Murim Login - Chapter 368
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The boy, or rather, the one named Moon Kyung, looked down at his feet.
Countless gazes were fixed on him in disbelief. Among them, a familiar face stood out.
Even though they had only met once long ago, it wasn’t difficult to recognize him.
“It’s been a while, Fire King.”
At his greeting, the Fire King Jeok Cheon-Gang’s eyes trembled with emotion.
“…So it’s really you.”
The world’s greatest assassin, who had inspired not just contempt and scorn but also awe among countless martial artists, had vanished one day, never to be seen again.
At least, not until just now.
“Why are you here…”
“A lot has happened. Truly a lot. Don’t you agree?”
His question was directed at an old man. The man, who had been staring at the divine physician Dong Bong with an indescribable look, parted his lips.
“Fortunately, I’m not too late.”
The voice that emerged from his lips resonated throughout the heavens and the earth.
Liuhuo Transmission.
As the immense martial art unfolded before their eyes, a shiver ran down Dong Bong’s spine.
“You are too late.”
A word filled with regret followed.
“To turn back the years.”
“How can it be helped? Picking up spilled water is a hard task.”
“Do you not regret it?”
“Regret…”
At his disciple’s words, he lifted his head to the sky.
The rain, which had seemed like it would pour forever, and the dark clouds that had blocked the sunlight, were gone, revealing the blue sky.
‘Is this your will?’
A question directed at someone watching the world from above.
But no answer came.
As always.
‘Truly… damn it.’
He closed his eyes gently. Memories of blood and struggle flashed by in the darkness.
His past life as an assassin, raised to kill. His inherent fate made him kill, and his human nature made him hate killing.
At the end of the great war that stained the continent with blood, the old assassin buried his weapons and lived as a physician for such reasons.
But…
Had it ended this way after all?
With a small murmur, he opened his eyes.
The soft, white hand of a boy.
The reverse aging that came years ago might have changed his appearance, but it couldn’t erase the scent of blood ingrained in his hands.
“I lived as a physician for over forty years. I wished to die as a physician.”
The voice, filled with immense power, thundered through the air. The black-clad men, their spirits shaken, staggered.
“But why did you come here?”
The killing intent that seemed to raise every hair on their bodies made the vice commander, who had been frozen in place, speak in a trembling voice.
“Even if you are indeed the Killing Star, this is not your concern.”
“Not my concern?”
He threw the bag he had been holding.
Thud, something bounced out of the bag and landed at the vice commander’s feet.
“This, this is…”
It was the heads of two people. Despite their different faces, the wide-open eyes and twisted expressions were identical.
As if they were twins born on the same day.
The vice commander’s gaze fixed on one of them.
“The commander!”
As the vice commander gasped at the sight of the First Commander’s head, the man slowly began to speak.
“Let me ask you one thing. Was the one in Qingcheng the second or the third of the Three Evils of Kirin Mountain?”
Only then did the vice commander understand.
Why there had been no word from the Qingcheng Sect. Why the brothers who should have returned after the emergency signal were nowhere to be seen.
In the end, there was only one path left for him. With a flash of insight, he shouted with all his might.
“Everyone, attack! Kill him…”
Slash.
The vice commander’s cry was cut short.
As a breeze passed his neck, he stumbled, and behind him, there stood someone.
‘Is this really… a human’s movement?’ The last thought crossed his mind.
Unable to recognize the Phantom Killing Step performed by the greatest assassin of all time, his only fate was death.
Spurt!
Blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain. As his collapsing body was brushed aside, the man took a step forward. At the same time, a breeze scented with blood blew.
Slash, slash, slash!
The heads of the black-clad men who had been watching their superior’s death with dazed faces flew into the air.
Before the blood droplets even hit the ground, something pale and ghostly had passed through them.
“The life I longed for so much.”
He muttered lowly, stretching out his hands. Thin, long threads flowed from his ten fingers.
Beautiful yet destructive threads of qi.
“Why did you…”
Swoosh!
As his ten curved fingers slashed through the air, the qi tore through the space.
Everything in its path was cut and shattered. The armor, weapons, limbs, and heads were sent flying in all directions.
In a world frozen with blood and death, only one person moved freely.
“Did you wake me?”
Gripped by lament and anger, he was no longer the cheerful boy nor the physician who had bequeathed the name of divine healer to his disciple.
Before he became the divine healer, before he met the young carpenter who had lost his family to a plague, and before he buried his weapons and left the martial world, he was now that man again.
“Killing Star…!”
Someone screamed the name.
With eyes deeper than the abyss, he swung his arms. The storm that had formed swept over a hundred black-clad men.
Boom!
* * *
To the east of the Sichuan Tang Clan’s grounds lay a high hill.
From this vantage point, the entire clan grounds could be seen. There was a small watchtower, and warriors took turns keeping watch. Or they had.
Plop, plop.
Drops of blood from the watchtower fell on the grass. Some slid down the hill and touched someone’s hand.
A hand wrinkled with age and tinted green from years of practicing poison arts.
The owner of the hand was the current head of the Sichuan Tang Clan, the Ten Thousand Poison Asura, Tang Sa-Dok.
“Cough.”
Blood spilled from his dry lips. His eyes, always cold and powerful, now seemed like they could extinguish at any moment.
“Is this how it ends?”
Tang Sa-Dok muttered in a faint voice.
Everything was racing towards the end. His life. The glorious history of the Sichuan Tang Clan.
“The main house, built over hundreds of years… crumbling in a single day.”
Tang Sa-Dok’s lament was empty. He didn’t even have the energy left to feel anger or sorrow.
With his limbs shattered and suffering from severe internal injuries, the only thing left for the old head was to lean against an unknown tree and watch his clan’s downfall.
‘This is my final gift to you.’
The face of the middle-aged man with a smile flashed before Tang Sa-Dok’s eyes.
The middle-aged man, the Western Heavenly Demon, had not kept his promise. For him, the fall of the Sichuan Tang Clan was a predetermined event from the beginning.
“Ugh. Kuaah!”
The internal fire worsened his injuries. Tang Sa-Dok coughed up a bucketful of blood.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
It was an apology to the ancestors of the Sichuan Tang Clan, to the servants who had lost their lives because of an incompetent head, and to Jin Taekyung and his group, who had likely met a terrible death at the hands of the Western Heavenly Demon by now.
Of course, none of them would be able to hear Tang Sa-Dok’s voice.
‘When we meet in the afterlife, I will personally apologize.’
As he mumbled in his mind,
He sensed a presence approaching through the bushes.
No, it wasn’t human. Only when it came right up to his nose did Tang Sa-Dok realize who this strange presence belonged to.
Hiss, hiss.
A snake with a triangular head and a horned body slithered into Tang Sa-Dok’s lap.
“Hah, haha.”
Tang Sa-Dok laughed weakly, both joyful and exhausted.
“So it was you.”
Hiss.
The thousand-year-old venomous snake, Mimi, hissed as if replying to its master. Its cold tongue licked the blood sticking to his beard.
“Clever creature, how did you find your way here?”
Tang Sa-Dok gazed at his pet snake with blurry eyes.
He had released it out of concern that it might get hurt during the chaos. He never expected to see it again.
And… he never thought their final farewell would be like this.
Rumble!
A tremendous sound and vibration reached the hill. The earth rose, and the trees shook their branches.
Tang Sa-Dok lifted his head, trying to locate the source of the sound, but his already blurred vision couldn’t see what was happening.
He could only infer one thing.
‘The time has come.’
The thunderous noise was different from the Jincheonroe. The final demise of the Sichuan Tang Clan was upon them.
Tang Sa-Dok opened and closed his eyes slowly.
“Leave.”
Hiss?
The triangular head tilted to one side.
“Both I and the Sichuan Tang Clan have little time left. If you stay here, you will also suffer.”
Tang Sa-Dok was the head of the Sichuan Tang Clan. Even if the Western Heavenly Demon didn’t come, someone would surely check on his life or death.
He could easily imagine what the villains would do when they saw the thousand-year-old venomous snake next to its master.
“So go, quickly!”
He wanted to shout, but his voice, squeezed out, was barely audible.
However, the thousand-year-old venomous snake, an intelligent creature that had accompanied Tang Sa-Dok for many years, understood its master’s final wish.
Plop, plop.
Moist drops fell on Tang Sa-Dok’s wrinkled hand.
Leaving a few tears behind, the snake named Mimi slithered away, its white body disappearing into the undergrowth.
As the presence faded, a bitter smile appeared on Tang Sa-Dok’s lips.
“Yes, go safely.”
In his youth, he had roamed the battlefields, and after the war, he had spent his life helping his father, the Poison King, rebuild the Sichuan Tang Clan.
He had always been cool-headed and meticulous, leaving no room for close friends, lovers, or even a blood-related successor.
Without the faithful spirit creature by his side, he wouldn’t have endured the loneliness all these years.
‘From today, your name is Mimi, Tang Mimi.’
He had given the tiny thousand-year-old venomous snake the Tang family name when they first met.
Even though they had different blood and species, Tang Mimi was recognized as a member of the Sichuan Tang Clan by its master.
‘I’ve lost everything but managed to save only you. Hahaha.’
Tang Sa-Dok laughed hollowly, blinking his eyes.
In his fading senses, he heard distant roars and someone’s scream from the hill below.
It was the final struggle of those trying to prevent the complete destruction of the clan.
‘I am still here. I, Tang Sa-Dok, the head of the Sichuan Tang Clan! Come to me!’
The blood-curdling shout remained stuck on his tongue.
Tang Sa-Dok felt the strength slowly draining from his body. His heavy eyelids drooped lower and lower.
‘I’m so tired.’
How about closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep?
Perhaps after a short nap, he would awaken in the ancestral hall and see the familiar faces of his household.
If all that had happened, including his father’s death, was just a butterfly’s dream, how wonderful it would be.
‘Yes, if only…’
Slowly, Tang Sa-Dok’s trembling eyelids finally shut.
No, just as they were about to close completely.
“Mimi! Lightning Strike!”
Hiss! Hiss!
What nonsense is this?
Tang Sa-Dok involuntarily opened his eyes wide.
In his brightened vision, he saw a young man running toward him and the white body of Mimi shooting like an arrow.
“You, who are you?”
“Wow! I found a wild Tang elder!”
Tang Sa-Dok blinked at the sight of Cheong-pung, his face covered in blood but smiling brightly.
“W-what is happening? How are you…”
Cheong-pung answered energetically.
“Mimi! Spin Attack!”
Hiss!
If Tang Sa-Dok had even a sliver of strength left, he would have cursed out loud.
Realizing his mistake, Cheong-pung and Mimi bowed their heads.
“Oh, sorry.”
Hiss.
Tang Sa-Dok, who had been staring blankly at the bizarre pair, finally managed to speak.
“What about the main house? What happened to the clan?”
“They’re all dead.”
“What? Not the people of the Sichuan Tang Clan, the black-clad men of Dark Heaven.”
You should have said that first!
Tang Sa-Dok, speechless from shock and anger, suddenly felt Cheong-pung’s hand pressing on his Mingmen acupoint. A warm sensation spread through his body like a spring breeze.
“Cheong-pung! Energy Transfer Technique!”
This kid, really…
Tang Sa-Dok wanted to ask what was going on, but this time, he couldn’t resist the overwhelming sleepiness.
Just before his eyelids closed, a gentle voice like a spring breeze reached his ears.
“It’s all over now. You can rest easy.”
It was a voice signaling the end of a long and dark day.