Murim Login - Chapter 192

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Chapter 192
“Ah, damn it. This is absolute bullshit, seriously.”
…What?
Song Il thought he was dreaming.
Who was he? The Angry Sword Immortal Song Il. Even now that his master, the Feng Yun Sword Lord, had become the sect leader, he treated him with utmost respect and deference.
But what, damn it? Absolute bullshit?
‘Did I mishear?’
Jin Tae-kyung, the Shanxi Sleeping Dragon, the youngest of the Taewon Jin Family—a clan barely worth mentioning.
A mere brat who had only just come of age after the new year.
He could not believe that such a wretch would dare speak to him—a elder of the great Zhongnan Sect and one of the heroes of the Righteous-Demonic War—in such a manner.
No, he refused to accept it.
“…What did you just say?”
The faint hope he harbored shattered in the next instant with Jin Tae-kyung’s words.
“It’s bullshit. Absolute bullshit, I’m telling you! You bastards! At least have some restraint with your power plays.”
“….”
After spewing out a torrent of curses, Jin Tae-kyung turned to Jin Wi-kyung.
“I’m sorry. I know I should endure this even if it’s bullshit, but they’re being so damn unreasonable that it’s doubly infuriating. I just couldn’t let it slide.”
“To be honest, I found it infuriating too.”
Jin Wi-kyung’s single remark was the finishing stroke that completed the painting.
Light slowly kindled in Song Il’s eyes, eyes that had refused to accept this unbelievable situation. A blazing, fierce light.
It was an overwhelming rage he had not felt in a very long time.
“You wretches….”
Hot breath escaped through the teeth of Song Il, whose reason had abandoned him.
“You must have a death wish.”
Shing.
The blade that had cut down countless enemies revealed itself. Whether the Taewon Jin Family belonged to the righteous path, the demonic path, or the Demonic Heretical Way mattered not.
Had Song Il considered the consequences before acting, he would never have earned the epithet of the Angry Sword Immortal.
‘I will slaughter them all.’
Song Il harbored genuine killing intent. As if to prove it, formidable sword energy rippled forth like waves.
He who had trained in the Zhongnan Sect’s supreme technique, the Thirty-Six Celestial River Swords, his entire life.
Though he had not achieved perfect mastery, a single strike was more than sufficient to reduce these insolent wretches to six pieces.
‘You first.’
The first to die was already decided.
Jin Tae-kyung, the Shanxi Sleeping Dragon. I will chew that young wretch’s tongue to shreds and swallow it.
It was the moment Song Il’s bloodshot eyes prepared to unleash his sword energy.
“Kill him and you die too.”
A voice from nowhere froze Song Il’s body solid.
Not because of the meaning behind those words. He could not fathom where the voice had come from at all.
‘Impossible? For me?’
It was unthinkable.
Yet the voice that followed made it clear this situation was real.
“What’s a man your age doing, laying hands on a child like that? Tsk, tsk.”
Front, back, above, below, left, right.
Song Il could not discern from where the voice emanated. Its owner existed nowhere and everywhere at once.
‘This… this can’t be…’
The moment he grasped the voice’s true nature, his body trembled uncontrollably.
‘Six Harmonies Transmission!’
If sound transmission through inner force—whispers into the ear—belonged exclusively to peak masters, then Six Harmonies Transmission was a martial art granted only to those who had transcended beyond that realm.
The pinnacle of transcendence. A great stage accessible only to the rarest few among the chosen.
‘How could such a being…’
Why? Why was this person interfering with him?
Song Il shrieked convulsively.
“Who are you! I am Song Il, the Angry Sword Immortal, an elder of the Zhongnan Sect! Show yourself at once!”
“An elder? Kahahaha!”
Thunder-like laughter erupted from all directions. An unfathomable inner force whose depths could not be imagined.
Commoners without martial training cried out to the Jade Emperor and prostrated themselves, while martial artists trembled, seized by awe.
“Can you not hear my words!”
“Ahahaha! Oh, this is killing me!”
“You wretch!”
Consumed by rage and fear, Song Il’s eyes fell upon Jin Tae-kyung.
Unlike the others who cowered in shock, he alone gazed into empty space, a mysterious smile playing at his lips.
As if mocking Song Il himself.
‘That bastard!’
Whoooosh!
The sword energy that had faltered surged forth anew. Song Il pointed his blade at Jin Tae-kyung and called out, scanning his surroundings.
“Show yourself now! Or I’ll kill this one!”
The laughter that had shaken heaven and earth ceased abruptly.
“What? Kill him?”
“I’ll count to three.”
A triumphant smile bloomed at Song Il’s lips.
Though he knew neither who nor where this meddler was, Jin Tae-kyung was clearly their weakness. The panic evident in that voice proved it.
“One!”
“Ha, look at you. You’ve become quite the reckless fool in the time we haven’t met.”
Haven’t met?
Song Il’s mind raced. The way they spoke suggested an acquaintance, but…
‘Wait, that voice… could it be…’
Song Il flinched at the thought, but quickly gritted his teeth.
Impossible. That old demon couldn’t still be alive.
He pushed the fear aside and shouted loudly.
“Two!”
“Phew, fine. I’m leaving right now, so just wait! But if you lay even a single finger on him, I’ll make you pay!”
Song Il felt his strength drain away.
The gamble had paid off. This mysterious master of unparalleled skill wanted Jin Tae-kyung alive. And he was much farther away than expected.
“Fifty paces, stay back fifty paces. Come any closer and this boy is as good as dead….”
That was the moment.
“Three.”
Song Il doubted his own eyes and ears.
Barely three paces ahead, Jin Tae-kyung opened his mouth again with a composed expression.
“Three, I said. You deaf old dog? Lost your hearing?”
“You, you bastard. Do you have a death wish?”
“Try killing me. If you can.”
“…What?”
“You know what? If you can’t kill me with one strike, next it’s your turn.”
“…!”
“Let’s see who dies.”
Jin Tae-kyung smiled brightly and spread both arms wide.
“He’s coming.”
He’s coming. Those four words sent a chill racing down my spine.
It was the moment Song Il unconsciously took a step back.
Shwip—
A faint whisper of wind piercing the ear. An impossibly swift presence closing in from behind.
‘This is….’
Every hair on my body stood on end. The senses honed through countless brushes with death whispered to me. It’s already too late. Retreat now.
But.
‘I am the Angry Sword Immortal Song Il!’
Shrieeeeek!
The Thirty-Six Heavenly Swords, perfected through mastery. Twenty-four strands of sword energy erupted forth.
In the slowed world, Song Il’s wide eyes caught Jin Tae-kyung’s figure.
Shwish shwish shwish shwish shwish shwik!
Occupying twenty-four directions, he barely evaded the twenty-four sword energies that came rushing at him.
Torn clothing and droplets of blood scattered—these alone were the price paid to evade the Angry Sword Immortal’s single strike.
“This is impossible…!”
No further opportunity was granted to the astounded Song Il.
Something solid and scorching seized his wrist just as he attempted to unfold his second technique.
Crack!
“You damn bastard… didn’t I tell you not to lay a single finger on him?”
A voice turned cold. Two eyes burning not red but blue with fury.
Only then did Song Il understand.
That the sound of wind had ceased. And that he had touched someone he should never have touched.
“W-who are you, how did you….”
“You’ve grown quite a bit, you little Zhongnan Sect brat. Don’t you recognize your elders?”
The ancient monster who had once branded me with an indelible shame materialized from memory, standing before me in flesh and blood.
Song Il let out a piercing shriek.
“Fire King—!”
A sinister smile crept across Jeok Cheon-gang’s weathered lips.
“Yes. It is I.”
The first day of the year. The Fire King had descended upon the Taewon Jin Family.
* * *
Fire King Jeok Cheon-gang.
The weight carried in that name pressed down upon the hall. The Singular, the Three Stars, the Ten Kings.
They were gods towering above countless martial artists, stars in the firmament, and kings themselves—absolute beings closest to the title of Supreme Master of All Under Heaven.
Despite his shabby garments and diminutive frame, the presence emanating from Jeok Cheon-gang was that of a giant incarnate.
And the giant’s gaze turned toward me.
“You madman. Are you so desperate to die?”
I never thought I’d be so relieved to hear that voice. I simply collapsed where I stood.
“Phew, I nearly died.”
“Had the Old Master not intervened, you would have.”
“Yes, thank you. I will never forget this debt.”
Jeok Cheon-gang’s eyes narrowed at my hollow response.
“You’ve lost your fear in half a day. Do you wish to die?”
Half a day? Surely not.
Now that I thought about it, I had parted with Jeok Cheon-gang only this morning.
After such a tumultuous first day of the year, a single day felt like a month.
I answered in a hollow voice.
“If you intend to kill me, please postpone it as long as possible.”
“That is my intention.”
Jeok Cheon-gang turned his head and added,
“First, I must deal with this insolent wretch.”
Insolent wretch? How many people in the world could address the Sect Leader of Zhongnan and Elder in such a manner?
“Ah, ahhh…!”
The Angry Sword Immortal Song Il trembled violently in all his limbs.
From the way Jeok Cheon-gang spoke of him as a brat, it seemed they had known each other in the past, though clearly their relationship was far from cordial.
“It has been long. Tell me, did those broken bones of yours heal properly?”
“Y-y-you, how did you—”
“You? Surely you’re not addressing me that way?”
The Fire King blinked as if observing some curious creature, then let out a hollow laugh.
“You’ve grown quite bold.”
Smack.
A sight rarely witnessed even with coin.
Jeok Cheon-gang’s wrinkled hand delivered a slap to the Angry Sword Immortal’s cheek—so deliberately slow that he could see it coming, yet could not bring himself to evade it.
“I remember when I first laid eyes on you. You were nothing but a green, arrogant whelp.”
Smack.
“A disrespectful brat who relied on your sect’s prestige and caused trouble wherever you went—and now you claim to be an elder of the Zhongnan Sect?”
Smack.
“I once saved your worthless hide from certain death, and the gratitude you showed was laughable. You accused me of stealing your credit, didn’t you?”
Smack.
“Had it not been for your master’s plea, I would have broken your neck instead of your legs.”
Smack, smack, smack!
The gray-haired Angry Sword Immortal cowered like a beaten child beneath these ordinary slaps—not a shred of inner force behind them.
The eyes that once gleamed with the arrogance of a master were now drowning in humiliation, rage, and fear.
Jeok Cheon-gang spat the words as if looking upon vermin.
“You worthless fool. Did you eat your years of experience through a sewer?”
What do I do?
I’m starting to like this old man more and more.
Jin Wi-kyung and Hyuk Moo-jin were already gazing at Jeok Cheon-gang with the eyes of the utterly smitten.
“An elder of the Nine Major Sects and One Alliance, no less, intimidating commoners and wielding power to seal gates as you please? Your master would weep in the nine heavens if he saw this.”
“….”
“Who is the sect master now?”
The Angry Sword Immortal stammered his reply.
“M-my junior brother, sir. The Feng Yun Sword Lord….”
“The Feng Yun Sword Lord? A title I’ve never heard of in all my days. So that’s why a maggot like you struts about as an elder of the Zhongnan Sect?”
The audacity to treat the sect master of the Zhongnan Sect like a nobody.
The Angry Sword Immortal’s face twisted violently—not only had his sect been insulted, but he himself had been reduced to a maggot.
As he lowered his head in silence to hide his shame and fury, Jeok Cheon-gang’s eyes widened.
“Is your mouth merely decoration? Why have you gone mute?”
“…Red Sky Immortal. I, I was merely….”
“Shut that mouth of yours!”
I’ve made my decision. I’m starting a fan club.
In this moment, Fire King Jeok Cheon-gang was the idol and icon of the Taewon Jin Family.
‘Is this what it feels like to bathe in carbonated refreshment?’
This sensation—every white blood cell fizzing with carbonation. Like downing an ice-cold beer in one gulp on a sweltering summer day after a grueling Raid Team mission.
A wave of exhilaration as vast as a tsunami swept through my entire being.
‘Fire. King. So. Good.’
Of course, this was from the perspective of the observer.
The Angry Sword Immortal’s body trembled as he suffered complete humiliation before countless eyes—commoners and martial artists alike.
Perhaps that’s why the shame and rage he felt in that instant overwhelmed even his fear of the Fire King.
“This, this is a matter between the Main Sect and the Taewon Jin Family.”
“What?”
“The Red Sky Immortal…should not be involved in this affair.”
“I should not be involved?”
The Angry Sword Immortal fell silent, his voice trembling as he finished speaking, and Jeok Cheon-gang stared at him intently.
His fists clenched so tightly they trembled, as if he might strike at any moment—as if he were deliberating where to land the blow so it would become legendary.
‘Hit him! Please, just hit him!’
As if hearing my encouragement, Jeok Cheon-gang suddenly raised his hand.
And in the next instant, his wrinkled finger was pointing directly at me.
“Do you see that one?”
“…?”
What? Why am I suddenly being brought into this?
As confusion washed over everyone’s faces, including my own, the Fire King’s words continued.
“I entrusted the sacred treasure of the Yeolhwa Sect to that man.”
“…!”
“…!”
The Grand Training Ground fell into silence.
Wordless shock rippled endlessly through the crowd.

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