Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41
Whoosh!
Early dawn.
As I extended my fist, the crimson inner energy of the Hwicheon Gong flickered brilliantly.
Boom! Crash!
The moment my fist made contact, a boulder the size of a man’s body shattered without the slightest resistance.
“Phew.”
I withdrew my hand and exhaled sharply.
Within a few breaths, the hazy crimson energy was swiftly gathered back in.
“So the Geuksin Gyeol is finally taking proper form.”
I nodded while gazing at the pulverized stone.
The martial technique of the Hwicheon Gong, the Geuksin Gyeol, had fully awakened.
The Geuksin Gyeol is the ultimate martial art. It possesses only forms and techniques of pure advancement and offense. Not only the striking method of Hwacheon Gyeok, but the Gwangggeuk Un-hyeong likewise contains no applications for evasion or defense.
‘It’s because the Hwicheon Gi is inherently an extreme inner energy cultivation method.’
The Hwicheon Gi, the inner energy technique of the Hwicheon Gong, detonates one’s inner power to amplify the body and internal strength. Thanks to this intensity, one gains resistance to illness and poison, along with vigorous vitality and stamina, but conversely, the body bears tremendous strain and inner energy consumption is extreme.
This was why I couldn’t obtain the Geuksin Gyeol immediately upon acquiring the Hwicheon Gi.
‘At my current level, if I exert my full power… perhaps a quarter of an hour?’
I was certainly at the peak realm, but it was only a quarter-hour peak.
I clenched my fist tightly.
“Heh, but that’s ancient history now.”
I chuckled and withdrew a wooden box from my robes.
Whoosh…
The moment I opened the box, a refreshing fragrance surged forth.
It was the spiritual medicine I had received from Im Cheong-gun—the Nine-Leaf Immortal Orchid.
“Tsk, look at that color.”
I swallowed hard.
Even though it had been stored in a dedicated preservation case, considerable time had passed since it was uprooted, yet it overflowed with vitality. This was a genuine spiritual herb of the highest quality.
If inner energy consumption is the problem, then simply replenishing enough inner energy to sustain it would suffice, wouldn’t it?
Moreover, having reached the stage of internal and external correspondence, the advancement of the Hwicheon Gi would extend to the advancement of the Hyocheon Gi as well.
‘Let’s begin!’
My eyes gleamed as I immediately shoved the spiritual herb into my mouth.
Rumble!
In an instant, scorching inner energy erupted from my entire body.
I squeezed my eyes shut and completely blocked the energy from dispersing outward.
‘Focus!’
Whoosh!
Inner energy rose from my dantian and enveloped the spiritual essence of the Nine-Leaf Immortal Orchid.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The spiritual essence galloped through my meridians like wild horses. The upper, middle, and lower dantians along with all my meridians throughout my body burned intensely.
‘Ugh… this is more troublesome than I expected…’
Cold sweat beaded on Dokgo Myeong’s temples.
This was difficult.
The inner energy contained within the Nine-Leaf Immortal Orchid far exceeded my expectations.
“Cough!”
A dry cough burst forth.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened in alarm, and I quickly clamped my mouth shut.
My breathing had only faltered for a moment, yet the absorbed energy was desperately trying to burst out of my body.
‘The spiritual essence the orchid contains is far too vast.’
Conversely, my vessel was far too small. Though my physical body and meridian channels had grown terrifyingly resilient, I had focused so heavily on purity that I had neglected to expand the capacity of my vessel.
‘Damn it—if this continues, I’ll have to release this precious energy….’
I would sooner die than allow that.
Even if I drained it to the marrow, it would never be enough!
‘Then I’ll expand the vessel!’
Dokgo Myeong gritted my teeth.
If the problem was that my meridian channels were too narrow, then I simply needed to enlarge them.
Boom!
The Hwicheon Gong surged into motion.
I pounded my entire body’s meridian channels, expanding the vessel with each strike.
But then, at that moment.
Whoosh!
The Hwicheon Gong, now mingled with the spiritual essence of the Nine-Leaf Immortal Orchid, suddenly surged upward.
‘What—what?’
The location of the two great meridians that pierce the entire body—the Conception and Governing Vessels.
Dokgo Myeong trembled violently.
‘This is insane!’
The timing was premature.
The moment I rapidly concentrated my consciousness on this unexpected phenomenon.
Crack!
They began to open.
There was no significant resistance. The blocked meridian points within the two vessels melted away smoothly, like salt dissolving in water.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The already-opened meridians expanded further, and the remaining energy spread throughout my entire body’s secondary channels, filling every gap with power.
My complete meridian network, secondary channels, and extraordinary acupoints became vividly perceptible.
‘Ahhhhh…!’
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes snapped wide open.
Flash!
Golden energy flickered brilliantly in both pupils.
And a clarity so pure it felt transparent began to surge up my spine, erupting from the Crown Point.
* * *
Early dawn.
Jang Sam slowly rose from his bed.
“Oh my, I’ve overslept.”
Jang Sam scrambled up and changed his clothes.
Glancing at the sky, the dawn was already breaking with a pale glow.
In other places, this would be considered early, but for Jang Sam, it was later than his usual waking time.
‘Has the young master already gone to train?’
Jang Sam clicked his tongue as he checked Dokgo Myeong’s quarters.
He was certainly diligent. Even when he suffered injuries from the clash with the Paedo Sect Leader at the Jeongcheon Alliance, he never skipped his dawn training.
Jang Sam hurriedly gathered water and dry cloth, then headed toward the Training Hall.
BOOM!
The moment he arrived at the Training Hall, a tremendous explosion suddenly erupted.
“What, what in the world!”
Jang Sam jumped in fright and rushed forward.
And he discovered someone standing at the entrance of the Training Hall.
“Oh! S-Sect Leader?”
“Be quiet.”
“Yes, of course!”
Dokgo Wi-hak, who always maintained impeccable attire, was dressed in hastily donned sleeping robes.
Jang Sam carefully walked over and stood beside him.
“That boy can’t stay still for even a moment.”
Dokgo Wi-hak shook his head in exasperation.
Jang Sam’s gaze slowly followed Dokgo Wi-hak’s line of sight toward the Training Hall.
‘Gasp! What, what is that?’
Dokgo Myeong sat in lotus position.
An unbelievable phenomenon was occurring above his head.
‘No, now he’s even making flowers bloom on top of his head?’
It was a fantastical sight.
Dokgo Myeong’s inner energy, fully unleashed, was blooming three platinum-colored flowers above his head.
“He has achieved the Great Accomplishment.”
Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Dokgo Wi-hak’s mouth.
But in that moment, Dokgo Myeong suddenly opened his mouth wide.
“No!”
WHOOSH!
Dokgo Myeong cried out with a furious voice, his eyes blazing as he ground his teeth.
In an instant, the flowers that had been radiating auspicious energy were brutally crushed and began to be absorbed back into his entire body.
“….”
“….”
Jang Sam blinked with a bewildered expression.
It seemed as though he considered even the energy used to bloom the flowers a waste.
“No, what in the world is that guy…”
Dokgo Wi-hak’s face openly displayed an emotion rarely seen from him—displeasure.
“Phew.”
Soon after, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes opened.
A satisfied smile graced the lips of Dokgo Myeong as he exhaled a long breath.
“Ahahaha!”
Crash!
The air trembled at the resonant laughter infused with inner energy.
Dokgo Myeong chuckled to himself.
“Absolutely magnificent.”
My spirits soared beyond measure. With just a few taps against the ground, I felt as though I might shoot straight into the heavens.
Power surged through my entire body.
I had merely intended to accumulate inner energy, yet I had broken through the Yin-Yang Meridian convergence!
It was the kind of feat that could cost one’s life if mishandled, yet I had pierced through it without excessive difficulty.
‘The experience from my past life combined with pure inner energy in this one, plus the harmony of opposites… no, it’s the culmination of everything I’ve built up in this lifetime.’
Since I had already filtered out the turbid qi from my vital essence, the impurities and stray energies accumulated in my meridians had naturally become diluted.
It was then.
“Congratulations.”
“Ah? You were watching?”
Dokgo Wi-hak approached slowly from behind.
“Have you broken through the Yin-Yang Meridians?”
“Yes, though it wasn’t intentional—it simply opened on its own.”
“You’ve skipped ahead in the sequence.”
“It happened unexpectedly.”
Dokgo Wi-hak’s eyes narrowed.
He had reached the pinnacle realm with insufficient inner energy first, then later accumulated power afterward.
Moreover, the Yin-Yang Meridian breakthrough combined with the Gathering of Three Fires—this was not something that should occur at merely the pinnacle level.
It was utterly chaotic. The very concept of precedent or conventional wisdom had become meaningless.
‘…Uncharted territory.’
There were indeed a few geniuses in the Gangho who had achieved enlightenment at such a young age. But without question, none had ever followed the same path as Dokgo Myeong.
“Young Master! Congratulations!”
“Huh? Jang Sam, you were here too?”
Jang Sam came running from a distance, calling out to Dokgo Myeong. Though he didn’t fully understand what was happening, he recognized that something momentous had occurred.
“I don’t know what it all means, but congratulations!”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Ah, while I’m congratulating you, let me prepare a hearty breakfast…”
Jang Sam approached Dokgo Myeong with a joyful expression, then suddenly clutched the bridge of his nose.
“Ugh!”
“…?”
“What is this stench… Young Master, what on earth…”
“What are you talking about?”
Dokgo Myeong furrowed his brow and stepped closer.
But in that moment, even Dokgo Wi-hak’s expressionless face showed a crack.
“…These are the impurities expelled while opening the meridians.”
“Pardon?”
Dokgo Myeong tried to step closer, but Dokgo Wi-hak furrowed his brow.
“Go wash yourself first. We can discuss the details afterward.”
“Ah, yes, Master. I should prepare for morning too, so I’ll just… Ugh!”
Dokgo Myeong stared at them both with vacant eyes.
“What is that smell….”
Dokgo Myeong scrunched his nose and brought his collar to his face.
Then, with a hardened expression, he pouted his lips.
“…Damn it.”
Dokgo Myeong trudged over and squatted dejectedly by the well.
Only after scrubbing himself clean for quite some time could he finally sit at the dining table.
* * *
Time flowed like an arrow.
I intensified my training during this period.
Since I was recovering the realm I had achieved in my past life—no, actually progressing beyond where I had been—I needed to become accustomed to it as quickly as possible.
Of course, I didn’t spend all my time training.
“…That’s about it. While the delegation was away, there was quite a commotion with factional disputes between the outer sect and the elders’ council.”
“Mm… Is that so?”
Thud! Whoosh!
I moved a thick iron rod bound with sand pouches while wearing metal weights all over my body.
Jang Sam looked at me with renewed amazement.
“Whoosh! Wh… Why did you stop talking?”
“Ah, yes yes.”
Jang Sam resumed his report on what had been happening in the clan.
“Young Master Dokgo Ak is apparently entering the Punishment Chamber. He was originally sentenced to one month, but he volunteered to go in for three months instead.”
“Is he insane?”
“Young Master, how can you say such a thing?”
“What about me?”
“…Never mind.”
Jang Sam averted his eyes slightly.
“I heard he increased his sentence because he said he needed to take responsibility for his mistakes.”
“He’s definitely insane.”
The boy seems to have become a bit strange.
Jang Sam narrowed his brow slightly.
“Young Master, don’t you feel any guilt?”
“Not at all. Why would I?”
“Ah, yes… of course.”
Jang Sam exhaled with a reluctant expression.
In truth, it was Dokgo Myeong who had set the stage, but it was Dokgo Ak who had danced with the blade—that much was his fault.
Still, even so… he had some conscience… Never mind. Speaking up would only wear out my mouth.
“Is there any other news?”
“The Elder Council is planning new ventures, and the Outer Sect is looking to expand their budget… Oh, and this is just a rumor, but the Black Dragon Sect has been moving quite actively lately?”
Jang Sam concluded his report with an expression suggesting nothing of great importance.
Dokgo Myeong blinked as he observed Jang Sam.
“You seem to know everything.”
“I simply hear many things because I have many drinking companions. Hehe.”
Dokgo Myeong clicked his tongue.
“Brother Jang, you would have risen far if you’d joined a place like the Outer Sect instead of the Dokgo Clan.”
In that instant, Jang Sam flinched slightly.
“Ha, haha… What kind of thing are you saying…?”
Dokgo Myeong narrowed his eyes at that subtle reaction.
That was when it happened.
“…”
Thud!
Dokgo Myeong’s body stopped abruptly.
“Young Master? What’s wrong?”
“…”
In that moment, Dokgo Myeong adjusted his grip on the iron staff.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong suddenly unleashed his inner force and hurled the iron staff like a spear.
“Gasp!”
Jang Sam caught his breath sharply.
The power contained in the iron staff as it flew like an arrow seemed capable of shattering the earthen wall.
Crash!
Yet the iron staff stopped abruptly in the empty space just before the wall, advancing no further.
“…!”
Jang Sam’s eyes widened in shock.
“Hehe, attacking without warning? You’re quite a fierce one.”
There stood an elderly man, gripping the staff’s tip with a mysterious smile.
“Since someone was observing my training without any presence, I mistook you for an assassin.”
“Do I look like an assassin to you?”
Dokgo Myeong turned his body with a peculiar expression and lowered his head.
“Dokgo Myeong of Saheon-gak greets the Outer Sect Leader.”
“Outer Sect Leader? That’s too formal. Just call me Uncle.”
The middle-aged man grinned widely.
“It’s been a long time, Myeong. Or should I call you Sect Leader now?”
A middle-aged man arrived at the Training Hall.
He was none other than Dokgo Un-hak, the eldest son of Dokgo Cheon and the patriarch of the Outer Faction, the primary power base of the Dokgo Clan.

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