Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 204

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Chapter 204
The Jin Ju-eonga Clan.
Depending on the martial arts novel, the details vary slightly, but they’re typically famous for corpse-raising techniques and jiangshi creation.
In “The Heavenly Demon’s Supremacy,” they gained renown for sorcery and appeared multiple times as a martial group with considerable martial prowess.
A major family located in Jinzhou, a town in Hebei Province.
Their business ventures span from funeral services to the liquor trade.
Since alcohol is inseparable from ancestral rites, they naturally expanded into the liquor business alongside their funeral operations.
The legend of Jin Ju-eonga’s origins traces back to the Great Calamity, when a sage learned the corpse-raising technique to return the bodies of the deceased to their families’ embrace.
What exactly is the corpse-raising technique?
It’s a sorcerous art that raises corpses and transforms them into jiangshi.
The corpses raised this way are weaker than Donggang-si jiangshi, yet one cannot deny that it remains a formidable sorcerous technique.
You might call them the necromancers of the martial world.
Of course, they also create the jiangshi commonly known throughout the martial realm, and their ultimate weapon is the vengeful spirit jiangshi.
Jin Ju-eonga is known to possess as many as four vengeful spirit jiangshi.
‘Their power is said to rank among the golden-tier jiangshi, the strongest classification.’
In other words, by martial cultivator standards, they possess four jiangshi at the Radiant Ascension level.
What’s even more absurd is that in the martial arts novels, Jin Ju-eonga is classified as an orthodox faction.
‘In this Confucian society, I can’t fathom how a family that raises corpses could be considered righteous.’
However, they don’t simply raise any corpse into a jiangshi—they purchase bodies with payment.
They’re famous for creating jiangshi through legitimate transactions and corpse purchases.
Moreover, even now when blood disasters occur, they help families by preserving corpses so they don’t decay and can be properly buried, making it rare to find a sect or family that hasn’t benefited from Jin Ju-eonga’s assistance.
‘Their martial techniques are famous for fist methods and movement techniques—the Yan Clan Fist, Vengeful Spirit Divine Fist, Floating Cloud Vengeful Spirit Movement, Dream Soul Vengeful Spirit Jiangshi Technique…’
Though they employ poison, their position is oddly similar to the Dang Clan, which is also orthodox.
However, that’s only true for this generation.
‘Later, when rebellion breaks out, Hyeolseonggyo’s agents will seize control of Jin Ju-eonga.’
In the original work, Jin Ju-eonga ultimately becomes Hyeolseonggyo’s jiangshi shuttle service.
‘In other words, one of them is definitely Hyeolseonggyo’s puppet.’
Since the Heavenly Demon never directly fought Jin Ju-eonga’s members, the traitor’s name is never revealed—just like with the Wudang Sect.
In the novel “The Heavenly Demon’s Supremacy,” they’re simply marked as ‘the traitor.’
The Heavenly Demon fought the four vengeful spirit jiangshi.
Yeo Ha-ryun shattered all four simultaneously.
In the end, he burned Jin Ju-eonga to the ground and beheaded every single member to exterminate the clan. Since he couldn’t identify who the traitor was, he spared not even a single dog—he executed them all.
‘At this point in time, they haven’t been seized by Hyeolseonggyo yet.’
If I can eliminate that traitor quickly, I can prevent at least four or more blood disasters that will occur in the future.
‘Next would be the Ha Buk-paeng-ga.’
Ha Buk-paeng-ga.
The most powerful major family representing Hebei Province, with the province’s name literally embedded in their clan name.
The phrase “they rule Hebei Province” is no exaggeration.
Since their business interests don’t overlap with Jin Ju-eonga, they’re often depicted as being in an alliance.
They’re genuine Daoist technique enthusiasts famous for the Five Tiger Broken Gate Technique.
‘Usually, clans that specialize in the Dao produce the strongest experts like Dao Sovereigns and Dao Kings who frequently emerge. But the Heavenly Demon Sect hasn’t produced either a Dao Sovereign or a Dao King.’
That meant they hadn’t made it into the top ten masters under heaven.
Of course, that didn’t mean the clan’s influence was weak.
‘It’s just that the Peng Clan is such a minor surname that they don’t often appear as protagonists in martial arts novels.’
In reincarnation and regression stories, the Namgung Clan, famous for the Emperor’s Sword, appeared most frequently as protagonists.
‘Still, it’s better than the Jin Ju-eonga. That clan is truly minor….’
Professor Jin felt the blood of the minor clans surge within him for a moment.
I understood the hearts of those who threw themselves into protecting rare wild animals.
“Ah, Miss Namgung and the Hyeolpyeon-wang are here as well!”
“I cannot express how delighted I am to see all three of you!”
The two men bowed respectfully to the Namgung Siblings and Dang-a, but completely ignored Jin Cheon-hee and Sama Hyeon who were seated with them.
Sama Hyeon, observing their attitude with interest, sent a message through sound transmission with amusement.
[Wow, hyung. Their heads got smashed in front of those three, but they haven’t tried it with us yet. They don’t seem to know how to greet people~]
Sama Hyeon’s pale, distinctly-jointed hands twitched.
Jin Cheon-hee was well aware that those hands could crush a human skull like tofu.
[Let it go. Just eat. The food will get cold at this rate.]
[But hyung. They’re ignoring you~? They haven’t even introduced themselves or asked your name yet~?]
Sama Hyeon whispered with slightly excited eyes.
That was true.
Eon Jeong-mu.
Peng Cheon-sik.
The two of them already knew Namgung Un and Namgung Yeon as siblings.
Of course, the same applied to Dang-a, the daughter of the Sichuan Dang Clan.
They consistently attended the Yongfeng Conference, and as major clans, there was no way they didn’t interact with each other.
Perhaps that’s why they weren’t even exchanging names with each other.
But this was quite rude.
Originally in the martial world, when people met, it was customary to introduce themselves as ‘I am so-and-so of such-and-such clan,’ and then ask ‘Which clan or sect do you belong to?’
Not exchanging names at all was a clear display of rudeness and disrespect.
It was the kind of behavior that openly showed ‘I am ignoring you!’
Naturally, martial artists afflicted with narcissism, who were self-centered and lived by pride alone, couldn’t tolerate such treatment.
Even Sama Hyeon expressed displeasure.
Of course, Jin Cheon-hee did not.
At forty years old, even watching young children measuring acorns against each other, one would think ‘Heh… the impetuousness of youth…’ and let it pass.
Moreover, the decisive factor was that Jin Cheon-hee was not a martial artist.
He was a doctor.
He had no interest in this kind of strength-showing from the start.
But I was worried that Sama Hyeon might crack someone’s skull trying to stand up for me.
‘Right. The heterodox sects need heterodox persuasion.’
[Hyeon-ah. Since they’re also from major clans, if one part of them gets smashed, where would they go? They’d rush to the Baek Rin Medical Guild, and I’d find it very, very annoying to treat them. Are you going to do that? Are you going to create more work for your hyung?]
I translated the plea not to crack their skulls into heterodox sect language.
[Sigh~ why does my brother have to be a doctor… wait, that’s not really the problem, is it?]
At that moment, Peng Cheon-sik spoke toward Jin Cheon-hee.
“It seems our conversation is boring you, Jin Sohyeop?”
Only then did Jin Cheon-hee understand what was happening.
‘Ah, he’s picking a fight with me. This is it.’
It wasn’t that Peng Cheon-sik didn’t know who Jin Cheon-hee was. He knew perfectly well and was deliberately disrespecting him anyway.
‘I see. So this is the flower of martial arts novels—the classic late-stage protagonist provocation!’
Still, he seemed a bit more intelligent than Hwangbo Mu-hwi.
At least he wasn’t openly complaining about the food.
‘Hmm, in novels, these types always end up getting their heads smashed in and humiliated when they provoke the protagonist… if I’m going to do it, I should go easy. Let me avoid wounds and fractures.’
Until now, whenever I saw groups like this picking fights with the protagonist, I’d always wondered if they had no brains, or if the author was abandoning all logic for the sake of the story.
But coming to the martial realm, I finally understood.
In an era without television, radio, or video platforms, all anyone had to rely on was hearsay.
Even in the modern world where information is abundant, pseudoscience and anti-vaccine movements run rampant.
So it was only natural that rumors in the martial realm, which contained many inaccuracies, weren’t trustworthy.
Yet even if one believed them, the results would be no different.
Fundamentally, martial realm practitioners have strong egos.
If forced to train by others, they can only reach the level of a novice at best.
Those who voluntarily punch rocks with bare fists and thrust their hands into heated sand develop egos as sharp as blades.
As people age, they come to understand the world and exercise some restraint, but young martial artists have no such wisdom.
Their inflated egos know nothing of the dangers of the martial realm.
No matter how much the elders of great families warn the young, few martial artists actually listen.
Every great family struggles with educating their children for this very reason.
‘A provocation at an inn. Quite the classic scenario.’
I was already wondering if I’d need to expand the Martial Alliance ER branch.
‘Alright. I’ll hit him three times with the Flowing Qi Bullet—bang, bang, bang—then dislocate his shoulders once each. I’m quite skilled at doing it without aftereffects!’
My heart raced with anticipation.
At that moment, Namgung Un stepped forward quickly.
“They say the Four Seas are one family, so shouldn’t we avoid fighting before the tournament even begins? Let us all greet each other cordially.”
“Namgung’s words are wise. I apologize for raising my voice.”
I didn’t expect him to apologize so readily.
‘Huh? Why is he backing down so easily?’
I knew from the nature of martial realm practitioners that if they were going to back down, they wouldn’t have started in the first place.
‘But perhaps he’s just looking for another opportunity, seeing Namgung Un’s face?’
However, I immediately dismissed that thought.
Because Eon Jeong-mu’s expression still burned with fighting spirit. He said:
“Instead, allow me to offer you a cup of wine as my apology. Please accept it.”
Then he poured wine into a cup and flicked his wrist slightly toward Jin Cheon-hee.
“Please, accept it.”
He infused his inner energy into the wine and hurled it toward Jin Cheon-hee.
‘So this is how he responds. For a provocation, it’s quite elegant, isn’t it?’
I was impressed.
The cup infused with inner energy spun toward me through the air.
What was peculiar was that not a single drop of wine spilled from within the cup.
A mistaken reception would shatter the cup, its fragments creating minor lacerations.
But the greater problem was the humiliation of having wine splashed across my face.
‘That’s right. If I back down here, I’m no true martial artist.’
My sleeve billowed slightly.
My hand—infused with the Five Elements True Qi, the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, and the subtle principles of Taiqing Mountain Water—caught the spinning cup as though it were nothing.
To the naked eye, it would appear I had simply seized the cup.
Tap.
Namgung Un, Namgung Yeon, Dang-a, and Eon Jeong-mu’s faction each wore different expressions.
What they perceived would depend on the depth of their martial understanding.
The one whose thoughts I could least fathom was Sama Hyeon.
Sama Hyeon wore the same expression as before, merely smirking.
I drained the wine in one gulp.
‘Ugh, it still tastes terrible.’
Wine that doesn’t improve even after passing forty—there’s no reason it should improve now.
But this too is its own romance.
Now it was my turn to propose a penalty drink.
Glug, glug, glug—
I poured wine lightly into the cup.
‘A good rebound would be fitting.’
I smiled, infusing the cup with the subtle principles of rotation from the Tanjiechontong.
“Thank you for the drink. Then, in response…”
The cup left my hand, spinning through the air.
On the surface, it appeared no different from the cup Eon Jeong-mu had sent. Yet there was one peculiar thing.
“…”
It was slow.
Of course it should have been fast, given that I’d infused it with inner energy according to the principles.
But what I had sent defied that very expectation.
Eon Jeong-mu’s eyebrows twitched.
“Then I shall receive it.”
He infused his hand with inner energy and deployed the Golden Claw technique.
His confident grasp lasted only a moment—the cup wouldn’t stop.
He distinctly felt his fingers being drawn in along with the rotation.
‘What…!’
The moment he panicked and surged his inner energy, the rotation ceased and his balance shattered.
Crash!
The cup shattered, and wine sprayed in all directions.

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