Murim Login - Chapter 370
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The Sichuan Tang Clan was long known for its secrecy.
Even well-known figures could not easily come and go, and because they feared that outsiders who married into the family might leak their martial arts secrets and other confidential information, they adopted a practice of having men marry into the Tang family and take on the Tang surname.
This tradition had sustained the Tang Clan for centuries, and yet, the gates of this secretive clan had been thrown wide open only seven days ago.
“Hey, set that pillar straight!”
“We’ll pull on three. Ready? One, two—!”
Muscular laborers pulled on ropes, carrying stones and timber. On the spacious grounds, the foundation stones, still stained with dark red blood, began to take the shape of a new building.
Some distance away, dozens of monks gathered to chant prayers.
“May all beings be free from suffering, and may Amitabha Buddha guide them to the Pure Land…”
The monks, with their heads cleanly shaven and eyes sharp with energy, were nuns of the Emei Sect. In front of them, countless wooden coffins were engulfed in flames, burning fiercely.
“May you all find peace in the afterlife. We will never forget your honor and spirits.”
Days and nights passed, yet the flames showed no sign of dying down.
The number of casualties from the Three Sect Blood Massacre was vast, and the Sichuan Tang Clan had suffered particularly grievous losses.
*Sigh…*
“Myo Ryeong-sa, you look exhausted. Perhaps you should rest for a moment…”
“No, Daoist Master Myeongjin. I’m just doing what needs to be done. Please, continue.”
The Daoist, who had been watching the pale-faced middle-aged nun, nodded heavily.
A moment later, a group of martial artists carrying dozens of coffins walked by in a solemn procession.
Among them were Taoists from the Qingcheng Sect, disciples from various smaller sects, and even beggars with dirt-streaked faces.
Following them, a group of healers rushed past in a panic.
“The patient suddenly coughed up blood! I thought his condition had stabilized?”
“If I knew the cause, would I be here right now? His internal injuries are severe, but the symptoms are so strange…”
“Hurry, spread out and find the senior physician!”
Emei nuns, Qingcheng Taoists, beggars from the Beggars’ Sect, martial artists dispatched from various sects, and even carpenters, stonemasons, and commoners—all these people filled the Tang Clan’s estate, diligently carrying out their tasks.
From behind a tall pavilion with open windows, a young beggar, Gung Gi-Bang, murmured in a tired voice as he watched the scene unfold.
“Never in my life did I think I’d see such a sight. And here, at the Sichuan Tang Clan, no less.”
Lying on a bed, Hyeok Mujin replied.
“Stop just watching and go help out, will you? Stop slacking off just because you’re a Hu Gae.”
“Slacking off?”
Gung Gi-Bang glared, pointing to his own body.
His upper body was wrapped in layers of white bandages, and a temporary splint was fixed to one of his legs. These were the honorable wounds he had sustained in the battle against the Three Devils.
“Do I look like I’m slacking off? Huh?”
“Are you the only one who got hurt?”
Snorting, Hyeok Mujin wriggled his body like a worm, showing off.
Unlike Gung Gi-Bang, who was bandaged only on his upper body, Hyeok Mujin was wrapped from head to toe in bandages, resembling a mummy.
“This is what it means to be truly injured. Now, people can see and say, ‘Ah, this guy really went through something.’ Got it?”
“……”
Gung Gi-Bang trembled in frustration. Clearly, the fact that he wasn’t as severely injured was a testament to his superior martial arts skills, but for some reason, he felt strangely defeated.
“I’ve already had my bandages changed five times!”
“I’m lucky to be alive. And besides, the reason you had to change yours so often is because you’re so filthy. I heard the healer who was helping you fainted from exhaustion. Is that true?”
“Enough. No point in talking more; it’s just going to make the air stink. Speaking of which, next time, try brushing your teeth. Every time I talk to you, it feels like I’m speaking into the rear end of a stray dog.”
What a vicious tongue.
Gung Gi-Bang, at a loss for words for a moment, looked up at the ceiling and lamented.
“The Three Devils should’ve killed you.”
“What? That’s crossing the line.”
“How did a guy like you survive that battle? I still can’t figure it out.”
“If you’re really curious, why don’t you stick around with our team leader for two years?”
“…No thanks.”
While Gung Gi-Bang and Hyeok Mujin frequently bickered, they did share one common opinion—regarding Jin Taekyung.
A man like a storm, capable of surviving any crisis with an indomitable will and determination.
And now, seeing the immense martial prowess Jin Taekyung had acquired, it was hard to believe he was the same person.
‘But there is someone else like that.’
‘Yeah, that guy.’
Both men’s heads turned simultaneously in the same direction.
“Mi-Mi, do a whirlwind!”
*Swish!*
“Good job, Mi-Mi! Now, try flying!”
*Swish?*
“Ah, I guess that doesn’t work. Then, how about…”
Hyeok Mujin and Gung Gi-Bang watched in disbelief. The strange young man trying to make a snake fly—was he really the Fire Dragon of Mount Hua, who single-handedly defeated Il-Goe, the strongest of the Three Devils?
“Hey, Gung So-hyeop.”
“What?”
“Do you have to be a bit crazy to become a supreme master?”
“…I don’t know. Honestly, I really don’t know anymore.”
Gung Gi-Bang evaded the question.
His master was known for his eccentricity, but Jin Taekyung and Cheongpung were on a whole different level.
Looking at the Sword Saint and the Fire King, one might think that the disciples resemble their masters.
“But what on earth is that snake?”
“A snake with such a large horn can only be one thing—a Thousand-Year Poisonous Horned Serpent.”
“I remember reading in the Encyclopedia of Spirit Beasts as a kid that it was supposed to be a fearsome creature, jet-black and filled with deadly poison.”
Cheongpung shouted out.
“Mi-Mi, lie down!”
*Swish!*
“Looking at it now, it seems more like a pet than a venomous creature.”
“Exactly.”
“But why is Cheong So-hyeop here? He didn’t even seem to be injured.”
“Didn’t you hear that loud noise outside earlier? Apparently, he tried to help and ended up destroying a whole pavilion.”
“…Oh.”
Both men were left speechless as they lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.
Despite the destruction of several buildings, the pavilion, which was serving as a temporary medical room for critical patients, miraculously remained intact.
As the smell of medicinal herbs wafted in from somewhere, Hyeok Mujin murmured softly.
“It feels like a dream.”
“Yeah, it does.”
It had been seven days since the Three Sect Blood Massacre.
The black-clad warriors of Amcheon, who had stained the lands of Sichuan with blood, had mostly been killed or captured by the vast Heaven and Earth Net that the Sichuan martial world had deployed. Even the elusive Three Devils had been caught by a mysterious figure. The short war was over.
But…
“This doesn’t feel like the end. What do you think, Gung So-hyeop?”
“Are you kidding? If this were the end, I’d burn my hand on the stove.”
It wasn’t just the two of them; everyone felt the looming threat.
In just over two months, Hunan and Sichuan had been drenched in blood.
Soon, news of the Three Sect Blood Massacre would spread to the farthest corners of the continent, and the people of the world would realize it.
That the dark cloud of Amcheon had crept closer than they thought.
This was the undeniable beginning of a chaotic era, and heroes were born in such times.
Hyeok Mujin’s gaze naturally turned toward the closed door.
“When do you think the team leader will wake up, Gung So-hyeop?”
“I don’t know. According to Moon Kyung, there’s nothing wrong, so we just have to wait.”
“Now that you mention it, Moon Kyung is skilled, but isn’t it a bit much to leave the team leader in his care?”
“Well, the senior physicians are busy. Master Jeok Cheon-Gang is still recovering his strength, and there are so many critical patients like Tang Sasuk, so it can’t be helped.”
“I understand, I really do. But still, Moon Kyung is… How much can a kid that age know?”
At Hyeok Mujin’s concerned words, Cheongpung suddenly lifted his head.
“Whoa, stop! You’ll get killed.”
“Cheong So-hyeop?”
“What you just said, Moon Kyung… No, especially don’t say that in front of him.”
“What? Why so suddenly?”
“Just don’t. Really, don’t.”
As Hyeok Mujin and Gung Gi-Bang looked at each other in confusion, Cheongpung suddenly gasped.
“Mi-Mi! Where did you go, Mi-Mi?”
In the moment he had looked away, the Thousand-Year Poisonous Horned Serpent had disappeared, and Cheongpung was frantically searching for it. At that moment, a stifled cry came from behind the tightly closed door.
“Gah! You damn snake!”
The three men’s gazes met in mid-air.
Simultaneously, several voices called out from outside the pavilion, echoing through the halls.
“Eui!”
“Team Leader!”
“Jin Taekyung!”
The commotion outside grew as people stopped what they were doing.
“Did you hear that?”
“Could he have woken up?”
“Quick, inform the Sect Leader!”
* * *
I had a nightmare.
In pitch-black darkness, a snake slowly tightened its grip around my neck.
I couldn’t breathe, and my vision began to blur.
Then, in the next moment, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and opened my eyes.
“Gah!”
*Swish.*
What the… What the hell?
My brain froze for three seconds.
Finally realizing the nightmare’s true form, I grabbed hold of the horned snake coiled around my neck.
“You damn snake!”
Whether its name was Mi-Mi, the Thousand-Year Poisonous Horned Serpent, or whatever else didn’t matter. From now on, this bastard’s name is “Soju.”
“You’re going to live on water alone from now on—only *Chamisul* for you.” [1]
Just as I was about to swing it down hard and slam it into the ground, the tightly closed door burst open, and someone rushed in.
“Savior—!”
Cheongpung’s voice echoed, rattling my skull.
Behind him, I saw Hyeok Mujin wriggling like a worm and Gung Gi-Bang hopping in on one leg.
“Team Leader!”
“Jin Taekyung!”
“…What happened to you two?”
Hyeok Mujin, with a bounce in his step, replied energetically.
“The Three Devils. That crazy old man did this to me.”
Gung Gi-Bang kindly added.
“It’s a miracle we survived. This crazy guy mixed stones into his attacks and hurled them at the Three Devils. If the Seven Immortals hadn’t intervened, he would’ve been torn apart.”
Who are the Three Devils, and who are the Seven Immortals? The only Seon-ja I knew was the name of my high school discipline teacher…
‘These madmen.’
The relief of having survived the underground prison was short-lived. I felt a headache coming on and clutched my forehead.
They were supposed to stay in the physician’s quarters, but they couldn’t help themselves and went out to fight.
It’s a miracle they survived, but what if they’d died?
“Are you all suicidal? What kind of trouble did you get into this time?”
“…What? Why?”
Why do they look like that?
Except for Cheongpung, the three of us exchanged bewildered glances.
“Is there a problem?”
“Of course, there is.”
“You’re the one who told us to go rescue the Emei Sect.”
The first answer came from Gung Gi-Bang, and the next from Hyeok Mujin.
Both were nonsense, so I furrowed my brow in confusion.
“What are you talking about? Me?”
Yeah. I’m sure Moon Kyung told us. Did you hit your head?”
No way.
The moment I woke up, I could feel it. The immense energy surging through my body.
My vision was clear, and I could vividly sense the energy of nature surrounding me.
‘This is… transcendent power…’
I wanted to test this power right away. And to check the system messages that must have piled up like a mountain.
But before that, I needed to ask one thing instead of listening to this nonsense.
“…Is everyone safe?”
They knew exactly who I meant by “everyone.”
With a bright smile, Cheongpung answered by throwing open the large window.
“See for yourself, Savior.”
As if in a trance, I slowly walked toward the window.
A warm spring breeze brushed my face, and an unusually quiet air greeted me as I poked my head out the window.
“Ah…”
Looking down, I was at a loss for words.
There were people there.
Nuns, Taoists, artisans like carpenters, and even physicians in white robes. The countless gazes directed at me shared a single emotion.
‘Reverence.’
In the next moment, as if by prearranged agreement, they all paid their respects.
Some clasped their hands in a fist salute, others bowed their heads slightly, and some prostrated themselves deeply.
And then, a powerful voice echoed as one.
“Greetings to the Blazing Fire Dragon!”
A shiver ran down my spine, from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.
*Ding.*
—Your achievements and fame will resonate throughout all of Zhongyuan.
—You have earned a new title!
As the system alerts rang in my ears, I spotted someone far in the distance.
—Well done.
I smiled along with Jeok Cheon-Gang.
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Footnotes:
[1] Chamisul is a popular brand of soju, a clear, distilled alcoholic beverage that is very popular in Korea. It is similar to vodka but typically has a lower alcohol content, usually around 16-25%. Chamisul is one of the most recognized soju brands in Korea.