Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147
Third.
Wasn’t that already an extraordinary realm in itself?
I asked.
“Who is that person?”
Jegalling brushed back his hair.
The black radiance had already burned away, and his hair had returned to its original silvery-white luster, now gleaming with an even colder brilliance than before.
“You know how the ten greatest masters under heaven are called the Three Sovereigns, Two Emperors, Two Kings, and One Marquis, yes?”
“Yes.”
“The Three Sovereigns are the strongest, the Two Emperors and Two Kings come next, and the One Marquis ranks last among the ten greatest masters. My Master is a Doctor, but due to his heavenly affliction, he was never counted among the ten greatest masters under heaven.”
“I see!”
“Yet at my current level, I could hold my own against the Two Emperors or Two Kings. As for the Three Sovereigns… there are rumors that one has reached the Hyeongyeong realm, so it’s hard to say for certain. But they wouldn’t be stronger than me, would they?”
Jegalling spoke of these extraordinary matters with perfect composure.
To hold one’s own meant they were equals.
I knew my Master wasn’t one to speak falsehoods, so those words would prove true.
“By the way, among the Two Kings, there’s someone you’ve met before. Do you know who?”
“The one from Heukjeon Uiseon…”
“That’s right.”
Hyeolsaeng Nogoe.
She appeared as someone my age before me and was approachable, but in truth, she was someone of tremendous stature.
I had known this intellectually, but hearing it from my Master’s own lips made her strength feel even more distant and unfathomable.
‘Just how strong is my Master, anyway?’
My Master stretched his body with a crack.
“In any case, once we return, I’ll need to focus on cultivation.”
“Pardon? You’re going to cultivate, Master?”
He had rarely shown me his cultivation practices until now.
“If one’s inner energy has surged dramatically, shouldn’t it be properly controlled? Otherwise, it’s no different than placing a sword in a young child’s hands.”
That made sense.
Yet I couldn’t quite imagine how my Master would cultivate at such an elevated realm.
‘I wonder what kind of cultivation methods those in the Heavens Beyond Heaven use.’
I still had a long path ahead, but my Master had already transcended into mastery of a single discipline.
“Hee-ya. Your martial prowess has also increased greatly, so you must train accordingly. The Taeul Danseonggeom, Five Elements Divine Art, and Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong are perfectly compatible divine techniques. However, it would be wise for you to learn other types of martial arts to some degree as well.”
Those words meant the hellish training that lay ahead.
I swallowed hard.
“Ah, Master, there are still some spirit medicines we haven’t secured yet…”
“When would you need them by?”
I calculated when the villains in the original work would consume them.
With the butterfly effect in play, I couldn’t guarantee they’d consume them at that exact time. But such trivial matters always fell within the realm of fortune.
“I think we should be able to secure them within three years at the latest.”
“Then two years of cultivation should suffice.”
“Ugh….”
“Haha, Hee. I no longer care what you hide from me. I have my suspicions about certain things, but I won’t press you on them. However.”
My Master used Wind Ring Technique lightly.
Fresh fallen leaves that hadn’t yet decayed condensed along the wind my Master created. Then they moved freely following the tips of his fingers.
Leaves that seemed fragile enough to shatter at a young child’s cough somehow rotated perfectly intact along the Wind Ring Technique.
It was something close to divine mystery.
My Master continued speaking.
“But I wish to prevent you from getting hurt.”
“Master.”
“Yes, Hee. You are my disciple, not a puppet, so I cannot raise you solely according to my will. Then at the very least, it is a master’s duty to help ensure you don’t go around getting beaten wherever you go.”
The leaves melted.
There was no other way to describe it.
The leaves didn’t crumble but slowly transformed from their edges into fine powder that scattered.
My Master still kept the powdered leaves confined within the Wind Ring Technique.
“Watching you injured, I had many thoughts. While I was cutting open my disciple’s body, fixing broken bones and damaged organs, and stitching it all back together, I was not in my right mind.”
I was somewhat surprised.
‘Wait, how are the stitches so even if he wasn’t in his right mind?’
For three seconds, I suspected that my Master had also learned the Dual Thought Technique.
Jegalling continued speaking, unaware of his disciple’s doubts.
“While saving you like that, this thought occurred to me. You are a righteous person, someone who would throw away your life if necessary. You would sacrifice your life for what you believe is right, and if it were an unavoidable situation, you would accept it. That is a cruel thing.”
The Wind Ring Technique compressed within my Master’s hand.
The powdered leaves began to gather, forming a circle.
“They say that if a person dies with grievance, they become a wandering spirit in the nine heavens, but I thought my disciple would not do such a thing. One day, you would suddenly say with a relieved expression, ‘I saved people, and I have done what I needed to do, so I will take my leave now, Master.’ That’s what I thought.”
“…I apologize, Master.”
There was nothing else I could say.
My Master had nearly sent his disciple before him.
In the Martial Arts World, it was like a child dying before their parent.
Since there was no way to repay this unfilial act, I could offer nothing but an apology.
“I stitched you with a master’s heart, hoping there would be no scar, but on the other hand, I also hoped a scar would remain. I hope that when you see that scar, you will remember this incident, Hee.”
“Master.”
“Yes. Speak.”
I barely managed to open my lips that wouldn’t part and uttered the words.
“…I will become stronger.”
“You won’t say you’ll live selfishly.”
“I will cherish my own life.”
“That’s enough. That’s the kind of child my disciple is.”
Though I had become a young man now, I still appeared as a child in my Master’s eyes.
Jegalling threw the Wind Ring Technique to the side.
The Wind Ring Technique that fluttered away struck the cliff.
Crash—crash—crash—
The massive cliff crumbled to dust and vanished.
All that remained in its place was a vast circular expanse of ruins.
With the Three Sovereigns positioned above, Jegalling had now become capable of reshaping the very terrain.
“I cannot fathom how much stronger you must become before you find safety.”
My Master’s concern ran deep.
* * *
Upon arriving at Baekrin Uigak, Yoo Ho came to greet me at the entrance.
“You’ve arrived at last, Master. The Namgung Clan asked that the horse they lent us be returned in perfect health.”
In this era, horses were precious assets.
Beyond mere transportation, they served as a measure of one’s position, wealth, and power.
They played the same role that Rolls-Royces and Bentleys did on Earth.
Though those vehicles rolled off factory lines and could be purchased by anyone with money, horses in this age were different entirely.
One had to consider the bloodlines of both stallion and mare, and even when paired, there was no guarantee they would produce offspring if the animals were unwilling.
In the Central Plains, exceptional horses—while not reaching the level of spiritual beasts—were several tiers below, yet still possessed remarkable speed and strength.
That alone made them extraordinary and precious.
These creatures possessed monstrous stamina and keen intelligence, refusing to cooperate no matter what tricks humans attempted.
Even after multiple attempts at pairing, there was no guarantee a foal would grow according to one’s desires in temperament or build.
Indeed.
The Gunglim Black Horse that my Master had ridden twice was the equivalent of combining modern Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, and countless other vehicles into a single steed.
The Gaju of the Namgung Clan was surely biting his nails to the quick, waiting for the Gunglim Black Horse to return.
“I understand the affection one holds for their horse, but this is excessive. The Gunglim Black Horse needs rest as well. Let it remain in the stable for two days before returning it.”
Last time, the Gunglim Black Horse had impregnated every mare in the stable.
No foals of the Gunglim Black Horse’s caliber had been born, but some were still serviceable.
Keeping it for two days was my Master’s way of saying he intended to try his luck once more while borrowing it.
Whether a Gunglim Black Horse Junior S-class would emerge remained uncertain, but I thought that if we kept borrowing like this, we might eventually get lucky.
Yoo Ho sighed.
“Understood. Did you hear that, Gunglim Black Horse? Rest means rest, not rampage. Don’t throw another festival like last time….”
Neigh—!
“This is what prime stallions are like.”
Yoo Ho grumbled and slapped the Gunglim Black Horse’s rump with a sharp crack.
Remarkably, the Gunglim Black Horse trotted toward the stable of its own accord.
Its gait was positively cheerful.
“It seems delighted.”
“Why wouldn’t it be? That beast has a particular fondness for our Medical Hall’s mares. And with his handsome appearance, the mares are thrilled as well.”
“For a while, we should restrict access to the stables except during feeding times.”
Yeah, party! Carnal feast!
It was the world of animals. What I’d once seen in documentaries as a child now took on a different meaning.
‘Is this the way of nature?’
The animal kingdom of the Martial Arts World.
I covered my eyes and closed my ears, unwilling to witness it.
Yoo Ho relayed to Master all that had transpired at the Medical Guild during my absence, then glanced at me.
He looked at my face once, then at Hwang-gu who was the size of a pig, and finally at Cheonryeong perched atop my head.
Woof woof, squeak, screech!
My furry companions barked simultaneously.
I activated the Dharma Tool to understand what they were saying, but strangely, I couldn’t hear the sounds directed at Yoo Ho.
Yoo Ho spoke.
“It seems we have a new guest.”
“Yoo Ho, the Dharma Tool isn’t working?”
“It appears to be malfunctioning.”
Yoo Ho narrowed his eyes and answered thus.
“The Dharma Tool can malfunction?”
“How would I know?”
Saying so, he turned away.
Behind Yoo Ho, the four Medical Hall lords and Gungwi bowed in respect.
‘Ah, I’m home.’
I spoke to Yoo Ho.
“Yoo Ho, I missed you.”
At those words, Yoo Ho replied with an exasperated expression.
“Have you suffered poison cultivation? Your head…?”
“And I missed everyone.”
I laughed joyfully as I said this.
Yoo Ho sighed and answered.
“Well then, have a meal. You have no idea how much the four lords have been eager to hold a welcome ceremony for you.”
Saying this, he reluctantly continued as if spitting out the words.
“Still, I’m relieved you’ve returned safely.”
“Hm?”
Just as I was about to ask him to repeat himself, Yoo Ho quickly walked away.
Watching his retreating figure, I said.
“It seems Yoo Ho has had an easier time while I was away….”
That meant I could put him to work with renewed purpose.
My chest swelled with anticipation at the thought of being able to use Yoo Ho again.

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