Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 312

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Chapter 312
“Based on current intelligence, enemy forces number approximately one hundred fifty to two hundred. We believe they are led by Muyong Gaju, accompanied by the Jeokcheongseomdae and a small contingent of Jeongheol Disciples.”
“Merely Muyong Gaju and the Jeokcheongseomdae….”
“The Sezak operatives hidden within the main house have also joined forces, continuing their arson and sabotage operations.”
“This is no time for hesitation. Senior Commander, dispatch forces to the main house’s key structures immediately and relay to all family members that they should prepare according to our prior drills.”
“Understood!”
Wi Baek’s eyes deepened with thought.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa asked incredulously.
“Overseer, do you understand Muyong Gaju’s intentions? What does he hope to gain by striking the main house?”
The enemy forces were few, whereas this place was our main stronghold. The disparity in military strength was overwhelmingly in our favor.
Yet Wi Baek’s expression remained grave.
“They may intend to shake our rear guard, but….”
Wi Baek’s eyes flashed with insight.
“I believe they are thinking beyond this battle.”
“Beyond this battle?”
“Reputation. They are after reputation.”
Now that the Moyong Family’s misdeeds have been exposed, regardless of victory or defeat on the battlefield, they have no place left to stand in the martial world—assuming they ever wished to maintain their position as a legitimate orthodox faction among the great families.
“The foremost family under heaven, home to one of the Three Supremes. Simply setting fire to and attacking the main house becomes an achievement in itself. Infamy is still fame, and the Moyong Family seeks to seize this through force and rebuild their standing in the martial world through that notoriety.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s expression twisted.
Are these madmen?
They contemplate victory when defeat is certain.
‘Or do they not believe they will lose?’
Dokgo Hwi-hwa asked urgently.
“Is there any possibility they know of the Family Head’s absence?”
“It cannot be ruled out.”
“Hmm…!”
“This is grave. We cannot allow them to inflict further damage upon the main house.”
“I understand your meaning.”
No further damage can be allowed.
If that happens, the morale of our martial artists on the front lines will plummet, while the enemy’s morale will soar.
‘It must appear that these fools recklessly charged in, not that the main house was overwhelmed.’
For that, I need Muyong Tae’s head.
“Prepare an encirclement at once. This opportunity will allow me to capture the enemy Family Head.”
Screech!
Dokgo Hwi-hwa rose from her seat.
For just a moment, Muyong Gaju’s head flickered before her eyes. If she captured him, would it not be the greatest achievement since the war began?
‘But….’
One thing troubled her.
Would Muyong Tae not have considered this?
Boom!
At that moment, another Messenger burst through the door.
“Disaster has struck!”
“What happened!”
“The Muyong Gaju has single-handedly collapsed five pavilions! Baek Ho Sect Leader Seo Ryun’s fate is unknown! Taecheon Sect Leader is dead! Dogyeong Sect Leader and fifty others are on the brink of death!”
“…!!”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s eyes wavered.
“Alone? You’re saying the Muyong Gaju did all this by himself!”
“Y-yes! The fires caused by Jeokcheongseomdae and additional casualties are still being assessed…!”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa and Wi Baek’s gazes locked.
Their fears had become reality.
The Muyong Gaju had not charged forward recklessly. He had come with absolute certainty.
“I’ll leave this place in your hands.”
“Wait….”
“What is it?”
“You must be careful.”
“Of course. Just pray for my fortune.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Wi Baek’s eyes gleamed sharply.
“The fact that only Muyong Tae appeared—there must be a reason why the masters of Jeongheol Sect haven’t revealed themselves.”
“…!”
“This won’t end with just the main house. You must preserve the Alliance Leader’s life to handle the aftermath.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa nodded gravely and rushed outside without looking back.
“What’s the current situation!”
“They’ve reached the outer courtyard! We’ve confirmed that Eon Gaju, Beoncheon Myeolsa Sect Leader, and Jipbeop-bu Leader are moving!”
“With them, there’s no need to worry. Understood. Gather the forces and establish an encirclement.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa kicked off the ground.
Boom!
The stone floor shattered completely, and her body became a streak of light.
Soon Dokgo Hwi-hwa arrived at the center of the battlefield.
A group of Black-Robed Men rushed toward her like a swarm.
“You insolent wretches! How dare you—do you know who I am!”
Crash!
With a leisurely punch, Dokgo Hwi-hwa sent the Black-Robed Men flying like balls into the walls.
The power was devastating. Dokgo Hwi-hwa was displaying the true strength of the Dokgo Family, hidden from the martial world.
Crack! Boom!
With a casual palm strike, obstructing enemies were sent flying, and the flames scattered throughout dissipated helplessly.
It was overwhelming dominance. No one dared stand against her.
However.
Whoosh!
A wave of energy spreading from far away halted her steps.
Clang! Clang!
There stood an absolute master, single-handedly parrying the sword strikes of brilliant martial artists.
“Krraaaagh!”
A blood-soaked figure flew backward, accompanied by a cry of agony.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s eyes widened as she hastily sharpened her perception.
“The Jipbeop-bu Leader!”
Muyong Tae’s official robe billowed.
Dokgo Yeon-sin was being sent flying, bleeding profusely.
* * *
Wi Baek’s warning had been correct.
The enemy’s assault was not concentrated solely on the Dokgo Family.
Everything happened simultaneously.
At the very moment Muyong Tae, the Muyong Family Head who had remained hidden from the battlefield, ignited a calamitous flame upon the greatest clan under heaven.
In the margins of the martial world, an uninvited guest arrived for a certain sect leader and disciple rushing toward Fukien’s capital city.
“…!”
Screeeech!
The old man tearing through the night road skidded to a halt, gouging the earth.
His young disciple following behind also stopped abruptly in shock.
“Sect Leader?”
“….”
A secluded corner of Fukien’s capital city.
Though called a capital, the streets were desolate once night had fallen.
“What is the matter? Why do you stop?”
“Silence, you tactless fool.”
The sect leader, Yongdu Sect Leader Bang Jong-san of Gae-bang, stared into the quiet night streets.
“…Damn it, Dan-du of Fukien has already fallen.”
“Pardon?”
“He betrayed us.”
“…!”
“We’ve walked into a trap.”
At his sect leader’s murmur, which emanated a chilling aura, Ju Won-gwang’s head snapped around.
That was when it happened.
Clink!
A metallic sound began echoing from somewhere.
Jingle. Jingle.
The low metallic noise continued unbroken, slowly approaching them.
Bang Jong-san stared intently toward the source of the sound before speaking.
“Guest, do not delay. Show yourself.”
Jingle! Tap!
The metallic sound ceased, and from the darkness emerged an Elder Monk in a worn monastic robe.
“I bow to the Immortal Patriarch. I am called Ji-myeol.”
“…Ji-myeol Magoon.”
“It is an honor to meet the greatest prodigy under heaven.”
Ji-myeol Magoon turned his head.
“You must be Ju Won-gwang of the minor alliance. I hear you and your faction have caused quite a disturbance at our sect’s events.”
“…Merely good fortune, really. You made it far too easy for us. Hahahaha!”
Bang Jong-san glanced at his disciple, who was making light of the situation.
Though he stood with arms crossed as if at ease, his fingertips trembled—an attempt to hide his fear.
‘He has truly grown.’
To conceal terror and summon courage nonetheless.
Bang Jong-san smiled faintly and regarded Ji-myeol Magoon.
“I heard you suffered a great defeat recently. Did you have the leisure to concern yourself with us instead?”
“I learned of that only later. It is troublesome, but I cannot abandon my plans entirely.”
Ji-myeol Magoon removed his wooden hat and hung it behind his neck, smiling broadly.
At first glance, he appeared to be a high monk of profound cultivation. Had it not been for the acrid stench of decay that emanated from his entire being.
“Now I understand—that metallic sound was the ring hanging from the staff striking against itself.”
Bang Jong-san’s eyes gleamed.
“I have heard that the staff was originally used to drive away wild beasts and prevent unnecessary slaughter, yet how does a bloodfiend who craves blood appear wielding such a staff?”
“Ah, that is the logic of those who follow false teachings. Our sect employs the staff for the opposite reason.”
“The opposite reason?”
“Since this world is corrupted and corrupted again, reaching the Immortal Patriarch through cultivation is the true path of guidance. I, a divine servant who reveres Maitreya, carry this iron-capped staff to lead the masses.”
“And this true path of guidance—does it involve spilling blood?”
“Ah, you knew already?”
Ji-myeol Magoon smiled broadly and nodded.
“So I have bestowed much teaching upon the people here as well.”
“The people here?”
Bang Jong-san was startled.
“Surely not…?”
Bang Jong-san’s face contorted, and Ju Won-gwang, who had belatedly grasped the situation, spread his senses outward and widened his eyes.
There was no sign of life. Not merely a scarcity of people—even the sound of human breathing could not be heard.
“This is an outrage that heaven itself should condemn…. How can you show no fear? Why commit such atrocities against helpless commoners?”
“I do not expect you to understand. But know only this—such acts are not harmful to them.”
At his composed response, Bang Jong-san’s eyes blazed as if spewing fire.
“You demon! Have you come for Bang Jong-san’s head?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Creatures like you would never face me alone. Show me the forces you have prepared.”
Ji-myeol Magoon nodded.
“I pray you do not curse my preparations as insufficient.”
Clang!
As Ji-myeol Magoon struck his staff against the ground, the surrounding darkness rippled and moved.
“You may look forward to it. Our sect’s elite forces—the Black Bloodfiend and Ji-myeol.”
Whoooooosh!
As internal energy rippled from all directions, Ju Won-gwang cried out in alarm.
“Sorcery!”
“I know.”
The surrounding landscape began to distort subtly.
From the Yongcheon acupoint on the soles of my feet, vital energy began to drain away in minute quantities. Sima Waidao’s formation had been set up long ago.
“Why do you persist in meddling in others’ affairs, Chwigoe?”
“….”
“Our sect had no intention of dealing with you just yet. If you die, Gae-bang will fragment into five pieces.”
“You speak at great length about how Gae-bang remains incompletely under your control.”
Bang Jong-san laughed, then clicked his tongue.
‘Everyone misjudged.’
Mil-won, Bang Jong-san, Dokgo Myeong, and every other force that knew of the Jeongheol Sect.
They had all miscalculated.
They assumed the Jeongheol Sect hesitated to commit its full strength. True to their nature, they believed the sect was conserving power to find the next host once the Moyong Family was severed. That was what they thought.
But that was not it.
These bastards had staked everything on the Moyong Family.
‘This means I don’t have the Muyong Gaju, the Grand General, or even the other captains on my side….’
Bang Jong-san drew in the thick, humid air and exhaled slowly, suppressing the sigh that threatened to escape.
He could not show weakness before his disciple.
If he showed weakness, he would never be able to extract this boy from this place.
“Fool.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
“There is something you must do.”
“I won’t go.”
Ju Won-gwang spoke with resolve.
But the day when the student surpassed the master was still far off. For the old sect leader, breaking his disciple’s stubbornness was a simple matter.
“You must inform the Dokgo Family, Baek Jang Mun, Mil-won, and all the others as quickly as possible.”
“What?”
“The Black Bloodfiend should be at the front lines, and Ji-myeol has revealed himself here. But the Muyong Gaju and the Grand General are nowhere to be seen. What do you think this means?”
“…!”
“The Dokgo Family’s main house has certainly come under attack as well. Moreover….”
The Three Great Families too.
At those words, spoken barely above a whisper, Ju Won-gwang’s eyes widened.
“Do you understand what you must do?”
“But, but….”
“Listen here, boy. Even in my old age, I am foremost among the martial kings of the realm. I am not so weakened that I need the concern of a fledgling like you.”
Smack!
Bang Jong-san lightly struck Ju Won-gwang on the back of the head and stepped forward.
Ju Won-gwang, who had been hesitating, brightened his eyes.
“I will bring reinforcements.”
Boom!
Ju Won-gwang shot skyward in an instant.
“I cannot allow that.”
As Ji-myeol Magoon swept his stone spear, a group burst from the darkness, targeting Ju Won-gwang’s back.
In that moment, a cudgel appeared in Bang Jong-san’s hand.
Crack crack crack crack crack!
A chilling impact echoed through the air.
The Black-Robed Men who had leaped up were all driven into the ground, and Bang Jong-san landed lightly on the earth.
Kekeke!
Bang Jong-san’s cheerful laughter shattered the silence of the night street.
“So you’ve been ignoring me because I haven’t caused trouble lately, have you bastards?”
Boom!
Bang Jong-san stamped his foot.
“I am Bang Jong-san, Sect Leader of the Ten Million Gae-bang, you wretches!”
“Attack!”
Countless attacks poured down upon Bang Jong-san alone.
* * *
The Yongdu Sect Leader’s judgment was precise.
Shandong Province, Mount Taesan, the Hwangbo Family.
“How dare you!”
Hwangbo Cheong stamped his foot and declared sharply.
“These are Captains! Warriors of the Hwangbo Family, do not retreat—stand and fight!”
At the same moment, Hubei Province.
Flames erupted at the Jegal Family on Mount Yungjoong.
“Fire!”
Fire warfare tactics, of all places, against the lands where the descendants of Zhuge Liang dwelled.
“Enemy attack! The Wolong Corps suppresses the flames quickly! All others, face the enemy! Deploy the formation!”
Jegal Mun, the Jegal Family Head, controlled his forces from the front lines.
As if they had anticipated such an occurrence, the Jegal Family’s warriors met the Jeongheol Sect’s Captains in perfect unison.
And Hebei Province.
‘He’ revealed himself at the Paeng Family.
“State your name. You are no ordinary Captain.”
Peng Jin-cheol, sword raised, spoke breathlessly.
The man facing him answered.
“I am the Heavenly Slaughter General.”
The designations of each Magoon seemed arbitrary, yet they possessed their own logic.
Among them, the titles of the Three Great Magoons carried the meaning of Heaven, Earth, and Man—Ji-myeol for Earth, which destroys the land, and Bloodfiend for Man, which signifies black blood.
And in the position of Heaven stood the Heavenly Slaughter.
“Grand General…!”
“I determined that I myself must act to capture the Five Tiger Divine, the most outstanding martial force among the three family heads. Sect Leader Paeng should be pleased.”
Arrogance dripped from every word. A terrifying aura emanated from him.
“Ahahahahaha!”
Peng Jin-cheol suddenly burst into raucous laughter.
“So you’ve visited the other families too? You insolent bastard!”
Boom!
Peng Jin-cheol stamped his foot heavily, his eyes flashing with intensity.
“Vermin like you. Even if you all gathered in one place, it wouldn’t be enough—yet you dare threaten everywhere?”
“….”
“I will capture you and restore honor to the Dokgo Family.”
A true man, a true martial artist, must display strength even in the most desperate of circumstances.
Peng Jin-cheol drew his blade.

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