Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 315

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Chapter 315
Dark energy from the Northern Abyss Divine Art converged upon the massive wound that cleaved across Muyong Tae’s upper body.
Ssssshhhhh!
White vapor rose from the laceration. He had even demonstrated regeneration, the signature technique of the Bloodfiend Art.
“And yet you still speak of divine techniques? Ha, what madness….”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa let out a hollow laugh before her face twisted.
“Muyong Gaju.”
“Speak.”
“Does power without a price exist in this world?”
Muyong Tae regarded Dokgo Hwi-hwa with calm composure.
“What price did you pay to forge a body and spirit capable of balancing the Northern Abyss Divine Art?”
“….”
“Was that price only yours to bear?”
If such power could be obtained through talent, training, and fortune alone, why would such individuals be so rare in this world?
Muyong Tae sneered.
“Once the result is achieved, the process becomes meaningless.”
“Do you not fear heavenly retribution?”
“Since I shall become heaven itself, who on this earth could possibly punish me?”
Grrrrrowwwl.
Muyong Tae shook his blade.
A heavy sword cry, like the roar of a beast, reverberated outward.
“A martial art that possesses a countermeasure cannot be called divine technique. Thanks to you, my divine technique shall reach even greater perfection.”
“….”
“You have exceeded my expectations, warriors of the Dokgo Family. I shall grant you passage without suffering, as a token of my praise.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa sneered.
“Have you forgotten that your weakness remains unchanged?”
“If you are capable, then try.”
“Very well. I was planning to do so anyway.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s smile deepened.
“However, it seems we may not need to bother.”
“…?”
In that instant, Muyong Tae’s head snapped around.
WHOOOOOOSH!
Like dawn breaking through darkness.
A terrifying energy blast erupted from the empty air.
* * *
“Are you alright?”
“What is it?”
“No, I just….”
Dokgo Ak, who had suddenly approached Dokgo Myeong’s side, trailed off.
“What are you saying, speak clearly if you’re going to say something.”
“I’m asking if you’ll have any regrets.”
Dokgo Ak gazed ahead.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
The main forces of the Dokgo Family began their advance.
Leaving only the wounded, including those from the Cheonma Sect barracks, behind.
An urgent report had arrived, and within merely two hours, a decision was made. Dokgo Un-hak chose to advance as Dokgo Myeong had suggested.
“Do you have some other concern? Is that why you’re sending the main force ahead first…?”
“Even if I did, what could we do about it now?”
“That’s not it. Everyone’s exhausted.”
The Cheonma Sect still needed more time. In the end, Dokgo Myeong had proposed a battle he himself wouldn’t participate in.
Some would call him irresponsible or a coward, but all the Cheonma Sect disciples knew the truth.
It was Dokgo Myeong whose heart burned most fiercely right now.
If he had multiple bodies, he would have wanted to rush to every location immediately.
“It’ll be fine.”
“…?”
“Gae-bang is incredibly strong, isn’t he? The Three Great Families aren’t called martial families for nothing. The main house too… anyway, nothing serious will happen.”
Dokgo Myeong looked at Dokgo Ak and let out a soft laugh.
“What is it? Are you worried about me?”
“Why not? Can’t a younger brother be concerned about his older brother?”
Dokgo Ak grumbled and kicked at the stones scattered on the ground.
A smile bloomed on Dokgo Myeong’s lips as he watched him with wide eyes.
“You’ve really grown up. Even worrying about your brother now. You’ve become a real person, you brat.”
“Actually, Nangung’s young lady asked me to come. Even that bastard Cheolmu-baek made a subtle request.”
“Huh?”
“He said I’d be able to speak more freely if I went.”
Dokgo Ak spoke honestly.
But Dokgo Myeong’s smile only grew more satisfied.
“The fact that you can say that so honestly is remarkable in itself. Come here, you bastard. I need to pat your head.”
“Ah! Ah! Get your hands away! Ugh! Stop it! Damn it, you’re just ridiculously strong!”
Dokgo Ak cried out in protest as Dokgo Myeong’s hands ruffled his hair wildly.
Yet he didn’t push back too roughly, as if he didn’t entirely dislike it.
“If you can joke around like this, things must really be okay.”
“That’s all we can do—believe it will be.”
“…”
“I can’t help but worry. My insides are rotting away. Ugh, damn it.”
Dokgo Myeong’s brow furrowed deeply.
There hadn’t been a single piece of good news.
And now an attack on the main house?
‘Muyong Tae. Even if that bastard displays martial prowess similar to his past life, it’s still a problem—he’s definitely grown stronger than before.’
If I hadn’t recklessly thrown myself into the Heavenly Net of Doom, my body would still be intact by now, and then I could have charged anywhere alongside the Cheonma Sect.
Whenever such thoughts crossed my mind, it felt as though demonic possession could strike me at any moment.
“Then why did you?”
“Why what?”
“You could have just sent our skilled masters to the main house. The Overseer said the same thing.”
Dokgo Ak shared the same concerns. He too was someone who had left his parents at the main house.
“They probably wanted to launch the attack themselves. There was simply no one to voice it directly.”
“Then ultimately, if you had pushed harder, the leadership would have…”
“They probably would have.”
“Then… then why?”
Dokgo Myeong met Dokgo Ak’s gaze.
In that instant, Dokgo Ak’s eyes widened.
Dokgo Myeong was smiling.
“I can’t tell them to send reinforcements to the main house just because I’m worried, when it will be fine anyway.”
“What?”
“The main house will be fine.”
It wasn’t vague faith. In Dokgo Myeong’s eyes shone the light of absolute certainty.
“Because there’s a terrifying master at the main house.”
* * *
A miracle worker, the Dokgo Household’s greatest financier,
Geumsan Sect Leader Son Tae-im faced death for the second time in his life.
Crash!
“Geumsan Sect Leader Son Tae-im. Confirmed. I shall take your head.”
“No, not me! My name isn’t actually Son Tae-im, it’s…”
“Hand over your head quietly.”
The Black-Robed Man who had stormed into the Cheonma Sect immediately swung his blade at Son Tae-im.
“Ahhhhh! Baek Ok-gak!”
“Duck!”
Clang!
Dokgo Jo-hak grabbed Son Tae-im by the collar and yanked him backward, then severed the Black-Robed Man’s neck.
“Ugh! Blood! Blood!”
How did this Son Tae-im end up on an assassination list that wasn’t even written in his fate?
Living so lawlessly before heaven that… honestly, not quite to that extent, but regardless, I never lived a life that would attract assassins!
‘I’m dying. This time I’m really dying. If I’m not careful, I’ll follow the previous Sect Leader.’
The previous Sect Leader, who had actually died during the first crisis when he nearly died with his nose pierced by Dokgo Myeong, came to mind.
He could almost see that figure waving from far away. I hope he disappears. I’ve switched allegiances now!
“A man weeping over such trifles! And you call yourself the Sect Leader of the Greatest Household Under Heaven? Get yourself together!”
Smack!
“Oof!”
“Overseer Jo. Look after Sect Leader Son!”
“Yes, yes!”
Dokgo Jo-hak slashed through the enemies pouring into the Cheonma Sect, his breathing ragged and heavy.
‘Damn it. Am I a primary assassination target? I should never have neglected my martial training.’
The three men—Jo-ryang, Son Tae-im, and Dokgo Jo-hak—who had gathered at the Cheonma Sect to work late into the night now faced the enemy’s most direct assault.
Moreover, he was worried about his wife. If they had truly targeted him and sent assassins all the way to Baek Ok-gak….
‘If only I had brought an escort, I could have broken through quickly and reached Baek Ok-gak!’
Had he grown too careless because they were inside the compound?
What in the world could be done about this?
That was when it happened.
Boom-boom-boom!
An explosion thundered from somewhere within the Cheonma Sect.
Jo-ryang cried out.
“There! Fire!”
“These bastards, now?!”
It was escalating beyond measure. Since they were fortified inside, the enemy had set fires to force them out.
‘What can I do…!’
That very moment.
Whoosh!
The flames shot up, then extinguished without a sound.
Had the fire been set incorrectly?
Even with oil poured on it, the flames died, and he could sense the enemy’s confusion deepening.
Dokgo Jo-hak, watching it all, murmured vacantly.
“He’s here.”
Jo-ryang and Son Tae-im looked at him with bewildered eyes.
Splash!
Dozens of enemies targeting the Cheonma Sect suddenly collapsed, blood pouring from their bodies.
“Gasp!”
“What, what is this?”
Jo-ryang and Geum Seok-du stared wide-eyed in shock.
“W-what just happened? This is… this is something even ghosts would weep over….”
In a single instant, the fire extinguished, darkness fell, and the enemies met death all at once.
Son Tae-im, trembling with fear, asked in a shaking voice.
Dokgo Jo-hak, staring into the darkness, answered.
“Something even ghosts would weep over, you say? That’s not entirely wrong.”
“Y-yes?”
Dokgo Jo-hak let out a hollow laugh.
As the only master among the three, he could see clearly through the darkness.
Slash!
A man wielding a single sword.
He was calmly brushing off his blade, which was broken in the middle and no longer whole.
“The Swordghost has drawn his blade.”
Though his name had faded from memory, he was once the Dokgo Family’s sharpest sword—a blade that made the underworld of the martial realm tremble with fear.
A master so formidable that none dared approach him until he shattered his own sword.
Dokgo Wi-hak revealed himself.
“Go forth.”
At Dokgo Jo-hak’s words, Dokgo Wi-hak in the darkness gave a single nod.
Whoosh!
He soared into the air like a crane in flight.
Dokgo Jo-hak knew exactly where he was headed.
* * *
Flutter.
A man descended to the ground, his long robe billowing around him.
His bearing was closer to that of a scholar than a martial artist—like witnessing a celestial immortal.
But the moment his feet touched the earth, that impression vanished without a trace.
Whoosh!
The air trembled.
Where Muyong Tae’s vital force seemed to suppress all things, this man’s vital force was rough and sharp—as if ready to shatter and cleave everything in an instant.
Thud, thud.
With unwavering steps, he advanced toward Muyong Tae.
Not a man, but a ferocious beast prowling closer. The heavy sound of his footfalls quickened the heartbeats of all who heard them.
Muyong Tae spoke the man’s name aloud.
“Swordghost.”
A name perhaps more vividly remembered by those who lived in that era than even the Sword King himself.
Muyong Tae faced Dokgo Wi-hak.
“It has been long. I thought you had withdrawn from the affairs of the martial realm?”
“No matter how I broke my sword, I have no reason to turn a blind eye to enemies who have invaded my family.”
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
The auras of two supreme masters intertwined, and heaven and earth shook.
Stone fragments scattered across the ground rose of their own accord, and a sudden gale began to sweep through.
“Do you intend to try?”
Dokgo Wi-hak spoke.
Muyong Tae’s expressionless face twisted. It almost seemed like a smile.
“And you—can you handle it?”
In that instant, the wind blew.
Whoosh!
The world stopped.
All violent changes held their breath, and the world fell into silence.
Tearing through that momentary stillness, the two moved simultaneously.
Boom!
The world warped with the violent collision.
The ground beneath them, destabilized by their fierce clash, gave way with a sickening crunch. Both fighters were hurled backward simultaneously.
Clang! Clang! Clang-clang-clang!
Sparks of various sizes erupted through the thick darkness.
What in the world was happening here?
Dokgo Yeon asked in a trembling voice.
“U-Uncle to that extent…?”
I knew he was strong. My father, Dokgo Un-hak, occasionally spoke as though he was wary of Dokgo Wi-hak.
But to this degree?
Standing alone against a master whom four would struggle to match?
“In this era, you siblings are called the Twin Dragons of the Dokgo Family.”
“…What?”
“In the previous era, he and your father earned that title together.”
“…!!”
Flash! Boom-boom-boom!
A pavilion suddenly collapsed.
The ground split open, and the brick tower beside it crumbled as though swept away by a typhoon.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa spoke with a hardened expression.
“We should assist.”
My pride was already set aside. There was no reason to avoid combining our efforts.
None of us three were at a level where we couldn’t coordinate with Dokgo Wi-hak.
‘Muyong Tae—we capture him here.’
But in that moment.
Flash!
Something glinted behind Dokgo Wi-hak.
It was unmistakably a human shadow.
“Enemy!”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s eyes widened as she extended her hand.
Whoosh! Crash!
The shadow brought its blade down toward Dokgo Wi-hak’s back before Dokgo Hwi-hwa could react.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, Dokgo Wi-hak was driven backward, scraping the ground violently. He twisted his body in that instant to evade.
Slip.
Yet he hadn’t dodged perfectly—blood seeped through as his shoulder’s garment tore away.
‘A master of that caliber… Mumeong, Captain of the Jeokcheongseomdae!’
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s eyes flashed with recognition.
Then Muyong Tae fixed his gaze on Mumeong and spoke.
“I told you not to intervene.”
His voice carried clear reproach, tinged with anger.
Mumeong lowered his head and replied.
“The talisman has burned away.”
“…What did you say?”
“The enemy has advanced.”
“…”
Muyong Tae’s eyebrows rose sharply.
He paused in thought, letting his sword hang loose as he surveyed his surroundings.
The chaos of the battlefield, Dokgo Wi-hak standing before him, and three elderly masters slowly rising to their feet.
Muyong Tae’s contorted expression gradually relaxed as he spoke.
“I’ve accomplished what needed to be done.”
“…”
“I’m leaving.”
Not a trace of hesitation crossed his face.
Yet a single voice blocked his path.
“Do you delude yourself into thinking you have a choice?”
Dokgo Wi-hak unleashed a sinister aura.
Muyong Tae fixed his gaze upon him and spoke.
“I too burn with desire to witness that blade which shattered the orthodox lineage of the Wudang school…”
Muyong Tae shook his head.
“While you obstruct me, the damage will only grow. By now, the Jeongheol Disciples have surely swarmed into the Sipjeon Mugo.”
“…”
“I confess my curiosity. What lengths might those disciples—who spare no method or means—be capable of?”
The Jeokcheongseomdae and the Cheongseokmdae combined numbered merely two hundred.
But the number of Jeongheol Disciples currently wreaking chaos within the main house remained beyond calculation.
“…”
Dokgo Wi-hak stared at Muyong Tae in silence.
“This cannot stand.”
Dokgo Wi-hak’s blade extended forward.

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