Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 186

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Chapter 186
Keep plans simple, improvise when lacking.
This was Dokgo Myeong’s principle of action.
Yet sometimes even this wasn’t enough, so there existed one more thing.
It was choosing the path that would most irritate and displease his enemies.
Even if the original plan and objective deviated slightly, it mattered not.
What was a little loss? Making those bastards he despised suffer was far more enjoyable.
Besides, today’s situation wasn’t a complete loss either, so Dokgo Myeong decided to proceed that way once more.
What was the Jeongheol Sect’s objective?
Chaos in the martial world.
And the objective at Dengyongji?
Countless martial artists driven mad, injured, or killed by the formation’s aftermath.
This alone would cause considerable chaos, so half the success was already assured.
If the remaining half proceeded as planned, I would become the culprit, and with the Gae-bang and Dokgo Household implicated, the stage would be set for the Alliance.
So how could I make them regret this?
“After all the effort they poured into this stage, wouldn’t they be most displeased if I simply took it all for myself?”
“Couldn’t you just dissolve the formation right away?”
Namgung Sohwa spoke with a note of concern in her voice.
“Then what? The Cham Ma Corps wouldn’t last even a year against the Bloodfiend Sect disciples waiting in ambush, and we’d all be slaughtered.”
“But we need to become the culprits. You’re saying we’d be killed?”
“Once we’re dead, they can simply pin it all on us.
“But why would we be designated as the culprits? Shouldn’t Moyong be more suspect?”
“The Mogyeong Sega has justification. They sent a tenth-ranked Elder and the most beautiful woman of Zhejiang. Besides, there are already rumors that I’ve learned strange martial arts, so they’ll weave it together nicely.”
Geum Seok-du asked.
“So, Captain, how do you intend to turn this total chaos into our stage?”
“From now on, we save people.”
“Pardon?”
Thus Dokgo Myeong and the Cham Ma Corps wandered through the interior of the formation.
Creatures bearing the forms of legendary demons appeared and attacked the group, and they nearly fell into all manner of illusions.
But what was my martial arts?
The martial study of the six senses—Sensory Binding.
With the addition of the Immovable Binding’s true qi communication and the Yonglin Cannon beginning to resonate, finding the path was not so difficult.
Thus we gathered the wounded, awakened the survivors lying on the ground using emergency bone-setting techniques, and entrusted those who still couldn’t regain consciousness to them.
And I spoke thus.
“We must depart again. Please look after the other survivors.”
“Wait, shouldn’t we gather the survivors together and move as one group!”
“We must dissolve the formation. Please care for the survivors until we destroy the formation’s foundation.”
“But why go so far…?”
At those words, Dokgo Myeong paused briefly.
Then, with a bitter smile and a voice tinged with solemnity, I left these words.
“Isn’t that the way of a true hero?”
“…!”
“I hope we meet again in the living world.”
“No, such noble spirit…! How magnificent!”
Some could not be awakened by pain alone, yet others roused themselves through sheer will. Those trained in the martial arts of the great sects were primarily among them.
I awakened the people, entrusted the survivors to their care, and created an atmosphere with a bit of theatrical flair.
Now, what would the Warlords truly think?
How would they regard Dokgo Myeong?
“Hehehehe, foolish martial artists. Caught by mere words. I’d already found a way to break the formation long ago.”
Dokgo Myeong let out a villainous laugh.
He, who had been falsely accused, had instead become a true hero within the very formation he’d laid.
“Is this actually working?”
“There are so many flaws in this formation…!”
Just as my companions’ inner energy began reaching its limit in resisting the formation.
“Well, this should be enough. Now let’s finish this.”
Ye-hwa drew the Red Palace White Arrow.
And….
* * *
The First General cried out in an excited tone.
“That white arrow just now! It must be an ancient supreme artifact or a divine weapon with special properties!”
“What manner of treasure could shatter the Eternal Blood Demon Formation!?”
“That much, I cannot say….”
The Black Bloodfiend did not press the First General further.
What had happened was already done. That wasn’t what mattered.
‘Could it be that he wandered through the formation’s interior and rescued people? Moving through the blood miasma that even my disciples fear?’
The Eternal Blood Demon Formation was no ordinary dangerous formation.
Once blood energy and death energy penetrate the upper dantian and one loses consciousness, they become defenseless against the heart demon, eventually falling into demonic possession.
That alone was problematic, but even upon awakening, the internal energy within had become corrupted—breathing alone causes internal injuries, and one faces countless illusions and phantasmal attacks.
Once caught in the formation, one either dies, has their meridians or mind destroyed, or at best, falls into demonic possession.
Yet he wandered through it rescuing people?
The Black Bloodfiend felt astonishment wash over him.
‘Regardless of how he managed it… he has now made the Eternal Blood Demon Formation his own stage.’
Like how Zhuge Liang claimed ten thousand arrows at Red Cliffs as his own.
That was exactly the situation now.
The stage I had carefully constructed had instead become a platform to elevate his renown.
‘I’ve been played with. But… he knew one thing and missed two. Fame in this world is utterly useless in the next!’
He had thought that with the Warlords present, he could withdraw without lifting a finger, but now such considerations were meaningless.
His eyes held only the intent to kill.
Even as countless people poured out onto the chaotic martial stage….
“…?”
The Black Bloodfiend sensed something amiss in that instant.
They were gone.
No matter how carefully he searched, he could not see him or his subordinates anywhere.
The First General cried out in startled alarm.
“My Lord! He… he’s nowhere to be found!”
“…!”
“His followers are the same. They’re nowhere to be seen!”
The Black Bloodfiend’s face hardened instantly.
‘This wretched rat…?’
Again. He’d been fooled again!
The bastard had scattered their attention with the Warlords and fled.
Whoosh! Crash!
The Black Bloodfiend shot straight upward without bothering to gather his composure.
After bounding off the roofs of nearby buildings several times, he landed atop the highest pavilion and concentrated his inner sight.
“Tch….”
Though it was the dead of night, the moonlight shone brilliantly.
Far in the distance, roughly three hundred paces away, he glimpsed six figures—men and women—racing across rooftops at a terrifying speed.
The Black Bloodfiend roared.
“Dokgo Myeong!”
His sharp cry was thick with the fury of one who had been mocked.
As if hearing it, Dokgo Myeong, who had been running frantically, glanced back slightly.
Then he suddenly stopped and shouted something. The Black Bloodfiend read his lips.
“Have… a good… time?”
Snicker!
Dokgo Myeong let out a mocking laugh and pushed off the ground again.
“How dare you!”
The Black Bloodfiend’s expression twisted grotesquely.
He lowered his head urgently and shouted to the First General.
“Southwest! Send out the carrier pigeons at once! Mobilize all forces and cast the net of heaven and earth! Not a single rat escapes from Munan tonight!”
“Yes, my Lord!”
They couldn’t have gone far. He had to determine their escape route immediately.
Just as the Black Bloodfiend and the First General, leading the sorcerers, began to move urgently.
“There they are!”
“There! The villains!”
The Warlords, who had maintained their full strength even within the formation, suddenly raised their voices and began closing in.
“Those are the villains Paelyong spoke of!”
“Those are them! Exactly those ones!”
“How dare they commit such atrocities on the sacred grounds of Mudan!”
Why they suddenly acted this way was obvious.
Dokgo Myeong must have passed some message to the Warlords to buy himself time to escape.
They began to interfere with the sorcerers and the Black Bloodfiend’s forces.
“Cursedly meticulous bastard…!”
“Go ahead first! I’ll shake them off and catch up!”
At the First General’s cry, the Black Bloodfiend kicked away the roof of the pavilion beneath his feet without hesitation.
Crash!
The top floor of the towering pavilion exploded as if swept by a typhoon.
It was destructive footwork. With each stomp, explosions erased dozens of paces of distance.
‘I cannot let that one escape. A variable mass of fury toward our sect, deviating from divine words. He must be killed here without fail.’
He would greatly disturb the holy war that awaited Shinblood, Jeongheol, and the Saintblood Alliance.
The karma he would scatter, the influence he would bring to the sect’s great design… none of it was needed. He was one whose neck must be taken, even at great cost.
But then.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Thunder sounded from somewhere in the sky.
The Black Bloodfiend’s head turned toward the heavens.
For thunder to sound on such a clear day was strange. This noise was clearly abnormal.
“…?”
Suddenly, I sense something amiss.
Darkness pressed down from somewhere, obscuring the moon and stars.
Dark clouds.
On a clear day without a single cloud, dark clouds suddenly bloomed directly above his head alone.
As if the heavens themselves were opening, something inescapable was felt beyond the dark clouds.
All color visible to the eye vanished.
The world was consumed by light.
Crash!
Light came first, and sound came after.
The most violent and fierce heavenly energy among the sixty-four hexagrams—the thunder and lightning strike descended upon his body.
Who could escape the heavenly punishment sent from above? The Black Bloodfiend had no choice but to plummet to the ground ignominiously without even a scream.
“Ugh….”
Sizzle! Crackle!
Smoke rose from his blackened skin, and faint electric light flickered several times.
The Black Bloodfiend, sprawled on the ground and twitching, opened his mouth with a voice trembling with emotion.
“So… you were here after all.”
His bloodshot eyes turned forward.
Just then, the dark clouds that had covered the sky parted.
Moonlight and starlight poured down like silk.
Beneath the pale radiance, someone revealed themselves.
One who brought thunder and appeared with lightning, cloaked in the moon and stars.
He asked.
“You have no fear whatsoever. Were you in such a hurry?”
A jade-like voice flowed forth.
The Black Bloodfiend stared at him with bloodshot eyes, speaking his name aloud.
“Baek Mu-heun.”
The man who had stood alone in darkness for countless years, bearing the blood of the Jeongheol Sect.
A figure from history remembered only by Dokgo Myeong—one who had once sat upon the throne of the Martial Arts Alliance.
This was the moment Baek Mu-heun revealed himself.
* * *
“Right side! Behind the wall! I sense movement!”
At Dokgo Myeong’s command, Namgung Sohwa swung her blade without breaking stride.
Crash! Screech!
“More are coming!”
Cheolmu-baek suddenly dropped low and rammed his shoulder into a small building beside them.
Rumble!
The wooden structure collapsed with screams, blocking the passage. Beyond it, countless Jeongheol Sect disciples swarmed into view.
Munan had already become enemy territory.
Their escape had succeeded, yet it was far from complete. Ordinary commoners threw themselves forward clutching poison; young men who looked like scholars, beggars who had been panhandling, even government soldiers suddenly rolled back their eyes and targeted them.
The streets that should have been empty at this hour were now teeming with enemies.
“There they are!”
“Capture them and we get a hundred silver taels! Even just delaying them is enough!”
“Kahahaha! Come here!”
Not all who rushed at them were sect disciples.
What made the Jeongheol Sect terrifying was how it infiltrated and seized control.
Beyond local criminals, even simple street thugs from the back alleys pursued Dokgo Myeong’s group.
“Commander! The smell of poison! They’ve blocked our escape route!”
“No good! If we turn back, we’ll be surrounded! Mu-baek!”
“Understood!”
Cheolmu-baek gripped his axe upright.
“Hnngh!”
As his arm muscles bulged, he swung the iron axe like a fan.
Boom!
The wind driven by his martial force scattered the acrid stench into the air.
“Argh!”
The moment the poison dispersed, the sect disciples surged forward again.
“Did… did they take an antidote? How are so many people still moving?”
Dokgo Ak muttered in slight confusion, but soon realized the truth.
The sect disciples’ faces were pale and sickly, yet they kept charging. They hadn’t taken an antidote—they simply didn’t care about the poison.
“What… what is this…?”
The Chamma Division members felt dread for the first time facing these enemies.
Though their ranks lacked organization and their martial strength was insufficient, their morale rivaled that of elite forces.
Fanaticism.
They were unlike any foe they had ever encountered.
Unlike the assassins or the guards of Mirmilkok, who acted on pure programming, these warriors charged forward with emotions and will intact. Some even cried out in joy as they fell.
Geum Seok-du spoke urgently.
“Captain! Not that way—this way!”
At that moment, a beggar burst forth from where Geum Seok-du had gestured.
“Here it is! Come quickly! I’ve already prepared the horses!”
At the end of the alley.
The party finally arrived at the stable that had been arranged beforehand with Gae-bang.
Without even time to exchange information, they mounted the horses immediately.
“Beggar! Flee! This place will become dangerous too!”
“Don’t worry about me! There’s a tunnel! But rather….”
“Right! Thank you! Hyah!”
As they galloped away, the beggar’s urgent voice followed at their backs.
“Head further west from here! Toward the ferry at Akyangheol! Once you reach the ferry, a welcome reinforcement will be waiting for you!”

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