Murim Login - Chapter 667

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Chapter 667
Infiltration. Assault. Completion.
A sequence of events that could only be described as lightning and flint—swift and brilliant—unfolded in mere moments, and the twenty warriors guarding the Underground Prison crumbled helplessly before this unexpected strike.
“Tch, intruders…!”
Whoosh, thud!
The urgent cry that burst from someone’s lips was silenced before it could fully escape.
Ya-ryul Mok, moving with the speed of light itself, struck the Dumb Gate and Fainting Gate acupoints in rapid succession, then caught the collapsing White Tribe warrior and gently lowered him to the ground.
Swish.
A hair’s breadth away. The situation had nearly spiraled out of control.
“Phew.”
Ya-ryul Mok exhaled the breath he’d been holding and quickly surveyed the surroundings.
About twenty Black Robed Organization members, each wearing different masks, stood guard in all directions while concealing the acupuncture-struck warriors among the tall grass.
– Report the situation.
– All enemies subdued.
The one wearing the monkey mask answered Ya-ryul Mok’s transmitted message.
The fact that seven of the Black Robed Organization members, including him, were the Seven Miao Tigers—the most exceptional warriors within the Miao Clan—remained a secret known only to the Beast King Miao Wang and themselves.
– I thought one was missing, but when I counted, the last one must have been subdued by the Young Palace Master earlier. He probably came back after spotting something nearby.
– Any casualties on our side?
– None whatsoever.
– Fortunate. We nearly bungled this from the start.
– It would have been quite troublesome indeed.
In truth, considering what they were now attempting, “troublesome” was an understatement.
On the surface, Jin Tae-kyung was currently a criminal imprisoned in the Underground Prison for committing an unforgivable grave offense.
If it were revealed that Ya-ryul Mok, the Young Palace Master of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace, had attempted to facilitate his escape, not even he would escape unscathed.
‘But I must see this through.’
Ya-ryul Mok wiped the cold sweat from his brow and murmured inwardly.
Though still young, he understood how audacious and perilous this undertaking truly was.
Yet simultaneously, he believed it was right.
‘Jin Tae-kyung is one of us. He came to aid us, and at Ai-nao Mountain, he even saved warriors in danger.’
Like most Southern Barbarians, Ya-ryul Mok had harbored unfavorable feelings toward the Han Clan since childhood.
At least, that was true until he met Jin Tae-kyung and the Fire Dragon Pavilion members.
Of course, thinking well of Jin Tae-kyung didn’t mean he now trusted the entire Han Clan. Individuals were individuals, and groups were groups.
But in a situation like this, he could be certain about what was right and what was wrong.
Just as his deeply respected father did. Just as the Beast King Miao Wang.
– Have you secured the keys to the Underground Prison?
– Of course.
The monkey-masked figure nodded and handed over a bundle of keys.
To enter the Underground Prison, five keys had to be inserted in precise sequence to activate the mechanism, and they already knew the method.
Click. Whirrrr.
A massive iron door moved with a heavy sound.
Finally, as the staircase descending into the depths was revealed, Ya-ryul Mok and all of the Seven Miao Tigers swiftly reversed their garments.
Whoosh. Flutter.
Torchlight swayed by the wind illuminated pristine white robes. In an instant, transformed into White Tribe warriors, they stood guard around the Underground Prison as though nothing had occurred.
For at least one watch period until the next shift arrived, they would maintain their vigil over this place.
‘I can only hope nothing goes wrong in the meantime.’
Despite having memorized every route and position beforehand, no one could predict how events would actually unfold.
Ya-ryul Mok, who inwardly cursed softly, descended the stairs alongside the Seven Miao Tigers, wearing the white garments that felt unusually foreign today.
‘Jin Tae-kyung is imprisoned on the fourth level.’
The location was already known. And so too was the fact that some guards and security forces protected the interior of the Underground Prison.
As they moved with footsteps muffled to the utmost, faint voices began drifting from the distance.
“Damn it. You didn’t pull some trick, did you?”
“Stop spouting nonsense. Just humbly accept your defeat.”
“Hell. I don’t understand it. Five consecutive losses? I’ve already lost two taels.”
It was common for guards to gamble as a way to pass the time, and their carelessness proved fortunate for the intruders.
“Curse it. Show me your palm.”
“Tch. How pathetic. Stop complaining and lower your voice. If the superiors find out we’re shirking while they’re already on high alert because of that Han Clan bastard….”
Whoosh, thud!
The voices that had echoed through the murky darkness ceased abruptly.
The Seven Miao Tigers, among the most renowned warriors of the Miao Clan, were masters of the highest caliber recognized even throughout the Central Plains.
The guards had not detected the covert approach, and in an instant, their pressure points sealed, they were stripped of their keys and locked within the empty cells.
– Ki-san. Do-gok. Remain here.
– Understood.
– Not a single ant will escape from this place.
Leaving the post would inevitably raise suspicion.
Having left two of the Seven Miao Tigers behind, Ya-ryul Mok increased his pace of movement. Faster than his usual gait. Yet not so fast as to invite suspicion.
Thud. Thud.
Six figures traversing the Underground Prison, tangled together like a vast labyrinth.
However, contrary to Ya-ryul Mok’s hopes, not everything could proceed as planned.
“Hmm? Who are those fellows?”
The security around the fourth level where Jin Tae-kyung was imprisoned was incomparably stricter than usual, and the number of warriors guarding the interior of the Underground Prison was far from negligible.
“You there. Stop.”
Ya-ryul Mok obediently halted his steps, steadying his breathing as he counted the number of those blocking his path.
‘Twenty in total.’
Moreover, five of them were masters of the highest caliber.
Recognizing that his opponents were elite White Tribe warriors, Ya-ryul Mok responded with a composed voice.
He had already removed the mask he wore, and thanks to the sparse torchlight, the dim environment of the Underground Prison was perfectly suited for concealing his identity.
“I came under orders from the Great Patriarch.”
“The Great Patriarch?”
The White Tribe warrior who appeared to be the squad leader furrowed his brow slightly.
“He left not long ago. What is this about?”
“It’s nothing of great importance. Just to be safe, he ordered that the prisoner be given another dose of the Prohibition Force Pill.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“He seems worried about an escape attempt, I suppose. I’ve only heard rumors myself, but the man is truly a monster.”
The White Tribe warrior who heard Ya-ryul Mok’s response let out a soft chuckle.
“So they say. But at this point, he’s just waiting for the day he dies anyway.”
“I think the same, but who can predict what the world will bring? That’s the nature of things, isn’t it?”
“True enough. Anyway, from the sound of your voice, you seem young. If you’re not taking over the shift, hurry back. Half an hour.”
“That’s my plan.”
Ya-ryul Mok shrugged casually, keeping his head slightly lowered to conceal his face as he approached them.
And in the next moment, he noticed the hand of a warrior gripping a sword hilt with considerable force.
‘They’ve already seen through me…!’
Whoosh! Screech!
At that instant of realization, a flash of steel grazed his shoulder.
With a faint sting and droplets of blood spurting forth, Ya-ryul Mok twisted his body to evade two blades when a thunderous cry shook the entire Underground Prison.
“Intruders! We have intruders!”
Shrieeek!
A piercing whistle erupted with the cry. The urgent footsteps of warriors stationed throughout the prison shattered the silence.
Sensing the numerous presences, Ya-ryul Mok clenched his teeth and shouted.
“Attack!”
And at that same moment.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A dazzling cascade of sword light poured down from behind Ya-ryul Mok. Tangled weapons wavered precariously in the dim firelight.
Clang! Clash clash clash!
Screech!
“Ugh!”
In an instant, more than a dozen weapons collided, and blood and screams erupted.
Soon, the two people disguised as guards also recognized the urgency of the situation and joined in, and within mere moments, half of the roughly twenty White Tribe warriors lay wounded and fallen.
But…
Shrieeek! Shrieeek—!
“Stop them by any means necessary! Their target is Jin Tae-kyung!”
“Their numbers are small! Capture them if possible!”
The security was far more stringent than the intelligence they had gathered.
For every one that fell, five more appeared; for every five defeated, ten more came.
Moreover, for Ya-ryul Mok’s group, who had sworn not to kill their fellow Southern Wilderness people during Jin Tae-kyung’s escape, it was like being trapped in an inescapable mountain pass.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
“Keep pushing forward!”
White Tribe warriors closing in from all sides, their weapons sharp and deadly.
Surrounded by more than fifty enemies in an instant, Ya-ryul Mok and the Seven Miao Tigers gritted their teeth and fought back.
Clash clash clash clash!
Screech!
Yet the gap between their hopes and reality was stark.
The endless stream of enemies invoked the phrase “overwhelmed by superior numbers,” and each move unleashed by the masters interspersed among them was nothing short of lethal.
Whoosh, thud!
“Ugh!”
The minor wounds multiplied, and the bleeding continued without respite.
Though Ya-ryul Mok and the Seven Miao Tigers had felled no small number of White Tribe warriors, their enemies’ numbers swelled even now with each passing moment.
At last, the security forces stationed on the other levels had joined the fray.
‘Damn it.’
By now, cold sweat drenched Ya-ryul Mok’s back.
He had known from the start that things would not unfold as smoothly as planned. But they had been discovered far too early, and the security of the Underground Prison was far more formidable than the intelligence he had gathered.
‘If I am captured here….’
Then everything spirals into catastrophe.
As the young palace master of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace, he would not lose his life, but his father Beast King Miao Wang’s political standing—and more critically, Jin Tae-kyung and the Fire Dragon Pavilion members, their original targets—would all perish like morning dew.
‘And then war would begin.’
Not the Righteous-Demonic War fought against the Demon Cult in ages past, but war with the Martial World of the Central Plains.
If Jin Tae-kyung dies, nothing can be undone.
And that very truth was one of the greatest reasons why the father and son had risked everything to extract Jin Tae-kyung from this place.
‘There is no choice.’
Ya-ryul Mok bit his lip until blood flowed, then spoke through gritted teeth.
– Won-hu. I am counting on you.
It was a brief transmission, but it sufficed.
The eldest of the Seven Miao Tigers, the middle-aged warrior wearing the monkey mask, scattered his blade and cried out.
“Clear the path!”
At this juncture, there was only one answer.
A breakthrough that disregarded life itself. And the extraction of Jin Tae-kyung.
That was why everyone here had risked danger to come to this place, and it was the sole stratagem Ya-ryul Mok could conceive to break through this impasse.
‘If Jin Tae-kyung escapes the Underground Prison, everything can be resolved.’
Ya-ryul Mok’s fingers brushed against the solid wooden box nestled in his bosom.
What he had said before the battle—that he had come to administer the Golden Power Elixir to Jin Tae-kyung—was not entirely false.
It was simply not the Golden Power Elixir, but rather the antidote that would unlock the seal binding his inner power.
Clang clang clang!
Thud thud! Scrape!
“Argh!”
In a situation where defeat loomed, the narrowness of the Underground Prison’s corridor became their sole advantage.
Ignoring the barrage of attacks from all sides, Ya-ryul Mok and the Seven Miao Tigers bored through a single point, and before their eyes lay the dim corridor at last.
“Go! Hurry!”
Leaving behind the urgent cries of his subordinates, Ya-ryul Mok gathered all his strength and launched himself forward.
Or rather, he tried to.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Grab!
In the next instant, a hand extended from the darkness seized his shoulder—or it would have, had it succeeded.
“Where are you going? Do you have somewhere urgent to be?”
“…!”
For just a moment, Ya-ryul Mok, who had remained silent and detached from all the chaos unfolding around him, finally opened his mouth.
“…Why are you coming out from there?”

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