Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61
News of the incident at Guhuashan spread rapidly from mouth to mouth.
“Gi-wang’s secret chamber was a trap?”
“I heard Gi-wang suffered greatly at the hands of martial artists during his lifetime, so he created this to exact revenge on the martial world even after death.”
“Hah, and here we thought he was such a virtuous man to be so praised.”
“Hmm? That’s not quite what I heard….”
“Regardless, only the Mogyeong Household suffered unjustly. The Sect Leader’s own brother died, they say.”
“Sigh, things had been quiet for a while, but why has there been so much turmoil lately….”
A blood incident.
Regardless of the truth, the people remembered this affair as a blood incident.
The man once called a great sage destined for history became a villain seeking revenge even after death, and a direct bloodline of the noble Dokgo Family perished.
News of the “Guhuashan Blood Incident” spread beyond Anhui throughout Zhongyuan.
And amid all this, the name of one person began to circulate quietly—tales of the Dokgo Family’s hidden dragon.
A young hero who, even as the secret chamber collapsed, showed compassion for life and led former enemies among the followers to safety.
In an age where the words “chivalrous one” and “hero” had grown hollow, the world erupted in celebration at the emergence of a new hero.
And now, the young hero called Dokgo Myeong was….
“Kyeeeeek!”
Letting out a bizarre shriek before the Old Physician.
* * *
“Ow! Ow ow! Ahhh! Be gentle! Gentle, I’m telling you! Gentle!”
Dokgo Myeong yelped and bounced up with exaggerated dramatics.
They were inside an empty manor that Dokgo Wi-hak had hastily borrowed.
The elderly Old Physician clicked his tongue and spoke.
“Hold still. How am I supposed to wrap the bandages if you keep moving?”
“Why are you wrapping it so tightly!”
Dokgo Myeong shrieked.
“Tell me the truth! You’re an assassin disguised as a physician! Who are you! Dokgo Ak? Huangshan Sect? Could you be from Paedobyeon… Aaahhh!”
“Keep your mouth shut. With injuries this severe, the absence of pain would be more concerning.”
Crunch!
The Old Physician snorted derisively and yanked the bandage taut.
“Ow!”
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong involuntarily raised his fist.
“Wow, I almost accidentally threw a Heavenly Fire Strike at the physician. Phew….”
Then, from behind came Dokgo Wi-hak’s stern voice.
“Can you not sit still?”
“…Sect Leader.”
“This person is treating you. Would you prefer to receive treatment with your limbs bound?”
“….”
Dokgo Myeong had no choice but to clamp his mouth shut without a sound.
The Old Physician let out a hollow laugh.
“This foolish brat. Yet he still fawns over his father like a lovesick puppy?”
“….”
The Old Physician shook his head and cast a glance over Dokgo Myeong’s wounds.
His back, chest, abdomen, shoulders, elbows….
His entire body was painted in a rainbow of colors, as if he’d been the subject of some elaborate coloring exercise.
“Tsk! These ignorant martial artists are all the same. A mere boy whose blood hasn’t even dried, and already he’s throwing his body around like this?”
“…Ugh! But that one’s already been treated!”
The Old Physician lightly dismissed the indignant Dokgo Myeong and produced a salve for wounds.
‘Five major fractures, over ten lacerations and puncture wounds, and countless bruises from ruptured muscles.’
The Old Physician clicked his tongue in disapproval.
He must have been in tremendous pain, yet he managed to walk here on his own.
“It seems you’ve mastered quite formidable martial arts. Still, the internal injuries should heal quickly.”
Thunk! Thunk!
The Old Physician spoke as he administered acupuncture with swift yet precise movements.
“But why… am I suddenly so drowsy?”
As the acupuncture ended, Dokgo Myeong blinked and asked.
The Old Physician tapped Dokgo Myeong’s forehead with a light smack.
“Just sleep quietly. Your body needs to recover.”
“But I still have things to do….”
“Damn it. Go to sleep already!”
“….”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes slowly closed.
The Old Physician, clicking his tongue once more, finally patted his waist and rose from his seat.
Dokgo Wi-hak immediately followed him out.
“Divine Physician, I apologize for the early morning intrusion.”
“The early morning wasn’t the problem. What shocked me was you appearing before my eyes, you fool.”
The Old Physician—or rather, the White-Robed Divine Physician, one of the Three Great Sages of Gangho—replied curtly.
“I’m sorry for the sudden summons. You were the only physician I knew in this area.”
“Why apologize when there’s a patient? Besides….”
The White-Robed Divine Physician clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at Dokgo Wi-hak.
“Have you decided to return to Gangho now?”
“I’ve only come out temporarily. I plan to return shortly.”
Dokgo Wi-hak gazed wordlessly toward the room where Dokgo Myeong lay.
The White-Robed Divine Physician sighed softly with a troubled expression.
“Well, it’s not my concern anyway.”
The White-Robed Divine Physician gave Dokgo Wi-hak’s shoulder a light pat.
“The treatment went well. There should be no aftereffects, so don’t worry.”
“…Thank you.”
“Your son seems to have studied medicine as well? He handled the initial treatment remarkably well.”
Dokgo Wi-hak raised his eyebrows slightly, looking puzzled.
“Learning medicine?”
“Hm?”
“My son has never formally studied medicine.”
The Physician in White tilted his head.
“That can’t be right. Whatever he learned, he learned it well? Are you perhaps mistaken about something?”
“What makes you think so?”
The Old Physician muttered while gazing toward the room where Dokgo Myeong lay.
“The bone-setting was done exceptionally well. The way internal injuries and bleeding were managed too. This wasn’t the level of someone who merely glanced at a medical text?”
“Warriors naturally awaken to a certain degree of medical knowledge.”
“Bah! You martial folk always try to handle everything with pressure points or inner energy, don’t you? Awaken my foot.”
The Physician in White shot back, then narrowed his eyes.
‘I thought the treatment was somewhat crude because he’d had little time to learn, but he hasn’t learned it at all?’
If it wasn’t learned knowledge, then it was far more likely gained through countless experiences.
And such experience could only come from a horrific slaughter. Medicine, after all, was a flower that bloomed from blood and carnage.
‘A young master from a prestigious family and bloodshed? Dokgo Wi-hak must be mistaken about something.’
The Physician in White shook his head, dismissing the thought.
“In any case, with proper rest, he’ll recover quickly.”
“Is there anything else I should pay attention to?”
“I’ll write out a separate prescription. Have him take it with every meal. Ah, and.”
“Please speak.”
“That black robe.”
The Physician in White’s eyes gleamed.
“Don’t let him take it off his body if you can help it. Though he’ll likely do so himself anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a treasure. For some reason, it’s enhancing the vital energy of his body. In all my years, I’ve never seen such an object.”
“…!”
“In any case, that should suffice. I’ll go check on the others before I leave.”
“I’ll see you out.”
“Never mind, boy. You stay and watch over your son.”
The Physician in White shuffled away, supporting his lower back.
Dokgo Wi-hak took a fist salute and bowed deeply.
* * *
My mind was hazy.
It felt as though I’d slept far too long. My consciousness had returned, but my body wouldn’t move easily.
“You’re awake.”
At the voice that reached me then, my eyes slowly opened.
“…Sect Leader?”
“Are you feeling better?”
“Ah, yes. I’m fine.”
Dokgo Myeong blinked slowly and raised his upper body.
“A capable fellow like you was completely unconscious for two days?”
“What? Two days?”
“That’s right.”
“My, I could have sworn I saw Buddha in my dreams… I suppose it’s because Guhuashan is indeed a sacred mountain of Buddhism.”
Was that really something to say in front of your father?
Dokgo Wi-hak exhaled a sigh without realizing it.
“So the one who went searching for recruits for the Musa Corps has been causing quite a bit of trouble.”
Dokgo Myeong broke into a cold sweat.
“I… I apologize for the worry I’ve caused you.”
“At least you know you’ve done wrong.”
“Ahem!”
Dokgo Wi-hak shook his head lightly.
“Still, it’s fortunate that you’ve awakened before I depart.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“I have circumstances that prevent me from staying away for long.”
….
Dokgo Myeong suddenly recalled what Hyeon Un-jin had said.
The alias Sword Ghost, the broken half-sword, the Broken Sword Pact, and even the story of Mudang.
“I see. I understand.”
Had he noticed that I deliberately refrained from asking?
Dokgo Wi-hak closed his mouth for a moment, then spoke slowly.
“Do not worry about the Huangshan Sect. With the eyes of the world upon them, they will not easily harm you.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“For now, a few guards from Cheon-i Pavilion’s Bunta will be assigned to you, but their numbers are limited. The main sect’s forces are said to be approaching upon hearing the news, so wait for them and return home together.”
“What? The main sect’s forces?”
Truly worthy of the greatest family under heaven. Talented individuals were scattered throughout Zhongyuan in all directions.
‘Wait, talented individuals?’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes suddenly widened.
“That’s right! Those two people—Seo Dae-ju and Geum Seok-du—are they alright? What happened to them?”
“There is no one more severely injured than you, so do not worry.”
“Is that so? Phew, that’s a relief.”
“And that woman as well.”
Dokgo Wi-hak’s eyes grew distant.
“She remains unconscious, but she has survived.”
A moment of silence fell.
What other woman could there be?
It was Gi Sohwa, the lackey of the Bloodfiend Cult.
….
….
Dokgo Myeong’s cold sweat dripped incessantly as he stole glances at Dokgo Wi-hak.
Dokgo Wi-hak gazed quietly at Dokgo Myeong.
“Well, I….”
Dokgo Myeong couldn’t find the words and his eyes darted about nervously.
It was Dokgo Wi-hak who spoke first.
“I didn’t open my mouth expecting to hear something in particular. Don’t worry.”
“Pardon?”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Why are you so startled?”
“I thought you would be curious, but….”
“That applies to you as well, does it not?”
“….”
“Just as I have things I cannot speak of, I know you do too.”
Dokgo Wi-hak’s hand gently brushed across the sword hilt placed beside the bed.
Only the scabbard was visible, but it was clear that a blade broken in half lay within.
“All stories have their proper time. I will wait for when you are ready to speak.”
“….”
Dokgo Myeong pressed his lips firmly shut.
For a moment, his chest swelled with an overwhelming sensation. The strange tingling felt odd, and he swallowed dryly without meaning to.
“Soon.”
Dokgo Myeong offered a bitter smile.
“I will be able to tell you soon.”
Dokgo Wi-hak smiled and nodded before slowly rising from his seat.
A peculiar silence settled between them. Yet the atmosphere was not uncomfortable.
That was when it happened.
“That said, I’m not letting this matter slide.”
“…Pardon?”
“Did you think I would simply let this pass?”
“Wasn’t that the mood of the moment?”
“Not a chance.”
Dokgo Wi-hak’s eyes flashed sharply.
“Your condition is poor, so I’ll overlook it for now, but when we return to the household… you must be prepared.”
Dokgo Myeong’s face went pale.
“Wait, just a moment.”
“We’ll settle this at home.”
“No, hold on…!”
Slam!
Dokgo Wi-hak left the room.
Dokgo Myeong trembled as he stared at the closed door.
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Creak!
The door opened, and something gleaming stepped inside.
“I heard you’ve awakened?”
A bald head caught the sunlight, shimmering brilliantly.
“How are you feeling? I’ve brought some warm medicinal broth. It contains excellent herbs for internal injuries.”
“….”
“Come now, drink it down! All of it! Go on!”
Dokgo Myeong downed the broth with a vacant expression.
Geum Seok-du accepted the empty bowl with a puzzled look.
“What’s this? Why are you being so quiet?”
“….”
“Are you alright?”
“….”
Geum Seok-du waved his hand back and forth in front of Dokgo Myeong’s eyes, which stared blankly into empty space.
“Did you hit your head? What’s wrong with him?”
Suddenly, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes rolled.
“Want to die?”
“Ah, back to your usual self.”
Geum Seok-du chuckled and plopped down in front of Dokgo Myeong’s bed.
“Are you doing alright?”
“Yes, well, I’m….”
Geum Seok-du rubbed his head as he spoke.
“But why were you so lost in thought, Young Master?”
“Don’t ask. Something terrible has happened….”
“What now?”
“If the Sect Leader is speaking like that, he absolutely won’t let this slide… The Five Great Scriptures in the library again… Ugh.”
Dokgo Myeong shuddered.
‘Is the Sect Leader his father? He seemed like a person of excellent character.’
Geum Seok-du tilted his head in confusion.
Dokgo Myeong seemed so upright that one might doubt he was truly his son.
Though they hadn’t had a proper conversation, the man had consistently shown him respect and hadn’t left his side for two whole days while his son remained unconscious.
‘Yet… this Young Master who seemed afraid of nothing is trembling like this?’
Geum Seok-du fell into thought for a moment.
And in that instant, his eyes gleamed with a brilliant light.
“Oho.”
Geum Seok-du broke into a sly smile.
Dokgo Myeong felt a chill run down his spine.
“…What is it?”
“What’s the matter?”
“I just had a very ominous feeling….”
“Goodness, it seems your body still isn’t well. Please, lie down. Go on.”
“Huh? Uh, well….”
Dokgo Myeong couldn’t resist Geum Seok-du’s insistent touch and lay down on the bed.
As Dokgo Myeong watched Geum Seok-du drape the blanket over him, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
“Say, your clothes have become rather fine, haven’t they?”
“Ah, you noticed? My original garments were reduced to rags, so I had a better set tailored. This premium silk clings to the body so well.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyebrows twitched.
“Premium silk?”
“Yes. Do you see this? The embroidery on it….”
“Where did the money come from?”
“….”
“….”
Geum Seok-du’s eyes shifted away evasively.
“Don’t tell me you did it again?”
“You wouldn’t have found out anyway.”
“This madman….”
Dokgo Myeong let out an exasperated breath.
“When on earth did you steal it in that situation?”
“When that cultivator ordered his disciples to bow to me, he came close.”
“You picked his pockets then?”
“It wasn’t difficult.”
Dokgo Myeong’s mouth fell open.
‘What is this? Is he truly mad?’
That was when it happened.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of knocking thundered against the manor’s gate.
“We have come hearing that Dokgo Myeong of the Dokgo Family resides in this manor! We request entry!”
“Young Master Dokgo Myeong of the Dokgo Family, might we have a moment of your time!”
Murmur, murmur!
The clamorous noise reached even into the room.
“What now, again?”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened as he rose from his seat.

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