Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227
“Normally, I would never teach this to anyone outside our sect, but you’re someone who scatters the heavens’ secrets—I suppose it’s acceptable to pass it on to you.”
“Ugh… w-what… what are you…?”
“Everything belonging to our sect is mine to give. Who would dare oppose my decision? Come now, receive it.”
She whispered with lips as crimson as blood.
Though her voice never left her throat, I understood exactly what she was saying.
I strained desperately to move my entire body, but nothing obeyed.
She had clearly said this:
‘I shall transmit the Cheonma Divine Art to you.’
No matter how I twisted my body, not a single muscle fiber, not the slightest joint would betray my master’s will and move.
“Let us see whether the demon within you awakens, or whether you can wield this purely. Hahaha, you won’t need to consume the Crimson Demon Blood Pill.”
The moment her finger touched my brow.
Click.
Incantations began forcibly pouring into my mind.
“…!”
I wanted to scream but couldn’t. I wanted to struggle but was unable.
The incantations consumed my mind, swallowing and swallowing and swallowing.
Soon the black incantations began fragmenting into countless colors.
Even through this, the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong chewed and devoured those incantations, decomposing and reassembling them.
What I had come to know, I could not pretend not to know.
What I had seen, I could not claim not to have seen.
What I had already heard, I could not turn back to a time before hearing it.
The realm of a hundred colors appeared before my eyes….
Consciousness flickered.
Thud!
My upper body collapsed completely.
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“…Master? Great Master?”
I felt someone shaking my body.
From an eternity-like state of oblivion, I painfully opened my eyes.
“Great Master, business hours have ended.”
As I painfully opened my eyes, it was dawn. The inn’s dining hall held no customers except me.
‘Was that a dream?’
It might well have been a dream.
Everything I remembered felt so unreal that I couldn’t believe it had actually happened.
Yet before me lay an empty plate of braised fish, an empty wine bottle, and an empty cup.
“The guest who was here…?”
“She just left. She certainly did love her drink.”
“Hah… hahaha…”
Should I go out and chase after her? But even if I did, could I possibly find her?
And even if I found them, what could I possibly do?
The ten greatest masters of the realm are practically forces of nature themselves.
What could I accomplish by capturing the Cheonma?
‘No… rather than that…’
Jin Cheon-hee asked urgently.
“Could I have another bowl of crab meat soup?”
“The head chef has already retired for the evening. My apologies, Master. If you return tomorrow…”
Jin Cheon-hee, who had the Cheonma Divine Art forcibly implanted into his mind, was thinking about the crab meat soup instead.
‘In the end, I couldn’t eat it again. The crab meat soup.’
Tears blurred my vision.
026. Three-Way Confrontation
The Cheonma Divine Art had been forcibly implanted into my mind.
Jin Cheon-hee pressed his head firmly. Whether it was psychological or not, a headache was creeping in.
The Cheonma Divine Art.
A divine technique that only the minor sect leaders of the Ilwol Sect could master.
The Ilwol Sect maintained multiple minor sect leaders, and they would slaughter each other until only one survived to become the Cheonma and lead the Ilwol Sect.
Yet despite this, the Cheonma Divine Art had never been leaked to the outside world, and the secret behind that was precisely this.
The divine technique is directly imprinted into the spirit. And through spiritual sealing, it becomes impossible to transmit the Cheonma Divine Art to others.
The Demonic Sect—it truly deserved its name.
This much I had read from the Records of the Supreme Cheonma.
The Cheonma transmits the Cheonma Divine Art to Yeo Ha-ryun in the same manner.
-I have seen a path even in one as insignificant as you.
-Insignificant creature who knows only how to kill. Since I have glimpsed a path, you too have the qualification to touch the Heavens.
-Can a creature with an incomplete spirit truly devour the Demonic, or will it be devoured by it?
Thanks to the seal, transmission would not occur anyway, but since all knowledge of the martial arts is being transmitted through visualization, there is no need to nurture as a master would.
Moreover, the Red Demon Blood Pill already consumed has imposed a time limit.
Having consumed the Red Demon Blood Pill, one either grows stronger faster than anyone else or dies around the age of twenty if unable to achieve great success.
To extend that, one must absorb the innate true energy of another who has mastered the same Cheonma Divine Art.
Gu poison.
From the moment the Cheonma Divine Art is transmitted, until only one remains at the end, each must cultivate and fight on their own to survive.
That is the Cheonma bloodline of the Ilwol Sect.
‘Wow… it’s called a divine technique, but what they’re doing is demonic cultivation.’
Yet the Cheonma had transmitted this Cheonma Divine Art to Jin Cheon-hee himself.
Why?
‘To create more chaos in the Gangho?’
The Cheonma had been delighted.
A being that was demonic among the demonic from the start.
Having said that a distorted heavenly mandate was unbearably enjoyable, she would surely desire the world to descend into even greater chaos.
However, that chaos need not necessarily mean rivers of blood and seas of corpses.
If that were her desire, she could simply kill Jin Cheon-hee.
It was a fate that had already been decided anyway.
Chaos was truly a word that encompassed so much.
With that intention, transmitting the Cheonma Divine Art to Jin Cheon-hee himself—the Patriarch of Baek Rin Medical Guild, not even a follower of the Ilwol Divine Cult—was truly a method to create absolute ‘disorder’.
‘Ah… this person is truly beyond help….’
Even if I wanted to argue, my opponent was far too absurd.
And that absurd opponent had done something equally absurd and left.
‘So… am I just a side dish now?’
He didn’t force a limited lifespan on me by feeding me the Crimson Demon Blood Pill, and he only implanted the Cheonma Divine Art before leaving—I can’t fathom his intentions.
The headache surged back again.
It had been like this even until today, when the Round of Eight of the Yongbong Tournament began.
The fifth match of the Round of Eight.
The day Cheonwoo and I would fight. That day is today.
I had arrived early and was sitting in the premium seat that Sama Hyeon had purchased, watching the earlier matches, but thanks to the Cheonma Divine Art, nothing was registering.
“Brother. It’s my turn.”
“Got it.”
Sama Hyeon immediately descended to the martial arena.
His opponent was from Shaolin Temple.
“Sama Hyeon of Hao-mun’s Vital Pressure Method! Heo Jeong of Shaolin Temple! Begin the match!”
The two bowed and took their stances.
Sama Hyeon attacked first, true to his heterodox sect style!
Heo Jeong was appearing in the Yongbong Tournament for the first time, and his martial knowledge wasn’t as exceptional as the previous generation of Shaolin masters.
However, that was only relative. He could still be considered quite strong to have made it this far.
The problem was that even in the original work, Heo Jeong wasn’t particularly outstanding in martial talent.
And Sama Hyeon—this bastard is the main villain.
‘Hyeon-a… shouldn’t a true master wait for one move?’
But there was no way this guy would do something so inefficient.
Heo Jeong threw the Diamond Prajna Palm to block Sama Hyeon’s attack with offense and defense combined.
‘What?!’
Sama Hyeon playfully threw his own palm against Heo Jeong’s palm.
Crack!
In modern terms, a high-five had occurred in the martial arena.
Remarkably, it was Heo Jeong whose stance was shaken by just that one palm strike!
Sama Hyeon was about to throw another palm at Heo Jeong’s cheek but instead grabbed his neck.
Snap—
“…!”
Everyone froze at movements that seemed almost like a dance.
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“I won, right~?”
“V-Victory. Sama Hyeon of the Vital Pressure Method!”
Roaaaaaaar!
“The Golden Blood Hall! I thought they were just money-obsessed fools, but their martial prowess is exceptional!!”
“The monk must have felt quite embarrassed!”
“Ah, if it had been those Shaolin monks, things would’ve been different.”
“How would you know? It’s the Dragon-Phoenix Conference anyway!”
Heo Jeong’s face flushed red.
Sama Hyeon slowly released his grip on the monk’s neck and set him down gently.
“Hehe~ My apologies, Monk.”
“Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha….”
To a modern observer, it would have seemed like a comedy sketch.
The reason it ended on good terms was probably because no one was seriously injured.
And the fighting movements themselves were so smooth and efficient that it concluded in an instant.
‘The way he clapped his palms against the monk’s technique was likely… with high probability, a performance.’
If he fought too harshly against a Shaolin monk, potential customers might be deterred, so he must have calculated to end it entertainingly instead.
The fact that he could do this meant Sama Hyeon’s martial skill was deeper than it appeared.
“Next match preparation! Baek Rin Medical Guild’s Jin Cheon-hee versus Mudang Sect’s Cheonwoo Hermit!”
‘Finally, my turn. Let me see how much of the Taeching Divine Elixir he’s absorbed.’
When I first saw him, I thought he had completely made the Taeching Divine Elixir his own.
But as my discernment improved, my thoughts changed.
‘Perhaps Cheonwoo’s own martial skill has simply advanced.’
Crossing blades would make it clear.
Jin Cheon-hee rose to his feet.
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As I stepped onto the martial arena, Cheonwoo was already standing there like a mountain.
“Orthodox sect? Really from the Mudang Sect?”
“He doesn’t look like a Mudang hermit at all… he must be from some heterodox sect….”
“Shh, despite appearances, his martial prowess is exceptional. Some say he’s the strongest among the later-stage contestants.”
Leaving the murmurs behind, Cheonwoo spoke to me.
“Brother, we meet like this.”
“Yes.”
“I will show you that I’ve become strong enough to protect you.”
Professor Jin answered with vacant eyes.
“…Then forfeit.”
“Pardon?”
Cheonwoo’s eyes widened.
But soon, having made his resolve, he answered thus.
“I know what you think of your other brothers. I intend to defeat you and advance.”
So he won’t forfeit after all. Right. That’s what a warrior is.
Cheonwoo took his stance, and as I took mine, the referee shouted.
“Mudang Sect’s Cheonwoo Hermit versus Baek Rin Medical Guild’s Jin Cheon-hee! Match begin!”
Surprisingly, Cheonwoo drew not his fists, but a sword.
‘Mudang Gwon-je is skilled not only in martial arts but also in the sword. Did Cheonwoo choose the blade because of my influence?’
Jin Cheon-hee watched Cheonwoo and pondered this.
‘Yes. My younger brother’s devotion to thinking of me is admirable. So then….’
I’ll accept that sentiment with gratitude. I’ll definitely knock him unconscious and send him home alive!
The moment Jin Cheon-hee made his resolve, sword threads began to form at the tip of Cheonwoo’s blade. The sword energy flowed like threads, rippling outward.
But soon it began to coalesce, forming something like clouds.
“A sword energy cloud sea!”
A sword energy cloud sea.
Each sect expressed it slightly differently.
Huashan displayed it as plum blossoms, Mudang as clouds, and Beihae Palace as snow or cold energy.
“I’ve heard only a select few among those who’ve reached the pinnacle can achieve this….”
“If you can create a sword energy cloud sea, you can use a sword barrier. You know what that is? A barrier made of swords.”
“Either way, anything caught in it gets obliterated, doesn’t it?”
“Exactly! Though I’ve never seen it myself.”
The spectators erupted in excitement at the luxury of witnessing a sword energy cloud sea with their own eyes.
Normally, the best sight one could hope to see here was merely sword threads!
And even that wasn’t something you could see every time you wanted, nor was it clear enough for ordinary eyes to perceive.
With a sword energy cloud sea unfolding before them, the fervor was extraordinary.
Woooooooooow–!

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