Murim Login - Chapter 355

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Chapter 355
“Phew, just made it. Thank you for waiting!”
What kind of madman was this?
Watching the young man stroll in so naturally, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
‘After all this time away, there really are all kinds of lunatics out there.’
He’d always considered himself to have lived a rather extraordinary life, yet this youth before him far exceeded his expectations.
For the Western Heavenly Demon Lord, that was deeply regrettable. He had wasted time, and the young man had urged him forward.
“No need for thanks. Go well.”
Whoosh!
A blade used for slaughtering livestock was different from one used on men.
If Dang Sa-dok and the Ten Oddities of Tang Sect were pigs, this one was an ant.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord didn’t even feel the need to use his secret weapon. He flicked his finger toward the young man’s brow and turned his head toward Dang Sa-dok.
Or rather, he was about to turn.
“Wow, that was close.”
“…?”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord stared at the youth with widened eyes.
The boy who should have collapsed by now was looking back at him with a bright smile, laughing cheerfully.
And precisely half a step beside him, an egg-sized hole had been punched through an iron pillar.
It was exactly where a man’s head had been just moments before.
‘…He dodged it? The Ghost Prison Finger of the Eight Immortals?’
Something that shouldn’t exist, something that couldn’t exist.
Just as the Western Heavenly Demon Lord began to wonder if something had gone wrong with his body—
“Stand back.”
Dang Sa-dok opened his mouth with a rigid expression. His complexion, pale from internal injuries, carried a hint of embarrassment.
“A mere speck of blood like you has no place to… Cough!”
“Oh no, blood! You’re bleeding!”
As Dang Sa-dok spewed blood, the young man stepped back with a worried expression.
“Grandfather Dang, are you alright?”
Shwack!
In an instant, light flashed from the young man’s waist as he inverted his body.
Drawing his blade simultaneously, he deflected the descending slash that tore through space, then breathed heavily.
“Geez, you startled me. Why’d you do that without warning?”
“Hehehehe. Hehehehe!”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord alternated his gaze between the blade in his right hand and the youth, then burst into hearty laughter.
Though he hadn’t used his full strength, that single exchange had revealed two crucial facts.
First, this mysterious youth was no mere lunatic.
And second.
“So you’re the disciple that Sword Saint Mae Jong-hak took in his twilight years. Your name is… Chung Poong, isn’t it?”
Chung Poong’s eyes widened as he looked at the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
“Oh, you know who I am?”
“I can sense the plum blossom fragrance of the Huashan Sect vibrating through the Dharma method. It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered such an exquisite Dark Fragrance Drift technique.”
“Wow! You know about Dark Fragrance Drift! But how did you know my name….”
“I have many eyes and ears that don’t belong to me.”
Dark Heaven had spent centuries concealing agents throughout the realm, and Sichuan was no exception.
He had already known ten days ago that Chung Poong was staying at the Tang Sect.
Though he hadn’t anticipated meeting him at such a perfectly opportune moment.
‘At that age, reaching such a realm—the Sword Saint has truly raised a monster.’
There was a reason he hadn’t recognized him at first glance.
Dang Sa-dok parted his blood-stained lips as the Western Heavenly Demon Lord regarded Chung Poong with an enigmatic gaze, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
“You vicious creature. Isn’t destroying the Main Residence enough—now you’re plotting to harm this child?”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord answered gently.
“Not at all.”
“No connection whatsoever to the Main Residence… What?”
At this unexpected answer, not only Dang Sa-dok but also the three surviving members of the Ten Oddities of Tang Sect doubted their own ears.
Yet the Western Heavenly Demon Lord himself maintained an unperturbed expression.
“I have no intention of coveting prey already marked by another. Personally, I’m not particularly fond of him, but since I serve a single master, such is my station.”
“…What are you saying now.”
“Recently, an acquaintance of mine became quite furious. It seems the wound to his pride cut deeper than the loss of his arm, and he’s resolved to kill with his own hands.”
Just as Dang Sa-dok’s expression twisted at these incomprehensible words, Chung Poong suddenly spoke.
“The Blood Lord. It’s him, isn’t it.”
“Indeed, you remember. He would be absolutely delighted to hear that.”
“I don’t like that person.”
Anyone who knew Chung Poong—especially if Jin Tae-kyung had witnessed it—would have dropped their jaw.
Chung Poong, whose heart was as clear as a mountain stream, had never once judged anyone as likable or unlikable.
Not even toward those who had approached with ill intent.
Yet now, in those transparent eyes, something unmistakably emerged: hostility.
“Is that person here right now?”
“Unfortunately, he’s far away. But he would be absolutely delighted to see you. Of course….”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord continued smoothly.
“The Fire King and the young man named Jin Tae-kyung currently undergoing treatment at the Tang Sect would also be thrilled.”
“…!”
“Didn’t I tell you? I have many eyes and ears.”
A smile formed at the corner of the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s lips.
“There’s no need to worry too much. I intend to take those three, including yourself, alive. But as for what the Blood Lord might think… I couldn’t say.”
Chung Poong could sense it—the sinister omen lurking beneath his gentle voice.
Without realizing it, his grip on the sword hilt tightened, and words flowed from his lips in a tone and voice unlike his usual manner.
“It won’t be easy.”
“Indeed, it won’t….”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s voice trailed off.
In the next instant, dozens of brilliant flashes erupted alongside a tremendous sonic boom, filling the devastated Pavilion.
Whoosh, hiss, hiss, hiss!
Dang Sa-dok and the Ten Oddities of Tang Sect—or rather, the Three Oddities as they should now be called.
The four of them shot forward like arrows toward a single target, as if bound by an unspoken pact.
Dozens of hidden weapons filled the space from all directions, targeting the vital points, while Dang Sa-dok gathered every ounce of his strength to strike the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s chest.
“Roaaah!”
Crash! Boom, boom, boom!
The shockwave was so tremendous it could be called an earthquake.
Dang Sa-dok and the Three Oddities had witnessed the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s martial prowess firsthand.
They had no intention of squandering this singular opportunity, and their final assault, drawn from the depths of their innate celestial energy, was devastating beyond measure.
‘It’s done.’
Within the dust cloud so thick nothing could be seen beyond an inch.
Dang Sa-dok smiled brightly even as blood spilled from his lips.
He had felt his full-powered strike shatter the enemy’s flesh and bone, piercing through the chest.
‘This is the Tang Family’s vengeance.’
It was in that very moment.
“Did you truly believe it would end so easily?”
“…!”
Crack!
A cold voice accompanied a vice-like grip that seized Dang Sa-dok’s throat.
Through the dispersing dust, one of the Three Oddities lay lifeless with a gaping hole through the chest, and the Western Heavenly Demon Lord reached over the corpse’s shoulder, his hand extended.
Beneath his feet lay two figures, now scattered fragments of what had once been human forms.
‘How?’
That single thought consumed Dang Sa-dok’s mind entirely.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord, still gripping his throat with a gentle smile, suddenly swung the blade he held in his other hand.
Crash!
A wave of sword energy rippled outward like the crest of a wave.
Thirty strands of sword qi that had been flying toward the Western Heavenly Demon Lord like petals were swept away and vanished in the wave.
Yet though the petals disappear, their fragrance lingers.
From the young man’s feet, moving at the speed of light itself, the scent of plum blossoms—sown by Huashan and bloomed by the Sword Saint—rose into the air.
Screech!
“Meteor Chasing Moon Sword!”
A single blade extended forward, leaving a pale afterimage in its wake.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord let out a sharp exclamation and brought his sword down to meet it.
The serpentine Snake Sword and Chung Poong’s blade, etched with plum blossom patterns, collided.
Crash! Boom, boom, boom!
Each time the two blades met, a thunderous explosion echoed across the surroundings.
And it did not take long for a victor to emerge.
Whoosh, bang!
With a violent impact, one figure was sent flying backward.
Chung Poong flipped through the air and landed, his gaze fixed upon the Western Heavenly Demon Lord as he parted his lips to speak.
“I expected as much… but you’re quite strong. Truly.”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s martial prowess was formidable.
With but a single arm, while holding Dang Sa-dok captive, he maintained an overwhelming advantage.
At Chung Poong’s words, tinged with a sense of helplessness, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord let out a soft chuckle.
‘Quite the audacious one. Hiding much as well.’
He considered teaching this insolent creature a lesson himself, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
From between the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s lips, which had clicked softly in disapproval, a low voice emerged.
“Il-gwe.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Chung Poong showed no surprise at Il-gwe’s appearance, for he had already sensed his presence nearby since moments before. This meant the attackers had breached the Outer Hall and penetrated into the Inner Hall—the screams drawing ever closer.
That could only mean one thing: the assault had reached the Inner Hall, and the cries of the dying were drawing nearer.
“Deal with that one.”
“The descendant of the Sword Saint, you say? I am truly grateful for such fortune…”
Il-gwe bared his blood-stained teeth in a grotesque grin.
Having already claimed nearly a hundred lives, including Dang Jin-hu, the Grand Elder of the Sichuan Tang Sect, he was intoxicated by the slaughter—yet it felt far from enough.
“You understand the Blood Lord’s wishes, I trust.”
“Of course. The youngest disciple whom the Sword Saint cherishes like his own child… Hehehehe. This will be amusing. I shall keep him breathing.”
“I would prefer him alive, but if it cannot be done, killing him is acceptable.”
“Pardon?”
“He is dangerous. If you find it impossible, eliminate him entirely.”
“That wretch is nothing but a lump of flesh. I never knew you jested, my lord. Kahahaha!”
Il-gwe’s raucous laughter, which had echoed so loudly, suddenly ceased.
It was the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s gaze, which had turned cold and sharp, that silenced him.
The moment their eyes met, Il-gwe’s heart sank, and he swiftly prostrated himself upon the ground.
“I… I obey.”
He had momentarily forgotten. What manner of being the Western Heavenly Demon Lord truly was.
Behind his gentle words and soft expression lay the visage of death itself.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord gazed down at the trembling Il-gwe in silence, then stepped past him without a word.
Dang Sa-dok, whose throat was seized, struggled in agony, but the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s arm remained unmoved.
“No!”
“Hehehehe, who dares block my path!”
Screech! Boom!
Chung Poong rushed forward with an urgent cry, only to be intercepted by Il-gwe.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord continued forward, leaving the violent clash behind him.
The Inner Hall, where craftsmen had forged weapons and children mingled with martial artists, was now drenched in blood and corpses.
Screams and death overflowed from every corner.
And standing but a step away, watching the destruction of his clan, was a single figure weeping.
“Do you feel it? The Tang Sect crumbles before your eyes.”
Dang Sa-dok’s hollow eyes trembled.
It was not merely the Tang Sect that was collapsing. His unwavering conviction and spirit were crumbling as well.
In the next moment, a soft voice pierced through to him as he wept endlessly, tears streaming down his face.
“Answer me. Where is the Antidote of Ten Thousand Poisons?”

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