Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73
Geum Seok-du suddenly recalled his days studying under Manpaknoesa.
His master Manpaknoesa was versed in all fields of learning, yet he would occasionally bring in specialized teachers for me to study under.
A hundred teachers, a hundred different styles—each instructor who arrived possessed their own unique approach.
But there was one thing they all shared in common.
It was their love of offering unsolicited advice.
I truly couldn’t understand it.
It wasn’t even something I was doing—it was someone else’s work, so why did they enjoy meddling so much?
And it wasn’t mere meddling. They insisted everything be done their way.
Wake up early in the morning to become diligent, sit with a straight back while reading, mind your manners at the dinner table—on and on it went.
But now I finally understood.
Meddling was… an absolutely delightful thing to do.
“Master, you’ve omitted ‘Confucius said’ here. If you keep adding pages like this, what will become of it?”
“…Sigh.”
“Oh, and you’ve written this character incorrectly. It should be the water radical, not the hair radical. I’ll stand beside you to ensure the page count doesn’t increase.”
“…Yes, thank you so much.”
“If you need it, I can also teach you techniques for writing faster. First, hold your brush a bit shorter…”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Shut your mouth already! I can’t concentrate, I can’t!”
“You can’t concentrate? Then perhaps a brief meditation would…”
“Argh! Be quiet! Why are you hovering over me like this!”
“Oh, didn’t I mention? The Sect Leader asked me to oversee your work, Master.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened.
“What, what did you say?”
“It seems he holds me in good regard.”
“You? Why?”
“How would I know?”
Dokgo Myeong’s mouth fell open.
Watching Dokgo Myeong’s shocked expression, Geum Seok-du grinned wickedly.
“Master, at this rate you’ll be writing all through the night. Come now, let’s begin again.”
“You… won’t regret this?”
“Regret? Nonsense. Come along, hurry. Not there—start from here.”
*Grit grit!*
Geum Seok-du had to suppress his twitching lips as much as possible.
Hmm, this was fun.
Very fun indeed.
*Swish! Swish!*
For a while, only the sound of Dokgo Myeong’s brush moving filled the chamber.
After observing for a moment, Geum Seok-du suddenly spoke.
“By the way, where did you go last night?”
“What?”
“You went out in the middle of the night and didn’t return. Why were you so busy from the moment you came back?”
Dokgo Myeong brushed it off casually, his brush still moving across the page.
“I went to see that woman.”
Geum Seok-du’s expression shifted instantly.
“Surely not….”
“Yes, the woman I brought out from Bidong back then.”
“You said she was definitely a minion of some secret organization, didn’t you?”
Dokgo Myeong smiled.
“A minion? She didn’t know much of anything.”
Geum Seok-du didn’t laugh along. Rather, he couldn’t.
‘Why does he seem so angry?’
A chill ran through him as he watched Dokgo Myeong silently move his brush. There was something unsettling in his expression.
He was smiling, yet behind that smile churned something darker.
It was an emotion beyond mere anger—it was hatred itself.
Snap!
Dokgo Myeong set down his brush with a sharp sound.
“The organization that woman belongs to is called the Bloodfiend Sect. Have you heard of it?”
“My apologies. My knowledge is limited….”
“There are two branches. The Crimson Bloodfiend and the Divine Bloodfiend. Together they form the Twin Fiend Alliance. Those bastards also call themselves the Sacred Bloodfiend Alliance or something.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
“Erasing both of those organizations from this world entirely is one of my goals.”
“…!”
Geum Seok-du swallowed hard.
“What kind of people are the Twin Fiend Alliance that you would go so far?”
“What kind of people, you ask….”
Dokgo Myeong let out a bitter laugh.
“They’re like locusts.”
“You mean those swarms of insects that devour everything in their path?”
“Exactly.”
Locusts that leave nothing behind in their wake.
To farmers, they were more feared than drought itself. There was even a word for it—locust plague.
The Twin Fiend Alliance was just like that.
More precisely, the Divine Bloodfiend Sect was.
Wherever they passed, blood flowed.
Copious amounts of it.
“The one that has entered Gangho now is the Crimson Bloodfiend Sect. They specialize in espionage, schemes, conspiracies, and underhanded tactics.”
“So that woman Gi Sohwa must be a follower of the Crimson Bloodfiend Sect as well.”
“Yes. Though it seems she only recently discovered that fact herself.”
“A sleeper cell… what exactly is that?”
“Similar.”
I nodded.
“What exactly is the purpose of such actions?”
“To turn Anhui’s martial world into chaos. To break the strength of Gangho before the coming war.”
Geum Seok-du’s expression hardened.
When he’d heard about the secret organization before, Geum Seok-du had simply thought of it as a newly emerged dark sect faction.
But this was beyond that level. He never expected to hear something of this magnitude.
I smiled faintly.
“Why, are you frightened?”
“Yes, of course.”
I blinked.
“Shouldn’t you deny it for the sake of pride?”
“What do you take me for? Until recently, I was just a man handling gambling cards in a back alley den.”
Geum Seok-du’s face, which had lightened with a laugh, quickly hardened again.
“If such an organization exists, why not report it immediately? Shouldn’t we prepare?”
I replied coldly.
“Who knew they were Zheng Blood Sect members?”
“…!”
I let out a short sigh, watching Geum Seok-du’s shocked face.
‘I thought the Shin Blood Sect was one thing, but the Zheng Blood Sect’s movements would be a matter for later.’
I had been too complacent.
The water had already risen to my chest.
‘Fortunately, I learned of it in time. And Gi Sohwa didn’t know nothing about it either.’
I had obtained valuable information. Depending on how it was used, it could create quite significant movements.
“Well, I understand for now.”
“That’s it?”
“What else can I do? If I run, word will spread everywhere that I’m Manpaknoesa’s disciple. Since my nose is already pierced, I have no choice but to follow.”
“….”
I regarded Geum Seok-du with fresh eyes.
I expected him to show conflict as befitted his timid nature, but he organized his thoughts far too quickly.
Geum Seok-du smacked his lips.
“So what should I do going forward? You ordered me to learn and prepare to gather people, but you never told me exactly what to do.”
“Ah, that.”
I folded my arms and nodded.
“First, you need to prepare to pull your own weight.”
“Pardon?”
“I know you’re not completely ignorant of martial arts, but honestly, your level isn’t particularly outstanding.”
“Um… what are you saying right now….”
“I just happened to send word to an exceptionally skilled instructor. Since Jang Sam went earlier, we should hear back soon….”
“No, what have you been saying since earlier?”
I would soon find out the answer to that question.
Not long after the conversation ended, Jang Sam brought a middle-aged man before me.
“Hehe, it’s been quite some time. I’ve heard the news regularly. You’ve grown so well, Young Master.”
A man with a connection to me as well.
It was Maecheon Yang, the Three-Swords Master of Muhakbu.
“It’s been a while. But why did you come in person when we were planning to visit?”
“I wanted to see your face once more, Young Master. So, is this the one?”
Maecheon Yang, the Master of Muhakbu, examined me from head to toe with a mysterious smile.
I felt something eerie wash over me.
“His physical strength and inner power are considerable, but he’s rather prone to complaining. I’d appreciate your guidance.”
“Hmm! His bone structure isn’t bad either. Though I’m not sure how far I should push him….”
“Feel free to work him until he coughs up blood.”
“Huh, but he’s your subordinate—how could you say such a thing?”
“Just think of him as my substitute. You can even work him to death if you wish.”
“Your substitute…?”
Flash!
In that instant, Maecheon Yang’s eyes gleamed.
I felt my spine go cold.
“Wait… what are you saying right now?”
The concerned party’s voice was ignored.
“Are you truly certain, Young Master? This Maecheon Yang never holds back.”
“Of course! In fact, push even harder! More!”
“Hehehehe!”
“Huhuhuh!”
“Hahaha!”
Laughter echoed between Dokgo Myeong and Maecheon Yang.
I blinked rapidly.
‘What? What’s happening here?’
While I stood alone in confusion, Maecheon Yang suddenly rose from his seat.
“Then, since we’ve broached the subject, shall we begin right away?”
“Right now?”
“Wouldn’t that be best?”
Maecheon Yang turned his head to look at me.
“Come now, get up.”
“Wait, but we’ve just met—why suddenly speak so casually….”
“From now on, the only words you’re allowed to speak are ‘yes,’ ‘understood,’ and ‘that is correct.'”
“Yes?!”
“Don’t worry. Basic training will be grueling, but otherwise I demand only the most reasonable cultivation methods.”
Snap!
Maecheon Yang seized the back of my neck.
“W-what is this! My lord? I was ordered by the Sect Leader to supervise you…!”
“Oh, that? I already finished today’s supervision.”
“…!”
“In other words, you have no justification to supervise me or anything else anymore.”
I lifted my chin slightly. The corners of my mouth curved up very gently.
“So did you regret it or not?”
“…!”
* * *
The interior of the Dokgo Family’s walls was so vast it could almost be called a village. Some even said it was no different from an imperial palace.
“There are many buildings worth seeing, but none as old as Sip-jeon-mu-go.”
“….”
“In fact, it could be called the most important place in the Main Sect. The Main Sect’s official Musa Corps takes turns guarding the vicinity. No thief under heaven could ever enter.”
“….”
“You’re entering such a place thanks to this sister of yours, without making great achievements or obtaining permission from the majority of the Elder Council. Aren’t you grateful?”
I looked at Dokgo Yeon, who was chattering away, and spoke.
“You’re really showing off. You gave it as compensation for the sparring match.”
“….”
“Just hand over the access pass and go, would you? If you just let me in, that should be enough. Why do you keep following me?”
“Since it’s your first time visiting, isn’t it natural for your sister to guide her younger brother?”
“Sister, my foot. I’ve barely seen your face a handful of times in my whole life.”
“You really are too disrespectful sometimes.”
“Yes, understood.”
“….”
Dokgo Yeon’s expression twisted.
I let out a scoff.
‘She must have heard something from the Outer Sect Lord.’
She’s been clinging to me strangely and being annoying since earlier.
I decided to stop bickering any further.
“If you’re going to keep following me, at least give me some explanation.”
“Hmm, alright.”
Dokgo Yeon nodded.
“First, the First Gate has something like an entrance technique. Though it’s called an entrance technique, it likely contains commentaries researched by the Main Sect’s martial scholars.”
“….”
“The Second Gate has the mental cultivation method and…”
I let her explanations go in one ear and out the other.
It was already information I knew, but wasn’t this better than annoying questions or her showing off?
‘The Sect Leader said it was the fifth.’
I intended to search for information about Cheonoe Gyeong.
The Sect Leader said it wouldn’t be him, but I wanted to check any possible connections with Cheonra Majon just in case.
“Ah! We’ve arrived. This is Sip-jeon-mu-go.”
I turned my gaze forward.
A massive building came into view, with an entire Musa Corps standing guard over it.

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