoothly.
‘The Beggars’ Sect is involved.’
The letter mentioned that members of the Beggars’ Sect, armed with staffs and canes, had unexpectedly appeared.
Although individually their martial skills couldn’t compare to those of the Dark Heaven Sect’s warriors, their involvement signaled something significant.
‘They’ve already caught wind of it.’
What was supposed to be a swift, calculated attack was dragging on. Despite this variable, the black-clad man didn’t doubt their victory.
He was shaking off the unease when he suddenly looked up.
“Hmm?”
“What is it?”
“What’s that?”
At the black-clad man’s puzzled voice, not only the subordinate but also the thirty-odd warriors guarding the castle walls at regular intervals gathered around their superior.
They soon saw it too. Beyond the collapsed wall, amidst the pouring rain, something moved like a streak of light.
Swaaaash!
The thirty-odd warriors blinked. Reflexively touching their faces, they found their hands stained with thick blood.
Slowly, very slowly, their mouths opened and their heads turned.
In the slowed world, they saw the body of their superior, crumbling like an old, rotten tree.
A hole the size of a thumbnail was pierced in his forehead.
Something seemed to hit the back of their heads.
A master capable of making a name for himself anywhere in the world, killed by an unseen strike.
Before anyone could recover from the shock, a figure leaped onto the castle wall.
And in the next moment…
Shshshshsh!
In the darkness, a light bearing death struck down like a thunderbolt.
* * *
The First Commander was on the verge of madness. No, he had already been mad for over fifty years, and now he was becoming even more insane.
“Why! Why! Why!”
Boom! Boom boom!
The blood-red energy from the twin axes in his hands slashed and hacked in all directions.
The once-sturdy pavilion where the head of the Sichuan Tang Clan had resided was already in ruins.
Amidst the chaos, one figure moved freely.
“Hup! Ha! Ho!”
With strange sounds, Cheong-pung jumped around, dodging the energy strikes, making the First Commander’s eyes roll back in anger.
“Damn brat…!”
It was enough to drive him mad.
His opponent was a young man not yet thirty. Even if he had received the Sword Saint’s teachings and reached the transcendent realm in his twenties, the gap brought by time could not be ignored.
The First Commander was an old monster from the previous generation, possessing extreme martial power and experience. He initially felt no real threat.
‘The Sword Saint raised quite a pupil. It makes sense why the Demon Lord mentioned him. But he’s still far from being a match for me.’
However, the smile on his lips soon turned into rage.
“Die! Just die already!”
With a crazed shout, the twin axes descended. The net of red energy fell over Cheong-pung’s head.
Red Asura Net. One of the ultimate techniques left by the Red Asura, who stained the martial world with blood three hundred years ago.
The demon, chased by the martial world, met his end in an unknown cave in Kirin Mountain, and the three brothers who hid there learned his martial arts, becoming the Three Evils of Kirin Mountain.
And now, the Red Asura Net, which no one had wielded since the Red Asura, was being re-enacted by the First Commander’s twin axes.
Shiiing!
It was at that moment.
Cheong-pung’s eyes, focusing on the red energy net from all directions, deepened.
Swaaah-
A refreshing breeze blew. Simultaneously, the sword covered in purple energy sliced through the net diagonally.
Slash!
Cheong-pung’s single sword easily broke through the ultimate Red Asura Net, leaving the First Commander speechless.
“You, you knew the Red Asura’s martial arts?”
No martial art is perfect.
Although the Red Asura’s techniques were all considered ultimate skills, they had weaknesses known only to the Three Evils.
Yet, the young man before him had seen through it all.
“Answer me now!”
Cheong-pung’s reply was short and straightforward.
“Who’s the Red Asura? Never heard of him.”
“What…?”
“Oh, you mean that just now?”
Cheong-pung tilted his head and continued.
“I just saw it.”
“Y-you saw it?”
“If you keep watching, you’ll understand. It took longer because your techniques are more complex and your power is greater.”
“It took longer?”
“Yes. But I think I don’t need to anymore.”
Cheong-pung’s final words hinted at something the First Commander realized the next moment.
Shiiing!
A purple flash filled his vision.
Before he could react, Cheong-pung’s sword was already moving.
Thud!
The soft but powerful strike met the First Commander’s twin axes, deflecting them aside, then struck another axe aimed at Cheong-pung’s side.
Boom!
The impact made the First Commander stagger. He was stunned as he retreated.
‘What just happened?’
Papat!
Cheong-pung shot forward.
His clear eyes were deep and calm, and his sword emitted a purple aura like the setting sun.
Whiiiish!
The descending strike aimed at the First Commander’s head made him realize something.
‘This is…’
There was no doubt. It was the Red Asura’s technique, but now transformed into a sword form.
In just a short time, Cheong-pung had not only seen through and countered the First Commander’s techniques but was also making them his own.
‘How can this be!’
The First Commander, filled with disbelief, swung his axes desperately.
Although his reaction was slower due to the shock, he wasn’t unable to counterattack.
Or so he thought until Cheong-pung’s sword moved again.
Whoooosh-
The graceful yet destructive sword technique flowed like falling petals. Thirty-six blossoms of plum flowers bloomed from the tip of the sword, falling gently through the air.
One martial art came to the First Commander’s mind.
‘Plum Blossom Thirty-Six Swords!’
At that moment, he realized.
‘There’s no way to avoid this.’
Shhhshshsh!
The thirty-six plum blossoms, or rather the energy, enveloped the First Commander’s entire body.
With blood spraying out like mist,
The First Commander, his body torn apart, staggered backward.
Looking at Cheong-pung with eyes filled with fear,
“Cough, you… you…”
“It’s a relief that it’s raining.”
Cheong-pung took a step forward, his voice calm and serene.
“I hate the smell of blood.”
Splash.
Cheong-pung’s foot stepped into the red puddle of rain and blood. The First Commander screamed in agony.
“Anyone! Is there anyone out there? Get this bastard immediately…!”
At that moment, a low voice whispered into his ear.
“Don’t bother calling. No one is here.”
….
There were no footsteps, no presence, but he was there.
The raindrops pouring from above shattered into pieces in the air before they could reach him.
“Who the hell are you…”
Slash!
The First Commander’s head flew into the air. Cheong-pung, with a firm expression, looked at the figure standing resolutely before him.
“I should be the one asking. Who are you?”
Cheong-pung spoke with a trembling voice.
“Moon Kyung.”