Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 203

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Chapter 203
Bang!
A Sect Leader rose to his feet, blazing with fury.
“Dokgo Myeong!”
In that instant, a murderous aura shot toward me.
“Do you know where you are, speaking such insolence? No matter your talent, your arrogance pierces the heavens!”
“And holding your head high like a block of wood is equally offensive…”
“Show proper respect! This gathering consists of the household’s meritorious officials and senior executives!”
From all corners, sharp rebukes from Sect Leaders and vassals erupted.
I gazed calmly at those who were even veins bulging in their necks.
A barrage of cutting words poured down like arrows. Suddenly, a question arose. How many among them were truly shooting arrows from the heart?
“…This is utterly outrageous!”
Another voice cried out.
Yet rather than genuine anger, it seemed awkward, as if someone was being mindful of something.
I could see his gaze and discern which faction he belonged to.
‘The Outer Hall faction.’
His display of shouting with spittle flying was nothing but a performance to demonstrate loyalty.
Come to think of it, this place was no different from a staged opera where everything was scripted. He was simply fulfilling his assigned role.
Swish.
I looked back and forth at the two people seated directly across from me.
They were the main characters.
Dokgo Un-hak and Dokgo Hwi-hwa.
They were heroes united to vanquish the villain who disturbed the household.
Then who was the villain?
‘That would be me.’
In that moment, a rebellious spirit surged from deep within my chest like a tidal wave.
If I was to be the villain, I might as well act the part.
I curled the corners of my mouth upward.
“Dokgo Myeong! Say something!”
“Be quiet. There are limits to shamelessness, and aren’t you embarrassed—a man of your years—to carry on like this?”
“…What?”
He wore a stunned expression for a moment, then shouted loudly.
“Dokgo Myeong!”
The Sect Leader who had jumped to his feet had genuine fury burning in his eyes.
“You’ve crossed the line—and crossed it excessively! This is…”
The next moment.
Thud.
I walked toward that Sect Leader.
The Law Enforcement Officers who had escorted me flinched in surprise.
“Dokgo Myeong. Or rather, prisoner Dokgo Myeong.”
“Do not move recklessly. You are still….”
Crack!
In that instant, the eyes of the Law Enforcement Officers widened.
Dokgo Myeong walked forward, his fingers methodically snapping apart the iron shackles on his wrists piece by piece.
Clang!
With each step, fragments of metal fell to the ground, and the chains binding his ankles finally shattered in half, clattering across the floor.
Whoosh!
And the suppressed aura of Dokgo Myeong burst forth in full.
It was already beyond comparing by seniority. Even with my inner power sealed, it was remarkable—but now that it was released, what would it be like?
“…!”
The Sect Leader, who had been shouting with veins bulging in his neck, fell silent with his mouth agape.
Thud!
Dokgo Myeong stopped before him.
“Say it again. What did you just say?”
The Sect Leader remained silent like a fool with honey in his mouth.
Then, Dokgo Un-hak opened his mouth with a sneer.
“You certainly know how to cross the line thoroughly, you foolish nephew.”
The gaze of Outer Hall Master Dokgo Un-hak fixed directly upon Dokgo Myeong.
In that moment, I perceived a sword.
Something sharp that could not be described as mere momentum or energy seemed to pierce through my very core.
The Limitless Realm.
It was the intent of one who had reached the pinnacle and climbed even higher, standing at the very threshold of what humanity could achieve.
“What are the Law Enforcement Officers doing? The prisoner has made a sudden move. Restrain him.”
He had walked into his own trap out of anger.
Just as Dokgo Un-hak spoke gravely, concealing his amusement.
Dokgo Myeong opened his mouth.
“Law Enforcement Officers, withdraw. From this moment on, I shall face this not as a prisoner, but as a martial warrior.”
“…!”
“Surely you don’t expect me to remain silent after hearing such outrageous words? Before matters of propriety, that is not the bearing of a true martial artist.”
Dokgo Un-hak’s eyes deepened.
It was because Dokgo Myeong, whom he thought would not dare open his mouth, was speaking with such remarkable composure.
“You were always quick to interfere whenever I accomplished anything, so what has the household ever done for me that you now demand I serve its interests?”
“You are indeed foolish. If you understand the way of humanity, should you not repay your ancestors and clan with loyalty and filial piety?”
An old man opened his mouth.
He belonged to no faction. He was a meritorious official of the old era who had lived in the same time as Dokgo Cheon and Dokgo Hwi-hwa.
“The environment and teachings you enjoyed in this household are not your birthright. They were achieved through the efforts of your ancestors and kinsmen.”
“I would not dare deny that.”
“Are you playing with words?”
Dokgo Myeong nodded.
“Finally, someone who understands what I’m saying. Until just now, I felt as though I was being subjected to word games.”
The Old Man’s gaze deepened.
“Speak. Let me hear what you have to say.”
“….”
Only then did I realize this Old Man stood with neither faction.
He had truly come to hear my side of the story. For the first time, I learned that such a person existed within my household.
At last, I opened my mouth with composure.
“They say I sought to fill my own pockets, but why do you see only what was lost and not what was gained?”
“What was gained?”
“The alliance with the Jeong Cheon Alliance, the vast wealth from trading rights.”
“…?”
“The distribution networks and personnel networks in the Central Plains built upon that foundation, the prestige of the main household within Anhui, the cooperation system with Gae-bang….”
To say I had accomplished nothing and brought nothing to the household.
It was utterly absurd.
When weighing all tangible and intangible values, no one in recent times had brought more to the household than I had.
“In the first place, what grounds exist for me to be confined in the Heavenly Prison? Setting aside merit and seeing only fault—what household law is that?”
“What?”
“Using the household’s influence to line my own pockets and recklessly stirring up numerous troubles without consultation. Both charges are fundamentally invalid.”
Dokgo Un-hak’s eyes flashed.
“Do not obscure the point. Just because the results are favorable, shall we bury it and move on? We were discussing your recklessness, were we not?”
“You make an excellent point.”
I nodded and opened my mouth.
“According to the household law, if one is on a mission, performance reports may be delayed. Is that not so, Jipbeop-bu Leader?”
Looking toward Dokgo Yeon-sin, he nodded at my words.
“That is correct.”
I smiled broadly.
“Then let me make that performance report now. But to do so, we must return to the original agenda that should have been discussed today.”
The original agenda.
Due to political confrontation with my faction in the middle, the atmosphere had shifted toward condemning me, but the true agenda was clearly ‘establishing a position on the Moyong Family.’
“By my hand, the Moyong Family has already lost its former standing, and their evil deeds—which would not be excessive to call martial world achievements—have been exposed.”
Dokgo Un-hak felt a chill run down his spine.
And at a distance away, Dokgo Gun’s face, which had always maintained a smile, gradually hardened.
My words continued.
“Here today, as the leader of a faction receiving loyalty from more than ten Sect Leaders, the commander of the warrior corps, and a dragon blood, I shall present a proposal.”
“What is it?”
“I will place on the agenda that the main household engage the Moyong Family in all-out war.”
In that instant, silence fell.
“….”
“….”
The silence was long.
Rather than shocked, they all appeared like people who had heard something so absurd they had lost the ability to speak.
“Tsk, how absurd.”
“What is this.”
“What kind of nonsense is he spouting…”
Murmurs echoed from various corners of the hall.
An all-out war was utterly preposterous.
No matter how close the chaotic times loomed, war itself was not something that erupted easily—precisely because of that very proximity.
There was a reason the Dokgo Household, despite its formidable power, could not mobilize large-scale military forces. The larger the body, the more it invited restraint from multiple factions with even the slightest movement.
That was why everyone sought justification.
But then.
“An intriguing proposal, wouldn’t you say?”
The atmosphere shifted at Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s words.
Dokgo Un-hak’s head snapped toward her with unexpected sharpness, his gaze piercing.
“…Alliance Leader. What do you mean by that?”
“The main house has always dreamed of expansion. We have been accumulating strength for an extraordinarily long time.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s gaze drifted toward Dokgo Cheon, where only his feet were visible beyond the edge of the platform.
“The problem has always been justification. Justification, but…”
She smiled, a thin, knowing smile.
“That man is a living justification, isn’t he?”
The great hall stirred in an instant.
Her words carried a peculiar resonance that struck the hearts of those who governed the Dokgo Household.
Dokgo Myeong spoke.
“I now report. I, Dokgo Myeong, Truthseeker Captain, along with four other Truthseeker members, have journeyed through the martial realm and gathered justification for war.”
The Assassins of the Moyong Family.
The intelligence network, Am Seong-ju.
An Elder ranked tenth in the hierarchy, the Geonkun Sect—a martial force of the highest caliber—and…
Countless others beyond counting.
The Moyong Family must now kill Dokgo Myeong, and Dokgo Myeong has justification to exact retribution upon Moyong.
“We have accumulated sufficient strength. Under the name of the First Household of All Under Heaven, we can wage war, and none will dare object.”
“Do you truly believe the affairs of the Central Plains will flow so easily?”
Dokgo Un-hak interjected swiftly.
His eyes had grown cold as the depths of winter.
“If we wage war against the Moyong Family, do you think All Under Heaven will remain silent? The people’s hearts will turn. The martial realm will point fingers. And if someone targets our rear, what then?”
“…”
“Are you alone deciding this war? How can that become your achievement? Rather, it would…”
“What if that were not the case?”
“What?”
“What if.”
A brilliant light flashed in Dokgo Myeong’s eyes.
“All Under Heaven were to permit the main house’s war? What then?”
* * *
“Then I shall rely on your assistance, Patriarch Jegal.”
Hu Gu-dangju Ju Won-gwang set down his teacup as he spoke.
Before him, Jegal Mun, the Patriarch of the Jegal Household, regarded him with a complicated expression.
“Do you truly believe this will succeed? What scheme is Gae-bang truly plotting?”
Ju Won-gwang let out a hollow laugh.
“Our faction does not plot schemes. Surely you understand? We are merely those who observe and remain vigilant.”
“Then what is all this?”
Tap!
Jegal Mun’s index finger tapped against the map and documents spread across the table.
“A grand alliance of the martial world under heaven.”
Jegal Mun’s eyes wavered.
“The Martial Alliance, you say?”
The Martial Alliance.
It was an audaciously presumptuous name, one that felt awkward even to speak of carelessly.
Hundreds upon hundreds of martial artists lived and thrived, and where they gathered, countless sects and alliances rose and fell—that was the martial world.
The martial world was itself a name as vast as all under heaven.
A world unto itself.
The term “Martial Alliance,” which sought to encompass that entire realm, was something no one could speak of lightly.
“The Patriarch surely knows. There are those who have infiltrated even the Jegal Household, are there not?”
Jegal Mun’s eyes wavered.
“Moyong is the source. Truly a den of demons and a nest of evil.”
“And so….”
Jegal Mun clicked his tongue.
“You would make them a public enemy and convene an alliance to encompass the martial world? It’s preposterous. The government would never allow it, and no great organization would easily participate.”
“Huashan has already joined.”
“Huashan?”
One of the Three Great Sects, the thousand-year sword school of Huashan.
Even among the Nine Factions, they are called the foremost. The weight their name carries is far from light—not merely in martial prowess, but in symbolism and popular support that cannot be compared to any other force.
“Songshan as well. We are coordinating with Shaolin, and there is the Jingxian Alliance in Guizhou, and in the south, Hainan….”
“….”
“Our faction leader has already secured the consent of many. Can you truly say this is still preposterous?”
Jegal Mun exhaled a long sigh.
“A collective uprooting the roots of a single household. The appearance of it is not good.”
They unite their will to expel a public enemy of the martial world.
The intention is good. The justification is good.
Yet it is clearly a karmic debt and a grudge. Moreover, the Martial Alliance beginning with the annihilation of a single family was troubling from the start.
“The Martial Alliance will not wage war against Moyong.”
Jegal Mun started in surprise.
“Surely not?”
“The Dokgo Household will. They will stand at the vanguard and uproot Moyong. And the martial world, the Martial Alliance, will mediate.”
“…!”
Jegal Mun asked in a trembling voice.
“Has the Dokgo Household already reached an agreement?”
“Not yet. But a decision will come soon. There’s a terrifyingly formidable individual there, you see.”
Ju Won-gwang smiled.
“Household Lord. Make your decision. What will you do?”

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