Almighty God of War - Chapter 210

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210

It hadn’t been long since Mukyongsan-in’s group had taken position around the shrine’s perimeter.

Crunch, crunch.

At the sound of footsteps from just two or three zhang behind, Soso Seonrang’s entire body froze like ice.

The fact that someone had approached this close without her sharp senses detecting their presence, despite having reached the intermediate stage of Transformation Realm, was shocking in itself.

Where she turned her head in great alarm, a young man of about twenty with sculpture-like handsome features stood suddenly.

His handsome appearance caught the eye, but what was most impressive were his eyes.

His deep pupils, as if gazing at distant mountains, held not a trace of turbidity and were crystal clear.

The young man gently cupped his fists and spoke.

“I was passing by and noticed there seemed to have been a great battle here, so I came to see.”

His voice was gentle like a spring breeze.

“I know a little about medical arts – might there be anyone who needs help?”

It was a proposal worth welcoming, but Soso Seonrang’s eyes grew cold instead.

Having experienced all manner of hardships, she knew there was no such thing as free kindness in this world.

Above all, the depth of martial arts this young man emanated was so profound it was difficult to even measure, so she couldn’t carelessly let an unknown master inside.

“I’m grateful for your kindness, but I must decline young hero’s proposal.”

At the firm refusal, a troubled expression flickered in the young man’s eyes.

However, he soon smiled faintly and continued speaking.

“It’s natural for you to be cautious, madam. Then, would you look at this and reconsider?”

The young man took out a palm-sized token from his waist and lightly tossed it. Soso Seonrang caught the token that flew smoothly through the air.

She felt no killing intent or hidden attacks.

Her eyes shook greatly upon confirming the token’s pattern.

“This is… the Sacred Palace Token?”

Her voice contained both genuine reverence and wariness.

“Young hero, could you possibly be from the Celestial Sacred Palace?”

The Celestial Sacred Palace didn’t belong to the Five Great Powers, but in terms of mystery and ancient history, it was a sect that even they couldn’t treat carelessly.

Though their disciples rarely appeared in Gangho, whenever they did appear, they performed righteous deeds, earning the respect of all Murim practitioners.

The young man smiled and answered.

“I’m not a disciple of that place, but I do have no small connection with them.”

Soso Seonrang blinked for a moment, then immediately sent a sound transmission into the shrine.

[Elder Brother Neung, there’s a strange visitor. He carries the Sacred Palace Token and claims to possess excellent medical skills. What should we do?]

Neungnam Gwang’s reply came back without hesitation.

[The Sacred Palace Token? Then his identity is certain. Bring him inside immediately.]

Receiving the transmission, Soso Seonrang bowed her head respectfully and guided the young man.

“I was quite rude. Please come inside.”

Piercing through the darkness of the shrine where drizzle fell, the mysterious young physician stepped inside where Guyang Cheongang lay sleeping.

Inside the half-destroyed shrine.

In the center of the storm-swept shrine, Guyang Cheongang lay with a pale face while Neungnam Gwang stood guard before him like an iron tower.

Sama Yuhon entered and respectfully cupped his fists toward Neungnam Gwang.

“It’s the honor of three lifetimes to meet the Hegemon Neung here. I am called Sama Yuhon.”

Neungnam Gwang asked in a sunken voice.

“I heard you’re well-versed in medical arts – is this true?”

“Medical arts are included among my family’s secret traditions, so I’ve studied them humbly.”

Sama Yuhon answered modestly while turning his gaze to Guyang Cheongang.

Neungnam Gwang’s face was filled with anguish he couldn’t erase.

“My younger brother encountered a powerful enemy and was gravely injured to the point his life hangs by a thread. Could you please examine him?”

“Saving people is the foundation of medical arts. I will certainly do my utmost.”

Neungnam Gwang let out a deep sigh.

Though he felt uneasy entrusting Guyang Cheongang’s life to a stranger, he had no choice now.

Moreover, Sama Yuhon’s eyes were clear and filled with righteous energy, with no trace of any sinister aura.

“I’m counting on you.”

Sama Yuhon sat in lotus position beside Guyang Cheongang.

His slender fingers touched Guyang Cheongang’s pulse point.

As he closed his eyes and concentrated on pulse diagnosis, tension filled the silent shrine.

Several minutes passed.

Beads of sweat formed on Sama Yuhon’s forehead as he continued the examination.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.

His slightly furrowed brow and dark expression suggested the situation was far from ordinary.

“How strange. Though a mysterious energy of unknown origin is protecting his entire body, the damage to his meridians is devastatingly severe.”

The mysterious energy he mentioned was the emergency defense system of the nanobots operated by Akasha.

If Akasha hadn’t forcibly held his organs and meridians together at the moment the Five Sounds of Mara’s Golden Bell collided, Guyang Cheongang’s body would have already burst from within.

But there was no way Sama Yuhon could know this.

He continued speaking.

“His five organs and six bowels have been displaced from their original positions, and his dantian is completely empty, lacking even the strength to gather his own energy.”

A heavy groan escaped Neungnam Gwang’s lips, and shadows fell across the eyes of Mukyongsan-in and the others standing nearby.

“For an ordinary martial artist, these would be fatal injuries that should have killed him long ago, yet the flame of life hasn’t been extinguished. This person is certainly no ordinary individual.”

Neungnam Gwang’s voice trembled faintly.

“Can you save him?”

Sama Yuhon remained silent for a moment before speaking.

“With the spiritual pills and acupuncture I possess, I can prevent the wounds from worsening and breathe life force into him. However… fundamental healing is difficult to guarantee. The damage he’s sustained is too deep and fatal.”

Neungnam Gwang knelt before him, suppressing his crumbling heart.

“Ah… this younger brother is a once-in-a-generation genius unmatched under heaven. I cannot let him become a cripple like this.”

To the voice mixed with desperate emotion, Sama Yuhon gently replied.

“First, let’s complete emergency treatment and wait for him to awaken. If he’s someone Hegemon Neung cherishes so much, he might know a secret method to heal his own wounds.”

Sama Yuhon smiled faintly and took out a small jade box from his robes.

As soon as he opened the lid, an indescribable mystical fragrance filled the shrine.

Gyo Myosangin’s eyes widened as he felt his lungs clear and his agitated true energy calm just from the fragrance alone.

“This is… a rarely seen spiritual pill.”

“It’s one of my family’s secret traditions.”

Sama Yuhon carefully placed the spiritual pill in Guyang Cheongang’s mouth.

The pill melted like water upon touching his lips and flowed down his throat.

Then he opened another jade box and took out over a hundred golden needles.

Sama Yuhon gently removed Guyang Cheongang’s upper garment and began acupuncture.

His fingers moved to find acupoints as naturally as flowing water.

Starting with the Baihui point, then Tiandu and Fengfu, regardless of hands, feet, chest, abdomen, or back, over a hundred golden needles were inserted at precise depths and angles.

Since it required intense concentration, by the time the procedure ended, Sama Yuhon’s back was already soaked with sweat.

After inserting the last needle into the Yongquan point on the sole of the foot, he exhaled deeply.

“Fortunately, the procedure was successful.”

Relief mixed in his voice.

“Now we wait for him to regain consciousness. However, even after he awakens, special treatment must be administered for complete recovery.”

Neungnam Gwang bowed his head deeply in gratitude.

“I’m truly grateful.”

“I merely did what I should do.”

Sama Yuhon calmly organized the jade boxes.

In the shrine where only the sound of rain could be heard, over a hundred golden needles embedded in Guyang Cheongang’s body glowed softly while rotating minutely, sustaining the flickering flame of life.

Dawn’s first light descended through the cracks of the old roof.

As darkness retreated, the traces of the fierce battle that had raged through the night became even more clearly visible.

Broken roof tile fragments and cracked walls, with stones scattered in all directions, completed the desolate scene of ruins.

The drizzle had stopped, but the air circulating within the shrine remained cold and heavy.

Guyang Cheongang’s eyelids trembled, then slowly lifted with effort.

The first thing that entered his vision was the hole-riddled ceiling of the shrine.

“Brother, are you coming to your senses!”

Neungnam Gwang, who had been keeping watch beside him, couldn’t contain his joy that surged like waves and cried out.

The tension that had been stretched taut all night transformed into relief and flowed out.

“Yes… Elder Brother.”

Guyang Cheongang’s voice was thin and strained.

Even taking a single breath seemed burdensome, but his eyes that had regained focus were clear and deep like the North Star.

Guyang Cheongang put strength into his trembling arms and slowly sat up.

His nerves had dulled and his muscles screamed, but he didn’t let out a single groan.

Neungnam Gwang pointed to a young man standing beside him and spoke with an emotional voice.

“First, pay your respects to Young Master Sama here. If he hadn’t treated you with his miraculous medical arts, you would have been in real trouble.”

Guyang Cheongang turned his head to look at the young man.

What made a deeper impression than his sculpture-like handsome features was his gaze.

In his clear and transparent eyes like eternal snow dwelt an unfathomable mystery.

Guyang Cheongang offered a respectful cupped fist salute while seated.

“Please forgive me for greeting you without being able to stand. I am in your debt. Thank you.”

Sama Yuhon smiled brightly and returned the cupped fist salute.

“Not at all. I merely fulfilled the duty I should as someone who has learned the medical arts.”

He observed Guyang Cheongang’s complexion for a moment, then added in a gentle voice.

“Above all, I’m pleased that Young Master Guyang has regained consciousness on his own. From a medical standpoint, this is a very hopeful sign.”

“My body’s condition… how is it?”

Guyang Cheongang’s question was direct.

Sama Yuhon pondered for a moment, then answered carefully.

“You’ve passed the critical stage. I corrected the twisted qi and blood with gold needle treatment, and delayed the worsening of internal injuries with spirit pills. However, the fundamental healing starts now. The process of repairing the damaged Eight Extraordinary Meridians and recovering your internal energy again is entirely up to you, Young Master.”

Guyang Cheongang took a deep breath and gazed into his inner self.

Then, Baek Muok, who had been keeping watch nearby, cautiously approached.

The boy’s face had sunk heavier than the rain that had fallen all night.

“Master… I’m sorry. Last night, I couldn’t be of any help to you…”

Guyang Cheongang read the self-reproach that had formed in the boy’s heart.

He smiled faintly and reached out his trembling hand to gently stroke Baek Muok’s head.

“It’s alright. You’re still in the learning stage, aren’t you.”

His touch was warm, and his voice contained deep affection.

“It’s natural that you can’t do it now. The path of a martial artist is about feeling that powerlessness to the bone, and using that frustration as fertilizer for growth. You simply went through that process faithfully today.”

“…Master.”

Baek Muok bowed his head deeply.

Though shadows of self-reproach still remained, thanks to his master’s encouragement, vitality began to return to his eyes once more.

Guyang Cheongang turned his gaze to observe the others in the shrine.

Gyo Myosangin stood expressionlessly, and Lady Bloodrose was still in a deep comatose state.

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