Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 291

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Chapter 291
Jiangxi Province, the domain of the Moyong Family, lay nestled in a remote corner of the Central Plains.
To the east lay the sea, while to all other directions it bordered Jiangsu, Anhui, Jiangxi, and Fujian.
Thus, for the Dokgo clan based in Hunan to enter Zhejiang, they had to undertake a long journey crossing an entire province—Jiangxi, the fertile land where Poyang Lake was situated.
“If we break through Jiangxi alone, victory is ours.”
In the gathering place of the leadership.
Dokgo Un-hak tapped the map of Jiangxi Province and spoke.
“They say even a dog eats half its fill in its own house. But what if we tear down every wall and gate?”
Jiangxi Province was the first and final gateway to pierce the heart of the Moyong Family.
From Jiangxi, I could strike straight into Zhejiang and land a blow to the Moyong Family’s solar plexus, or circle around through Anhui to break their ribs, or cross into Fujian and ascend to sever their legs.
For the Moyong Family, it was a land they absolutely had to defend; for the Dokgo clan, it was a land they absolutely had to breach.
And the Dokgo clan was breaking through the masters of the Moyong Family one by one who guarded that gateway.
“Victory report from the left army! Commander Dokgo Gun of the left army has defeated the martial sect led by Danwol Sword!”
“Urgent dispatch from Commander Dokgo Yeon! Near Yuhua Mountain, she encountered an elder ranked fifteenth within the Moyong Family and routed them without casualties!”
“Victory reports have arrived from the Assassin Corps and Phoenix Corps as well. They have completely subdued the Yichun region.”
“A great victory! A great victory!”
Not long after the battlefield opened, victory reports arrived daily at the headquarters where the Dokgo clan’s leadership gathered.
Among them, the most brilliant military achievements were accumulated by the Dokgo Twin Dragons—the siblings Gun and Yeon.
Whoosh! Crash!
With a thunderous sound, the spear moved, and the people standing before it collapsed like bundles of straw.
It was Dokgo Yeon, commander of the Beon-cheon Myeol-sa Alliance, which had become an independent strike force directly under the command headquarters.
“Move out! Strike only the masters! The left army will handle the cleanup anyway!”
A single steel flower blooming on the battlefield. Wielding the Hongcheon Spear weighing eighty jin, she swept away renowned masters, and whenever the Beon-cheon Myeol-sa Alliance appeared, the Moyong Family’s forces scrambled to retreat.
Thus, Dokgo Yeon crisscrossed any front line that seemed to falter even slightly, collecting the heads of Moyong Family masters.
“Commander! It’s finished!”
“Hah! What of the left army?”
“They’ve laid waste to the branch and captured three elders who held the front line.”
“Truly monsters, the lot of them.”
Recently, Dokgo Myeong had garnered attention as the so-called number one prospect in the world, but originally that title belonged to Dokgo Gun and Dokgo Yeon.
And as if reclaiming their rightful names, the two siblings pushed relentlessly against the Moyong Family.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“What, they were just small fry anyway.”
After finishing one battle, Dokgo Yeon encountered Dokgo Gun.
Dokgo Yeon slung her spear across her shoulder and spoke.
“I’m moving out immediately. What will you do?”
“Where are you moving to?”
“I’m thinking of finding a suitable plain nearby and camping out.”
“There’s no need for that. I found a large inn in this area. We can rest there for a while.”
“…An inn?”
“Is there a problem with that?”
Though it was nearly a civil war of grand scale, it was ultimately just a conflict among martial artists. There would be no expulsion of commoners from their homes, no plundering, no burning of villages.
Naturally, there was no problem settling and resting in cities and towns. Since I had succeeded in crushing the Moyong Family forces in the vicinity, there was no need to construct fortifications or sleep under the stars.
“…No, even so, we should stay separately.”
“Is there a particular reason for that?”
“Well… that bastard Myeong-i advised it.”
“Myeong-i.”
Dokgo Gun’s eyes gleamed.
The light in his gaze seemed particularly cold, perhaps from the blood staining his robes as he had crossed the battlefield.
“Very well, if that is your wish, it should be respected. Is the food supply sufficient?”
“It’s enough. Don’t worry.”
“After such fierce combat, sleeping rough in the open field would surely breed considerable discontent among the disciples.”
Dokgo Yeon laughed softly.
“Then I suppose I’ll just have to take a beating for it.”
Dokgo Gun nodded as he watched Dokgo Yeon wave the Gung-cheon Spear about while speaking.
A leader like Dokgo Yeon, who was respected by her subordinates yet maintained an informal rapport with them, would naturally see such discontent fade away.
“Wow, truly our Leader. You’re being too much.”
“What is?”
“We’ve all suffered greatly, and you’re telling us to chew on jerky by the roadside? There’s a village right ahead—couldn’t we at least get some hot broth?”
“No. We’re in the middle of war, you fools. Everyone just eat your grain pills and get some sleep!”
“Ugh, we’ve earned merit, yet here we are sleeping in the dew.”
Leaving the grumbling sect members behind, Dokgo Yeon walked apart from them.
As she surveyed the nearby area as if on patrol, she suddenly looked up at the sky.
Patter! Pitter-patter!
Light rain began to fall from the dark, overcast sky. It seemed the disciples’ discontent would only deepen.
‘Did that bastard misjudge something?’
Dokgo Yeon walked the perimeter once more, lost in thought.
‘If he were present on the battlefield, I wouldn’t feel this uneasy.’
What would he be thinking upon seeing the current situation?
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A land far removed from the battlefield.
Rain also fell on Ilyu County in western Hunan Province, the region bordering Junggyeong, which was Paedobyeon’s territory.
Patter! Pitter-patter!
Gyeongcheon Salgwi, the Sect Leader of the Gyeongcheon Sect, infamous for his cruelty in dominating the region, clicked his tongue as he gazed at the rainwater.
“Tsk, the atmosphere these days is already foul, suffocating me, and now rain too… this is absolutely ridiculous.”
It was then.
Crash!
“Sect Leader! Sect Leader!!”
The Vice Sect Leader of the Gyeongcheon Sect burst through the door and shouted urgently.
“What is it! What’s all this commotion!”
“Enemy attack! It’s an enemy attack, Sect Leader!”
“…!”
Gyeongcheon Salgwi’s expression shifted dramatically.
“Who in blazes!”
“Those ones! The ones who brought down Baekma Mountain Fortress and Jang Ga Ssang-gwi not long ago! They’ve already arrived at the foot of the mountain!”
“…!”
Shock flashed across Gyeongcheon Salgwi’s eyes.
“Quick, quick! Assemble the disciples! Now!”
“There’s no time for that…!”
Kabooooom!
The moment Gyeongcheon Sect Leader Gyeongcheon Salgwi cried out in panic, a terrifying explosion erupted.
“Enemies! Gasp!”
“Kyaaaah!”
Crash! Clang clang clang!
Followed by piercing screams and the metallic ring of steel echoing through the air.
“What in the world is this!”
Gyeongcheon Salgwi rushed outside in urgency.
Upon seeing those who had breached the sect’s main gate, he froze in place.
‘D-Dragon warriors?’
At first, he thought they were legendary beings. The dark blue scale armor with a faint luster had momentarily appeared like dragon scales.
Gyeongcheon Salgwi recalled the name of a certain unit that had been terrorizing Honam with such armor in recent times.
“The, the Cheonma Sect…!”
“I always wondered why ‘Salgwi’ was attached to your epithet, but you truly reek of corpse rot, don’t you?”
Yang Un-rang, a Cheonma Sect member wielding a spear, spoke in a cold voice.
His momentum was absolutely extraordinary.
He seemed to be a master one level below the peak expert Gyeongcheon Salgwi, yet his martial prowess was so exceptional that it was difficult to gauge accurately.
“What business does the Cheonma Sect have with Gyeongcheon Sect?”
“Must I explain?”
“W-We have kept to ourselves! We have never interfered with the Dokgo clan’s affairs!”
“I’m afraid that’s not our concern. Our commander desired the annihilation of this sect, so we’ve come merely to claim the plaque.”
“…!”
What kind of madmen were these? To speak of destroying a regionally renowned sect so casually!
Yet it was no mere bluster. In truth, the number of mountain fortresses and branch sects that had fallen to these men recently was incalculable.
Gyeongcheon Salgwi gritted his teeth and shouted.
“You bastards! What are you doing! Their numbers are few! No matter how skilled they are, they cannot overcome this difference in numbers!”
“Gyeongcheon disciples! Draw your blades! Let us taste blood!”
The Gyeongcheon Sect numbered over a hundred.
In contrast, the Cheonma Sect visitors appeared to be merely around twenty.
However.
“Commander. Shall we begin?”
“I told you not to speak.”
The moment Namgung Sohwa’s unit and Dokgo Ak’s unit charged forward, the battle didn’t last long.
Crash! Bang!
With each thunderous collision, the Gyeongcheon Sect disciples fell like dominoes.
It looked like a fight between a child and an adult. Every time something flashed, the Gyeongcheon disciples crumbled helplessly.
“Those… those insane…!”
Fear settled into Gyeongcheon Salgwi’s eyes.
They were the terror and nightmare of the recent Honam Sect members.
Gyeongcheon Salgwi was confident in his martial prowess at its peak, but so had been those who died before him.
‘I can’t win! I have to escape!’
Gyeongcheon Salgwi fled without even attempting to fight.
And then.
Slash!
“Gasp!”
A single blade erupting from the darkness pierced his chest before he could even mount a proper defense.
“A… an assassin…?! How could disciples of a noble house employ assassins…?”
Thud!
Right after Gyeongcheon Salgwi fell.
Whoosh.
Two figures emerged from the darkness that had seemed empty.
It was Ye-hwa and Jin-sa. Ye-hwa opened her mouth as she looked at Jin-sa.
“Points deducted.”
“…Why?”
“He left a dying statement, didn’t he? You should have sent him off before he could make a sound. Looks like we’ll need another training session when we get back.”
“…”
“Respond.”
“Yes.”
“That lacked sincerity. Former assassins have a high relapse rate with their big mouths. Want to receive some treatment? I’ll give you a spiritual experience.”
Ye-hwa swung her small fists back and forth.
Getting hit by those tiny fists meant experiencing something spiritual—seeing the River of Three Paths, or perhaps seeing the faces of parents you’d never seen before in your life there.
“Yes, I’ll work hard!”
“Good. Do your best.”
Jin-sa’s expression twisted.
The emotionless man had developed more expressions lately, all because of this demonic manager. She was the youngest among the managers, yet treated the disciples as roughly as Dokgo Myeong did.
“Stop spacing out and chase down those who fled.”
As Ye-hwa spoke flatly, the darkness behind the ceiling and walls stirred, and something scattered in all directions.
It took only half an hour for the Black Blade Sect, which had dominated the region, to crumble completely.
“Stop. That’s enough.”
Whoosh!
At the indifferent voice, all the disciples stopped their movements simultaneously.
Soon everyone’s gaze concentrated on where the voice had come from.
At the center surrounded by the Cheonma Sect disciples stood Dokgo Myeong.
“Leave the stragglers to Ye-hwa’s unit and begin moving. Geum Seok-du’s unit will handle the cleanup. Make sure to collect those plaques and bring them to the Cheonma headquarters. Let’s see how many we can gather.”
“Yes!”
“Next is the mountain stronghold. Some horse bandit who fled from Hubei has taken control of it and settled in. Move out.”
The moment the order fell, the Cheonma Sect disciples poured out like a flood.
Gone was the clumsiness of their past. Despite their free-spirited nature, they moved with military discipline. Without instruction or command from Dokgo Myeong or the other managers, they operated in perfect unison.
In the time that had passed since the war began and they were left in the rear, the Cheonma Sect was beginning to show the fruits of their hellish training.
Those deserving death, sects that needed to be destroyed, groups showing disrespect—the Cheonma Sect visited them all.
In this chaotic era, villains and organizations worthy of slaughter were abundant, and through real combat, the Cheonma Sect was reborn as a true military force.
“But how much longer do we have to keep doing this and wandering around?”
Dokgo Ak asked with evident boredom.
A considerable amount of time had passed since he and the other managers began accompanying the Cheonma Sect without fighting, cleaning up the surrounding areas. The managers had deliberately refrained from participating in combat, fearing they might hinder the disciples’ growth.
“At this rate, won’t the real war end without us even getting to participate? I heard they’ve already advanced all the way to Namchang?”
“Word will come soon, so stop your whining, you brat.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Dokgo Ak grumbled as he asked.
In truth, the other managers beside him were also watching carefully for signs.
Namgung Sohwa quietly opened her mouth.
“Actually, there’s been some discontent quietly spreading among the disciples lately.”
“Discontent? What kind of discontent?”
“The worry that we might never encounter the Moyong Family or Jeongheol Sect disciples, and that we’ll remain stuck in the rear.”
Unlike the managers deeply entangled with Dokgo Myeong, the Cheonma Sect still lacked sufficient motivation.
Their motivation ultimately came down to showcasing the achievements they’d built within the Cheonma Sect. But staying in the rear all this time, discontent was inevitable.
“Comfort them appropriately. It’s nearly upon us now.”
“You’re really sure it’s nearly upon us?”
“…Truth is, I’m not entirely sure either.”
This is something that never happened in my past life.
I never expected the main household to achieve such consecutive victories.
‘What are these Moyong bastards even doing? I can’t exactly pray for them to fight harder either.’
Wow, what if we really just keep stacking victories and push all the way to Zhejiang like this?
Of course, that couldn’t be the case. I was certain of at least that much.
Rustle!
“Commander.”
“Jang Han-chung?”
“Yes, sir.”
During their movement, someone approached the Cheonma Sect. It was Jang Han-chung from Geum Seok-du’s unit.
“Manager Geum has uncovered some intelligence. Cross-verification with Cheon I-gak and Gae-bang is complete.
“What news is it?”
“There’s been a change in the war situation. The Overseer’s office is urgently searching for you, Commander.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes flashed with intensity.

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