Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 362

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Chapter 362
“…This is not a decision I can make on my own authority. I will send Jeon Seo-gu to the main sect. Please wait a moment.”
In the end, the Current White Immortal retreated a step, and Dokgo Myeong said he would wait before standing beside his companions.
Naturally, chaos erupted.
“Captain, please don’t go!”
“Commander, this won’t do.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
Geum Seok-du, Seo Ryun, and Gwak Dae-ryong all rushed to stop Dokgo Myeong at once.
But they knew well. This stubborn ruffian never went back on a decision once made.
“I’m heading to Cheonju Mountain first. I’ll get there without delay.”
“We don’t know what might happen there. The Hwangsan Sect is one of the Nine Great Sects.”
“Which means the White Blade is also a prestigious sect.”
“…But ultimately, they are still a martial sect of the jianghu, are they not?”
No matter how much the Hwangsan Sect claimed to be a Daoist sect, they were simultaneously a martial sect of the jianghu. If anything, their martial character had only grown stronger in recent times.
Of course, they wouldn’t easily harm Dokgo Myeong, who had drawn the attention of the entire jianghu. But who could say what humiliation might befall him in a place where he had no allies?
And honestly….
‘I’m afraid the Captain might cause trouble when no one can stop him.’
He had never been controllable before, but now Dokgo Myeong seemed truly beyond anyone’s reach. Sending him alone like this—there was no telling what might happen.
Then Dokgo Myeong spoke.
“If the Hwangsan Sect truly shows the bearing of one of the Nine Great Sects, I’ll simply pay my respects and leave quietly.”
“You’re the one who always says the White Blade and Black Blade are ultimately the same….”
Still, wouldn’t one of the Nine Great Sects be somewhat different?
Geum Seok-du let out a groan of anguish.
In the end, even Namgung Sohwa grabbed at Dokgo Myeong’s sleeve to stop him.
“Don’t go. It’s fine. There’s no need to do this for me.”
She was so exhausted that her grip had no strength in it.
But Dokgo Myeong gently removed her hand and spoke.
“Stop worrying. These people have suffered enough. The least I can do is lay them to rest properly.”
“….”
Not long after.
A martial artist from the Hwangsan Sect side, who had been gathered at some distance away, approached.
“A message has arrived from the main sect.”
“And?”
“The Sect Leader has granted permission for your visit. He asked me to convey his welcome.”
“Welcome, he says….”
Quite an interesting choice of words, wasn’t it?
“Very well. Let us depart at once.”
Thus Dokgo Myeong set out toward the Hwangsan Sect.
* * *
Though the distance to the main sect was considerable, since everyone in the party was a martial artist, they reached the foot of Hwangsan in no time.
Crunch, crunch.
Dokgo Myeong climbed the mountain without hesitation, his face as serene as someone out for a leisurely stroll.
Though Hwangsan Sect disciples surrounded the mountain path before and behind, his steps remained unhurried and composed. He even paused occasionally to admire the mountain’s contours, leaving not only the disciples but even the Current White Immortal unable to speak carelessly.
‘Does this man feel no fear at all?’
How could he be so at ease, knowing what awaited him inside?
The group ascended the mountain in silence until they finally arrived at Yeonhwa Peak, the highest summit of Hwangsan.
The Hwangsan Sect.
A plaque hung at the mountain gate’s entrance, inscribed with characters as bold and commanding as a dragon.
Below it, Dokgo Myeong could see a middle-aged Taoist and numerous disciples arrayed behind him.
“Primordial Heavenly Worthy. I am Hyeon Cheong-jin of Hwangsan, honored to receive the renowned Dokgo Myeong of the Dokgo Family.”
“The pleasure is mine. I am Myeong of the Dokgo Family.”
“I shall guide you to the reception hall. However, before that….”
As Hyeon Cheong-jin gave a subtle gesture, a disciple who appeared to be Dokgo Myeong’s contemporary stepped forward.
“I am called Mok-wi of Hwangsan. I shall return your weapons when you depart, so please entrust them to me.”
Mok-wi spoke respectfully and extended his hand.
“I have never heard that Hwangsan adopted the tradition of surrendering swords.”
“This place is a sanctuary for cultivators pursuing the Way. The aura and killing intent of bladed weapons could disturb the minds of our disciples, could they not?”
Hyeon Cheong-jin spoke with a subtle smile, and Dokgo Myeong returned a faint smile of his own.
“If one’s cultivation can be shaken by mere steel, what purpose is there in training in remote mountains and valleys?”
….
Silence descended.
The air near the quiet mountain gate grew sharp as a blade.
“…Myeong.”
“Speak.”
“If you wish to meet the Sect Leader of this sect, should you not first observe proper courtesy?”
Dokgo Myeong stared at Hyeon Cheong-jin without responding.
Gulp.
In the silence, someone’s swallow sounded as loud as thunder.
Soon, Dokgo Myeong’s gaze shifted to the disciples standing behind Hyeon Cheong-jin.
Clang!
In an instant, Dokgo Myeong grasped his Hyeonchel Heavy Sword.
The moment everyone’s eyes widened.
“Take it.”
Dokgo Myeong extended the Hyeonchel Heavy Sword to Mok-wi.
Hyeon Cheong-jin exhaled a sigh of relief and gestured.
“Quickly, receive our guest’s weapons. With respect.”
“…Yes, forgive my rudeness.”
Dokgo Myeong dropped the Hyeonchel Heavy Sword onto the trembling hands of Mok-wi, the Hwangsan disciple.
Clang! Whoosh!
“Ugh! Gasp!”
Mok-wi suddenly let out a scream.
His body lurched downward along with his arms, caught off guard by the unexpected weight.
Thud!
The Hyeonchel Heavy Blade ultimately clattered to the ground.
Everyone in the hall gasped and widened their eyes in shock.
“Ah, w-what, what on earth is this….”
Mok-wi’s eyes trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Hyeon Cheong-jin shouted.
“You fool! What are you doing right now!”
“It’s just, it was far heavier than I expected….”
“Even so!”
“I, I apologize!”
Normally, one instinctively gauges the weight of an object by observing its size and form, then applies appropriate force.
But this dark iron mass was far different from what he had anticipated.
For a moment, it felt as though a massive boulder had fallen into his hands. He nearly tumbled to the ground with it, so he instinctively released it.
“Why are you standing there! Pick it up again at once! What manner of rudeness is this toward our guest!”
“Yes, yes!”
Hyeon Cheong-jin’s face fell with embarrassment.
He had even resorted to threatening to bring out a weapon, only to have it dropped on the floor!
To a martial artist, what significance did a secret sect weapon hold? Everything had gone awry from the very start.
“Huff!”
Mok-wi released a sharp breath as he reached to pick up the Hyeonchel Heavy Blade.
Stagger!
It was so heavy.
The moment he lifted it, he lost his balance and his body swayed. For a weapon meant to be gripped and wielded, it was far too heavy.
‘What kind of weapon is this…. Just how much inner power does its creator possess?’
In this tense atmosphere, he couldn’t even draw upon his inner energy. Mok-wi had no choice but to cradle the Hyeonchel Heavy Blade in the crook of his elbow.
Dokgo Myeong chuckled softly and turned to regard Hyeon Cheong-jin.
“So Hwangsan treats a guest’s belongings so carelessly?”
“…I apologize. Please forgive this transgression.”
“That I cannot do.”
“What did you say?”
“After witnessing such a display, you expect me to trust you with my secret sect weapon?”
Dokgo Myeong extended his hand lightly.
“Ah, oh!”
Whoooosh!
The Hyeonchel Blade slipped free from Mok-wi’s embrace and was drawn into Dokgo Myeong’s grasp as if pulled by an invisible force.
“Void Seizing…!”
Mok-wi’s eyes widened until they nearly split.
But that was not the end. Dokgo Myeong spun the Hyeonchel Blade in a swift arc, then suddenly drove it downward toward the ground.
Boom! Crash crash crash!
The Hyeonchul Blade slowly, very slowly began to sink into the ground.
“What… what is that…?”
Someone let out an astonished exclamation.
The long polearm carved through the earth like a knife through tofu, moving slowly until it stopped at about knee height.
“This should be sufficient.”
Pat pat!
Dokgo Myeong brushed off his hands and looked toward Hyeon Cheong-jin.
Hyeon Cheong-jin’s face twisted.
“Do you have any objections?”
“…”
“If not, then guide me now.”
“…This way.”
Hyeon Cheong-jin turned his body slightly to the side.
The landscape of Hwangsan Sect unfolded before Dokgo Myeong’s eyes.
In the courtyard where human presence was sparse, only the distant sounds of wind echoed.
The term “sacred grounds” truly fit. The essence of Hwangsan, renowned as the greatest mountain in the Central Plains, was embedded throughout this place.
“I understand this is your first visit to our sect.”
“That’s correct.”
“Hwangsan has long been a historic sacred mountain visited by many artists, scholars, and cultivators. What are your impressions of it?”
Dokgo Myeong nodded casually.
“Well, the description of it as a pure sanctuary doesn’t seem wrong.”
“Do you truly believe that?”
“Land itself is rarely the problem.”
“…According to ancient legend, the Gongsun Emperor once cultivated here.”
Hyeon Cheong-jin changed the subject. His voice had grown slightly colder.
“If you find our sect agreeable, why not attempt some cultivation yourself?”
“Are you telling me to become a Daoist?”
“Not at all. I merely suggest that since Hwangsan’s embrace is vast, you might cultivate here until you’ve shed that thick killing intent clinging to your body and mind.”
Thud!
Dokgo Myeong stopped walking.
“Immortal.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll handle my own affairs, so focus on running your sect properly.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes swept across the surroundings.
“The tense breathing I’ve heard from all directions since earlier is quite distracting.”
“…!”
“I didn’t expect a grand welcome, but anyone watching might think you’re surrounding an enemy. Or perhaps I’m already considered an enemy in your sect’s eyes?”
“…I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Some of you aren’t even hiding your killing intent.”
Dokgo Myeong spun around slowly, gazing toward something in the distance.
“Come out now.”
Footsteps echoed.
Thud!
Someone emerged from the shadowed corner of the pavilion ahead.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
“We meet again. Your name is….”
“Hyeon Un. Are you pretending to forget again?”
It was Hyeon Un-jin, the Single Stroke Blade Immortal.
They had formed a karmic connection long ago at Guhua Mountain, reunited at Dengyongji, then parted ways unceremoniously—now meeting once more in this place.
“Your audacity knows no bounds. You crawl into our main gate without a shred of fear.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Murderous intent surged from Hyeon Un-jin’s entire body.
As if triggered by this, killing intent rose from the seemingly empty surroundings.
“Would you detain me, a guest of the Sect Leader, for personal reasons?”
“As an Elder of this main sect, I cannot present a foreigner shrouded in such sinister killing intent before the Sect Leader. Once you sufficiently dispel that intent, then I shall let you pass.”
So this was how they would respond.
Dokgo Myeong turned back with a sneer, looking at Hyeon Cheong-jin who had been guiding him.
“Immortal, is this the way of Hwangsan?”
Hyeon Cheong-jin spoke in an unperturbed tone, as if he didn’t understand the question.
“This is Hyeon Un’s personal decision, not the sect’s judgment.”
“Then you should stop him.”
“Your killing intent is indeed thick.”
“Ha ha.”
Dokgo Myeong finally burst into laughter.
“You all truly look down on me.”
“….”
“So the Elders of the Nine Sects behave worse than back-alley thugs.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said you’re worse than back-alley thugs.”
Hyeon Un-jin’s eyes flashed sharply.
“You don’t seem to grasp the situation. At Guhua Mountain and Dengyongji, we had no choice but to retreat, but here there will be no such fortune.”
“….”
“As a Daoist of Hwangsan and a senior of the martial world… I shall teach a lesson to one who climbs Hwangsan with murderous intent.”
Dokgo Myeong stared fixedly at Hyeon Un-jin.
“I have no time to waste on such trivial matters here.”
“This bastard still carries such arrogance….”
Hyeon Un-jin suddenly fell silent mid-sentence.
The moment he met those gloomy eyes, he felt as though he were sinking into a bottomless abyss.
‘What is this? What is that bastard….’
“Take me to the Sect Leader. I’d like to tear this place apart, but there’s someone waiting for me right now, so I’m holding back.”
“Try it then!”
Hyeon Un-jin shouted, feigning strength.
Dokgo Myeong’s expression turned ice-cold.
Boom! Whirrrrr!
The true energy of the Heavenly Exterior Spirit Elixir erupted instantly, warping the surrounding landscape.
“…!”
Hyeon Un-jin’s eyes widened in shock.
“The disciples of Heon Cheong Pavilion right now…!”
Before Hyeon Un-jin could finish shouting.
Dokgo Myeong’s feet planted firmly into the ground.
Boom!
The earth trembled, and the air vibrated.
Immediately, a surging wave of energy engulfed the Hwangsan Sect grounds.
“Ugh!”
“Hack!”
Hyeon Un-jin felt his inner energy shake as blood spilled from his mouth.
Hyeon Cheong-jin, standing directly ahead, suffered an even worse impact. His body staggered as if someone were gripping his head and shaking it violently.
Whoosh!
That was the moment.
Hyeon Cheong-jin sensed a dangerous aura passing right beside him.
‘No! Danger…!’
Realizing something was terribly wrong, he reached out desperately, but his hand only grasped an afterimage.
Dokgo Myeong was already standing before Hyeon Un-jin.
Hyeon Un-jin’s eyes widened enormously.
“Hup!”
Crash!
Even if he was a decaying Nine Sects Elder, Hyeon Un-jin instinctively extended a palm strike.
But even that was merely an afterimage. Dokgo Myeong’s form vanished in the air with a sharp sound.
Kaboom!
The tremendous impact that followed sent Hyeon Un-jin’s body sliding backward.
“Urgh!”
He never saw when or how he was struck.
Hyeon Un-jin’s face went pale as he hurriedly looked up.
“…!?”
Darkness filled his vision.
The world was pitch black despite the midday sun. Had clouds rolled in?
No, it wasn’t clouds.
‘A palm…?’
Kaboom!
Dokgo Myeong seized Hyeon Un-jin by the jaw and drove him straight into the ground.
Crack! Whoooosh!
The blue stone floor shattered like an eggshell.
Hyeon Un-jin’s mouth fell open.
“Guh… ugh!”
He tried to scream from the tremendous impact, but the brutal grip silenced any sound that could escape.
Through the fingers crushing his face, Hyeon Un-jin stared at Dokgo Myeong.
Flick!
Eyes calm and composed gazed down at him.
Dokgo Myeong’s mouth opened.
“You thought you could strip away my killing intent?”
“Ugh, ugh!”
“You can’t. Because every bit of this killing intent was born from people like you.”
Goosebumps erupted across his entire body.
He thrashed desperately to break free, but Dokgo Myeong remained unmoved.
“Wait… please!”
Hyeon Un-jin’s eyes trembled wildly.
Then power surged through Dokgo Myeong’s body.
Boom!

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