Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 321

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Chapter 321
“Sister?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
Dokgo Yeon walked toward him slowly.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re unharmed.”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Dokgo Yeon replied calmly as she drew near.
‘…Her aura has changed. I thought she was someone else.’
The legendary Dokgo Yeon, who would laugh heartily even with a hole through her chest, now showed not a trace of her former vitality.
Then Eon Yeop-pyeong spoke.
“Then I’ll go check on the Moyong Family’s prisoners.”
“Yes, Eon Gaju.”
“Prepare well, and just let me know before we depart.”
Silence settled over the space as they were left alone.
Dokgo Yeon was the first to break it.
“I heard Ak found his remains and even crafted a fine coffin for him. Thank you.”
“It was only what needed to be done.”
“It was… quite damaged.”
“…”
“The Jeongheol Sect dogs take the corpses of masters and use them for strange purposes, don’t they? Thanks to you, he was spared further indignity and could be laid to rest properly.”
Dokgo Yeon offered a somber smile.
“I was able to deliver the news personally to his wife and children, and even pour them a drink. I won’t forget this kindness.”
“Enough. Don’t embarrass me with talk of gratitude.”
Dokgo Myeong answered dismissively while observing Dokgo Yeon’s condition.
“What did you do with that spear you cherished so much?”
“…”
“Did you give it to Muyong Tae that day?”
The red spear she now carried seemed formidable enough, but it lacked the ethereal quality of the Guchen Spear.
Dokgo Yeon answered plainly.
“I did. At the same time, I bent it with my own hands.”
“What? You bent it?”
“It warped under Muyong Tae’s sword strike. Since he didn’t seem to want it straightened either, I melted it down and am currently reforging it. Since it’s not yet complete, I brought along this one as a temporary replacement.”
Had she really broken the spear she treasured enough to call by that name with her own hands?
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes narrowed.
“What happened?”
“Didn’t you hear? We fought, even joined forces, and lost. If Uncle hadn’t intervened, two of us would have died. One of them would have been me.”
Of course, if they had truly committed to such a life-or-death struggle, Muyong Tae would have had to sacrifice something as well.
But still, defeat was defeat.
“I’ve read the reports. I heard it was the Northern Ming Divine Technique.”
“It was terrifying.”
“Because it was sorcery, it became even harder to counter. If I had known how to deal with it, I wouldn’t have been pushed back so far.”
“But a loss is still a loss.”
Dokgo Yeon replied immediately, then let out a soft laugh.
“Stop it. That doesn’t suit you—offering comfort.”
“Then don’t sit around looking so dejected.”
Dokgo Myeong also chuckled softly at last.
“I don’t need your sympathy. I’ve simply come to realize that I’ve been living far too pleased with myself all this time.”
“My goodness, war is truly terrifying.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m witnessing the legendary Dokgo Gwang-gyeon finally maturing.”
Dokgo Yeon shrugged her shoulders and laughed.
“Heh, you’re right about that.”
“Wow, damn it! I’ve got goosebumps all over. When did you become so docile?”
While Dokgo Myeong cried out and rubbed his forearms vigorously, Dokgo Yeon simply continued laughing.
Then suddenly, her eyes gleamed.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“Why do I have a feeling I know what it is?”
“Take me with you.”
“….”
“I want to return to the battlefield.”
“What about the Myeolsa Brigade?”
“You would understand. How could I possibly lead those men after this?”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes blazed with intensity. One could even sense the killing intent and obsession within them.
“Will the Outer Hall Master permit this?”
“You are now the Left Commander of the Main Sect. This is not a matter you should concern yourself with.”
“Regardless. You understand what it means to place yourself under my command, don’t you?”
Different factions, different distributions, different positions.
Dokgo Un-hak had likely planned to either fill a vacant position in the right flank with Dokgo Yeon upon her return, or deploy her as a reserve force.
“If you don’t permit it, I’ll threaten to shatter my dantian right here.”
“…!”
“What use is martial prowess to a warrior who cannot even seek revenge?”
Dokgo Myeong’s expression turned cold.
“Are you truly serious about this?”
“Yes. You don’t need to thank me. I will become your spear….”
“Listen here, Sister.”
“What?”
“With that kind of mindset, I have no intention of accepting you. Give it up.”
At Dokgo Myeong’s cold voice, Dokgo Yeon’s expression hardened.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Does your pride hurt that much from a little scratch?”
“…!”
“Just because you’ve lost a few times by bad luck doesn’t mean you should act like you’ve lost everything in this world.”
“Don’t you think your words have crossed a line? What could you possibly know when you’ve never lost in your entire life!”
“Do you really think I wouldn’t understand?”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes wavered.
She recalled the days when Dokgo Myeong was called a dull-witted fool, but in truth, Dokgo Myeong was remembering his past life.
“If you thought I would welcome a master of your caliber, that would be a grave miscalculation. I prefer disciples with their heads on straight over mere masters.”
“What must I do then?”
“The fact that you’re asking me that is the problem itself.”
Whoosh!
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s aura erupted outward.
Dokgo Yeon momentarily forgot even how to breathe.
‘What is this…!’
It was shocking.
She had heard the reports from the battlefield, but this exceeded the rumors by far.
‘There’s no trace of injury. Even if recovery accelerates at higher realms, this is…!’
Why was it?
She could sense someone else’s presence in Dokgo Myeong’s form.
Muyong Tae.
That cursed man’s overwhelming aura—she felt it emanating from Dokgo Myeong as well.
“Look at this. Is this the sister who usually breaks so easily?”
“…!”
“You’ve simply been fortunate enough to experience only spring days until now. Do you understand?”
Dokgo Yeon’s expression twisted.
“A true martial artist is one who rises again after being battered by winter’s harsh winds and torrential monsoon rains. That’s what builds genuine pride.”
Dokgo Myeong turned away.
“Return to the family. Don’t show yourself before me again with such pathetic displays.”
Despite his harsh words, Dokgo Yeon felt no anger.
Instead, she felt shame. Hearing such words from her much younger brother. While he had advanced like this, she had been lying in bed, dwelling on her defeat.
“Damn it… Wait, stop right there.”
Dokgo Yeon ground her teeth as she spoke.
Tap.
Dokgo Myeong stopped and turned his head.
“Take me with you. I’ll face whatever winter winds or monsoon rains come my way.”
“….”
“You’re probably planning to strike at the vital points that will hurt the Jeongheol Sect and the Moyong Family most. Aren’t you? Take me to that battlefield too!”
Now that’s better.
I couldn’t bear to watch such a wild beast of a person wallowing in defeat like this.
“I have no intention of showing mercy just because you’re my elder.”
“The sea we’ve longed for!”
Goodness, listen to that voice. Truly.
Dokgo Myeong chuckled.
“Welcome as the Cheonma Sect’s first guest commander.”
Dokgo Yeon smiled brightly.
Then she scrunched her face this way and that, before clicking her tongue and grumbling.
“Damn it, I fell for it again. Does that tongue of yours get trained alongside your martial prowess or something?”
Even as she complained, Dokgo Yeon’s eyes burned with fierce intensity.
“I’m counting on you, Commander. Thanks to you, my mind’s completely sharp now!”
“Anytime you need it. I’ll even slap your cheek to snap you awake.”
The arrival of such reliable reinforcements was beyond reassuring.
It seemed they could wage a more aggressive battle than originally planned.
* * *
“Back to the battlefield again.”
“Tsk, if we had a bit more time, we’d have emptied every pocket in this unit.”
“Hey, keep the gambling reasonable.”
“The commander recommended it.”
“Do you think we’ll make it back alive this time?”
“Ugh! Don’t jinx us! You’ve got a curse on your mouth!”
The Cheonma Sect disciples exchanged jokes and banter, chattering away.
Led by the Five Cheonma Masters, the Cheonma Sect had only recently formed, yet an unmistakable camaraderie already flowed among them. Beyond that, the ease and solid martial strength unique to those who had endured countless battles was evident.
Once their abilities were questioned, but now neither enemy nor ally doubted them.
“You said this would be the last battle. When it ends, the main sect will be in an uproar.”
Yang Un-rang spoke while toying with his spear.
Bang Dan-a let out a soft laugh.
“My sect members will be quite anxious. They won’t know when I’ll return and cause chaos.”
“I’m not concerned with such things.”
“Then what are you thinking about?”
Hang San-gwi murmured.
“I only think of laying down everyone in sight, to console the spirits of the five who fell.”
At those words, the eyes of the Five Cheonma Masters gleamed.
That moment.
Someone walked through the gathered crowd.
“Everyone’s assembled.”
It was Dokgo Myeong.
Eighty-two mouths fell silent at once, and eighty-two pairs of eyes turned toward him.
“Did everyone rest well?”
“Yes!!”
“In truth, it doesn’t matter if you didn’t rest. This sortie will be the last. So I ask now, for the first and final time. Anyone who wishes to withdraw may do so.”
Dokgo Myeong continued in a calm voice.
“Instead, anyone who backs out will miss the spectacle of me smashing the Moyong Family’s signboard to pieces. I intend to crush all three Demon Lords of the Jeongheol Sect, crush the Moyong Family Head as well, shatter their signboard, and then proclaim it across the realm.”
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong stamped his foot with tremendous force.
“We, once scorned as worthless scraps, have gathered together and severed the lifeline of the Jeongheol Sect.”
“…!”
“We, who were mocked and crawled in the depths, have united our strength and buried the Moyong Family—the very axis of evil.”
“…!”
“We, the Cheonma Sect, have done this. I intend to shout it so loudly that even those five bastards in the netherworld will hear it.”
The martial qi infused in Dokgo Myeong’s voice shook the very souls of the disciples.
“Is there anyone who will back out?”
“….”
“Then we move. Cheonma Sect! Are you ready!”
“Yes!!”
Crash!
The sound of stamping feet and cries erupted like an explosion.
“Then Cheonma Sect! We march forth!”
“Waaaaaaaaa!!”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes wavered.
‘These people truly are.’
The momentum of the Cheonma Sect was different from that of the Main Sect Guards, who displayed refined martial bearing.
A raw, unpolished momentum.
Yet their military spirit was stronger than any martial artists Dokgo Yeon had ever witnessed.
And at the center of it all, there he was.
Dokgo Myeong.
He had gathered these rabble together and forged them into the Cheonma Sect.
‘Indeed, his gift for rhetoric surpasses even the most exquisite divine techniques and secret arts in the world.’
Dokgo Yeon let out a quiet laugh and gripped her spear tightly.
Her own heart burned with the same fervor as the Cheonma Sect disciples.
* * *
The Cheonma Sect began moving on horseback.
Moryong Sohgyo asked.
“Which plan do you intend to execute first?”
“I’ve given it thought, and with one more master added to our ranks, I believe we can move more aggressively.”
“That means….”
“We will divide our forces.”
To split the already small Cheonma Sect into separate groups.
From a military strategy standpoint, it would be a nonsensical order, yet Moryong Sohgyo raised no objection.
Had she not witnessed it in the last battle?
Each member of the Cheonma Sect was now a master worth a hundred men. Even if thousands of troops flooded toward them, they would not be captured—so how could they possibly be caught simply by being scattered?
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed with light.
“Geum Seok-du.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Scatter from Anhui to Fujian and gather intelligence on the current battlefield situation. Depart immediately.”
“Yes.”
“Prioritize collecting information related to Pacheonggun.”
“Understood. I’ll return within a day. Squad O! Break formation and move out!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Geum Seok-du’s subordinates vanished from the formation in an instant.
“Ye-hwa.”
“…You’re not calling me that child anymore?”
“Eliminate all eyes and ears in the vicinity. Hunt down the messengers on the front lines and neutralize those controlling information flow.”
“Yes, understood.”
Ye-hwa silently gestured to Jin-sa.
Her unit, the smallest in numbers, dispersed instantly.
“Dokgo Ak.”
“Yeah.”
“Move to the rear. The Jeongheol Sect likely has a tail following us. Go destroy it.”
Dokgo Ak grinned wickedly.
“Understood.”
Dokgo Ak’s unit peeled away smoothly.
Two remained.
Dokgo Myeong spoke.
“We move toward Fujian. We’ll take a wide arc and infiltrate directly into Zhejiang.”
“How do you intend to fight?”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
“I intend to repay them in kind.”
“Sir?”
While we bleed fighting on the front lines, they’ve been enjoying themselves in the rear.
Then we’ll do the same to them on the front lines.
The Cheonma Sect never forgets what we’ve endured.
Let’s see how they react when we selectively eliminate the main battlefield commanders.

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