Murim Login - Chapter 118

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Chapter 118
“Did you enjoy taking the medicine all by yourself?”
“What?”
“I asked if you enjoyed taking the medicine all by yourself.”
Pung Yang let out a hollow laugh.
This mere brat, barely past his coming of age, had a tongue far too short for his station. Born as the youngest young master of the Taewon Jin Family and hailed as a Sleeping Dragon, had he become so blind with arrogance that he saw nothing else?
“That bastard, heh.”
The empty laughter faded quickly, replaced by eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“Will you weep when you see the coffin?”
Jin Tae-kyung’s eyes widened.
“Wow, hearing that line actually said aloud feels really strange. Say it again.”
“You’re the type who won’t listen to words.”
Pung Yang approached with an unhurried gait, contemplating how to extract a plea for mercy from the young master’s mouth.
His usual method was to extract the tongue and methodically shatter the limbs. But could he treat such a valuable body—one who knew the martial techniques of the Taewon Jin Family—so carelessly?
A reasonable compromise was necessary.
‘If I sever the meridians in his legs, he’ll become docile.’
I had already crossed a point of no return with the Taewon Jin Family. Once this battle ended, I planned to retreat to a Deep Mountain Valley where no human foot could reach, refine my martial arts, and then emerge into the Murim once more.
The Red Wind Gang had been annihilated, but I could always gather forces again. The Murim was a place ruled by the strong, after all.
“This is all of your own making, so don’t blame me.”
It was then that Pung Yang gripped his curved blade.
“Ah, wait a moment.”
Jin Tae-kyung waved his hand and tossed something into his mouth.
The gesture was so natural that Pung Yang couldn’t help but pause.
‘What is he doing?’
The question lasted only a moment.
Jin Tae-kyung’s entire body trembled once, and an enormous heat began to surge forth from every inch of his frame.
* * *
In truth, I had only one choice available to me. To stake everything on a final gamble with the Crimson Flame Divine Pill.
Though the risk was considerable, it was infinitely preferable to spilling my martial secrets to Pung Yang and dying.
Gulp.
True to its name as a divine pill, it melted the moment it touched my tongue and slid down my throat. The real problem began after that.
Ding.
–
[Crimson Flame Divine Pill]
has been consumed.
–
[Regulate your energy with
Breathing Technique].
Scorching heat. The thirty years of accumulated power contained within the Crimson Flame Divine Pill spread through my limbs and meridians like wildfire.
– Temporarily
[Blazing Yang Pearl]
attribute has been granted to you.
– Temporarily,
[Internal Energy]
has increased to 45 years.
– If you cannot control the energy, death may result!
– Quest,
[Spirit Pearl Absorption]
has been created.
I had no time to check the endless system notifications. Simply controlling the raging energy of the Blazing Yang Pearl within my body demanded all my attention.
“Huff, huff, hufffffff.”
I felt like a human pressure cooker. Smoke billowed from every inch of my body as if I were literally on fire.
The snow covering the ground beneath my feet melted away, and the damp earth turned to mud.
‘I expected this to some degree, but this is….’
It was far beyond imagination. Unable even to scream, my body trembling violently, Pung Yang’s voice pierced through to my ears.
“What have you done!”
Seeing the panic on his face, the heat within me actually seemed to subside slightly.
I forced my lips upward into a smile and answered.
“What have I done? I’m just seeing how far I can go.”
“You bastard!”
Perhaps sensing something ominous in my answer, Pung Yang’s curved blade flew toward me at blinding speed. The crimson blade energy that extended forth aimed straight for my chest.
Whoosh!
Death narrowly missed me by half a step. The curved blade, having missed its target, traced another dizzying arc.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Yet again, the curved blade cut through empty air. Pung Yang’s face twisted as he watched me retreat backward.
“You…!”
“What, you bastard.”
I answered with feigned composure, but truthfully, I was the most shocked. When we had clashed earlier, I hadn’t been able to evade so easily.
It was a different world from before, when I had been overwhelmed by Pung Yang’s dominating momentum and blade energy, barely managing to dodge.
‘When did my body become this light?’
The moment I thought I needed to evade an attack, my body moved faster than ever before. But that wasn’t all that had changed.
‘I can see it clearly.’
Every movement Pung Yang made was visible to me, readable. With the attacks visible, there was nothing I couldn’t dodge. I felt I could even evade blade force, let alone blade energy.
I finally understood the reason.
‘It’s because of my internal energy.’
The fifteen years of internal energy I previously possessed had merged with the thirty years from the Blazing Yang Pearl. Though I couldn’t perfectly control it, that didn’t mean the power of thirty years of internal energy disappeared.
Like an inflated balloon, the Blazing Yang Pearl’s energy filled my entire body.
‘The problem is, I don’t know when this balloon will burst.’
So before it does, I must bring down Pung Yang.
Feeling the heat roiling within me, I adjusted my grip on the iron staff.
“Come at me.”
Pung Yang bit his lip.
“A mere child already brimming with arrogance. You’re nowhere near my level.”
“You seem quite nervous for someone saying that.”
“A beast gives its all even when hunting a rabbit.”
“But a beast doesn’t consume Sleeping Dragon Pills when hunting rabbits.”
“…!”
Shock flashed across Pung Yang’s face. The man, who had been staring at me with his mouth agape, stammered out a question.
“You… you said Sleeping Dragon Pills?”
“That’s right. Sleeping Dragon Pills.”
“How do you know that name?”
“Trade secret, you bastard.”
“Could it be that you also…?”
“Well, I’ve consumed something similar.”
I wondered if he’d recognize it if I mentioned the Crimson Flame Pills.
Compared to Sleeping Dragon Pills, their stability was utterly abysmal, and I was about to discover just how effective they truly were.
“You’re finished.”
With those final words, I kicked off the ground.
Whoooosh!
* * *
Pung Yang was deeply troubled.
‘How does he know of the Sleeping Dragon Pills’ existence?’
The existence of Sleeping Dragon Pills was a secret to be carried to the grave.
It was a hidden trump card that might one day save his life, but if revealed to the world, it would spark a bloodbath—such a miraculous treasure would inevitably draw the attention of every martial artist under heaven.
Just knowing that it could amplify a user’s power twofold or threefold would make every master in the realm salivate and rush forward.
But there was an even greater problem.
‘It’s the legacy of the Demonic Heretical Way.’
After the Great Righteous Confrontation, the entire Murim fell under the grip of the Orthodox Martial Arts World.
If rumors spread that Pung Yang had inherited the secrets of the Demonic Heretical Way, it wouldn’t be just the Taewon Jin Family hunting him—it would be all of Murim.
‘Shanxi Sleeping Dragon Jin Tae-kyung… I must kill him to eliminate this threat.’
Pung Yang gritted his teeth and unleashed his martial arts.
The Crimson Blood Twelve Blades—a tyrannical technique that had reached the seventh mastery through mere years of training. It was more than sufficient to kill this mere child, who was lacking in both age and martial prowess.
“Die!”
Swish—!
The Crimson Blood Twelve Blades, a domineering art born from curved blade techniques, unleashed a torrent of crimson energy that slashed at everything around it. The terrifying momentum cracked the earth and tore through the air itself.
But the target that should have been struck was already gone.
Jin Tae-kyung, evading the attack by mere half a step, thrust his spear forward.
Whoooosh!
The spearpoint, aiming for his throat, drove forward. Pung Yang barely twisted his head to dodge, and a chill ran down his spine.
‘He’s fast.’
Fast and precise. While he hadn’t yet reached the realm of sword energy wounding flesh—the hallmark of a peak master—his movements were already catching up to mine.
‘Could this bastard have also taken a Sleeping Dragon Pill? No. It’s completely different from mine.’
Pung Yang had experience consuming Sleeping Dragon Pills multiple times before.
From the sight of Jin Tae-kyung’s entire body flushed crimson, I could tell that what he’d swallowed wasn’t a Sleeping Dragon Pill.
‘Then what on earth could it be… Wait!’
Pung Yang couldn’t continue his thoughts. Finally seizing the initiative, Jin Tae-kyung had begun unleashing the Jin Family Spear Technique in earnest.
Whishshshshshshk!
Dozens of spear shadows poured down like a downpour. It was a sight that took one’s breath away. No, it wasn’t an illusion—it was genuinely suffocating.
A bead of sweat rolled down Pung Yang’s forehead.
‘This is…’
Scorching Yang Qi.
And such tremendous Scorching Yang Qi that it affected even himself, a peak master. Hang San-ho Chul Moo-baek, whom I’d fought earlier, was also a wielder of Scorching Yang Qi, but it was incomparable to what Jin Tae-kyung was now unleashing.
‘A Spirit Pill—he consumed a Scorching Yang lineage Spirit Pill!’
Whoooosh!
Recognizing it changed nothing. The dizzying heat and sharp attacks—Pung Yang, retreating in succession and desperately dodging the spear blade, bit his lip hard.
‘Losing to a mere brat like this!’
He had lived fiercely his entire life. Now, having consumed a Sleeping Dragon Pill, he found it shameful to be retreating before a young upstart who was only just beginning to make a name for himself.
That rage poured entirely into his curved saber. The saber energy blooming above the blade burned redder than ever before.
Whiiiing!
The Jin Family Spear Technique and the Red Blood Twelve Saber might differ in weapons and forms, but they shared the common trait of being tyrannical martial arts.
In the blink of an eye, Jin Tae-kyung’s iron spear and Pung Yang’s curved saber separated after more than a dozen fierce clashes.
“Hm.”
It was Jin Tae-kyung who retreated first. Blood dripped from his torn palms, and the heavy, sturdy iron spear had been sliced by the keen saber energy, leaving less than half intact.
“Fool.”
Pung Yang smiled with satisfaction. A martial artist losing his weapon meant defeat.
Even Hang San-ho Chul Moo-baek, who had established his own school using only fists and feet, had knelt before me. Jin Tae-kyung, who hadn’t yet crossed the threshold of peak mastery, was as good as dead the moment he lost his weapon.
“Did you really think you could defeat me in a direct confrontation?”
Jin Tae-kyung wiped the blood from his palms as he answered.
“No. Instead, I learned something valuable.”
“…Something valuable?”
“Yes. I learned your attack pattern.”
“Pattern? What?”
“Your attack pattern is strong-strong-strong-strong-strong.”
What nonsense was this?
I understood he was talking about my martial arts, but I’d never heard of this “pattern” thing before. And “strong-strong-strong-strong-strong”?
Pung Yang glared at Jin Tae-kyung with murderous eyes.
“I’ll sever your four limbs’ meridians as payment for that drivel.”
Jin Tae-kyung opened his mouth with an indifferent expression.
“You really love cutting and severing limbs. Are you a limb fetishist?”
“You little bastard…”
“This old bastard….”
Pung Yang drew a deep breath. He was a peak master, a man who had lived his entire life as the embodiment of cold rationality. Yet his voice, fracturing with rage, was beyond his control.
“You will die by my hand. Without fail.”
“I sometimes sever limbs. Sometimes I despise myself for being this way.”
He felt his patience shatter completely. In nearly a decade, he had never been consumed by anger to this degree.
“Krraaaagh!”
Pung Yang unleashed a sound that was neither scream nor roar, hurling himself forward like a madman.
Without technique or martial skill, he brought the curved blade crashing down upon Jin Tae-kyung’s crown with every ounce of his strength.
“Die!”
It was then—in Pung Yang’s blood-red eyes gleaming with murderous intent—that Jin Tae-kyung’s serene expression reflected back at him.
In that instant, clarity struck him like ice water dashed across his face.
‘Something is wrong.’
Pung Yang wrenched his power upward with all his might.
As his protective qi erupted, a hidden blade flashed brilliantly from Jin Tae-kyung’s previously empty palm.
Thunk!

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