Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 232

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Chapter 232
‘But is it even possible to cultivate them together?’
Since no one in the martial world had attempted such a mad feat, I couldn’t know for certain.
“What exactly is this divine garment?”
“Heavenly Silkworm silk. An upper garment made from Heavenly Silkworm thread. It’s thin enough to wear as an undergarment, but due to the unique properties of Heavenly Silkworm silk, it can even deflect sword energy.”
“Oh.”
I’d also received a piece of Heavenly Silkworm silk fabric from Sama Hyeon to use as gloves—it looked quite promising.
My Master continued.
“When you infuse qi into this garment, it generates a protective barrier that can also block strong attacks to a certain degree. It’s a technique from a sect that was destroyed long ago, and how exactly such a protective barrier is created remains unidentified.”
“Hmm… So it’s like wearing one remarkable defensive robe.”
“Exactly. And since you’ve also learned external cultivation, you’ll have double protection.”
I didn’t deliberate long.
“Then let’s go with that!”
“Haha, I thought you’d say that.”
With those words, he inserted another needle.
Thunk!
“Ugh…!”
“If you want to attend the awards ceremony tomorrow, bear it.”
* * *
The next morning.
Once word spread that Jin Cheon-hee had recovered, the awards ceremony proceeded immediately.
Considering the scale of the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering, the awards ceremony was surprisingly modest.
While the finals were attended to witness martial prowess, the awards ceremony was merely someone else’s celebration feast.
Still, many warriors gathered to show proper respect, though not in the numbers of the finals.
Yet this time was exceptional—an unusually large crowd had assembled, and the reason was clear.
‘It was because the martial techniques displayed by Jin Cheon-hee, a rising star of the martial world, defied common sense.’
The strength of the Demonic Cult’s envoy was also unexpected.
Many warriors didn’t even know what Demonic Heart truly was.
But genuine talent always stands out.
The final strike displayed by Jin Cheon-hee and Yeo Ha-ryun was enough to ignite the hearts of every warrior gathered at the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering.
However…
“Ah… There are still many things we must do for the martial world. First…”
‘This reminds me of a principal’s address at school.’
I hadn’t expected Changwang to deliver such a lengthy speech.
“Of course, that is not all. To prevent the threats that lie ahead, we warriors of the martial world must…”
Some people were even dozing off.
“…and with that, I conclude.”
Finally, the closing ceremony address had ended.
“Will the champion please come to the podium!”
Boom, boom!
As the drum sounded, the sleeping warriors began to open their eyes one by one, yawning.
I ascended the platform and bowed respectfully.
Kneeling on one knee and clasping my fist in salute.
The question everyone had been waiting for fell from Changwang’s lips.
“Secret manual, divine weapon, or elixir—which do you desire?”
All the warriors straightened their postures and watched in breathless silence.
I delivered the answer I had prepared.
“I wish for the divine weapon.”
“Present the divine weapon!”
At those words, General Dokgo Seon set down a white wooden chest.
The chest bore the emblem symbolizing the Murim Alliance, and congratulatory calligraphy for the champion was inscribed in gold.
‘The contents being secret is just like in the novels.’
In the martial world of Dosangeomnim, one does not reveal which secret manual or divine weapon was given.
The champion who receives it also does not speak of what they obtained.
One could open it now and show everyone if one truly wished, but in a place where lives hang in the balance, it is better to keep every card hidden as long as possible.
‘Of course, it all becomes rumor eventually.’
Once you carry it outside, witnesses inevitably appear, and rumors spread.
There is nothing to be done about that.
I received the chest without opening it and raised it high above my head.
“Thank you!”
와아아아아아—!
The warriors erupted in unified cheers.
Everyone celebrated the birth of a new prodigy of the martial world.
In the front row, my Master clapped with a joyful expression.
Seeing color return to his pale cheeks, I worried he might ascend to heaven from sheer happiness.
Now I had become a golden calf recognized by all.
Even the sect leaders who had not truly believed despite my Master’s boasting saw it clearly with their own eyes.
That my Master’s golden calf was genuine!
‘Master, rejoice! You can boast about this for the next ten years, no, thirty years!’
Yet simultaneously, this became a calamity for the ‘Master’s friend’s disciples.’
* * *
After the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering concluded, a banquet was held.
Yeo Ha-ryun, Jin Cheon-woo, and Sama Hyeon.
It was natural that these three sought me out.
The moment I saw the three of them, I spoke quickly.
“First, don’t fight on this auspicious day. Understood?”
As the elder brother who had demonstrated his martial prowess, I puffed out my chest and spoke solemnly.
The first to answer was Yeo Ha-ryun.
“…I won’t.”
“What?”
The protagonist and Demonic Cult member, Yeo Ha-ryun, rolled his dark eyes as he looked at me.
“You won’t know what happened while you were unconscious, hyung.”
Sama Hyeon from the heterodox faction spoke.
“Anyway, we saw what happens to you when we fight among ourselves~”
Jin Cheon-woo from the orthodox faction added a word.
“Still, it was worthwhile that I stepped in—fortunately, the mediation went well, hyung.”
He subtly earned points this way.
I, Jin Cheon-hee, looked at the three of them with an expression as if I’d been struck by a hammer.
‘No… these guys aren’t marveling at my power as an older brother… they only remember me coughing blood and collapsing.’
In terms of strength too, I’m the strongest! My dignity as an older brother! Ah, I’m truly amazing!
Hyung! As sworn siblings, I’ll only follow you, hyung!
I secretly wanted this kind of reaction… but why are all three of them looking at me with such openly pitiful expressions?
‘I did protect the peace of the martial world… I did… but…’
Somehow I felt sad.
Sama Hyeon added a remark.
“That doesn’t mean we should deepen our brotherly bonds now… but it seems we’ve reached a level where we can tolerate each other~”
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Remember, hyung—you must never use that technique again until you reach the Transformation Realm. Unless you want to see us all dead.”
Yeo Ha-ryun’s dark hair swayed desolately.
Cheon-woo spoke.
“Hyung. While you were unconscious, we weren’t in our right minds either.”
I see. I had wanted to teach my younger siblings a lesson, but not this kind of lesson.
I felt sad. Just then, people called for me.
I spoke.
“Let’s talk more after this is over. I have something to give to both Yeo Ha-ryun and Sama Hyeon. I’ve already given something to Cheon-woo.”
“?”
Cheon-woo seemed to catch on immediately.
‘I suppose it’s time to give him the Spirit Pill.’
It’s a different reaction than I expected, but all roads lead to Seoul in the end.
We agreed to meet again after the banquet ended.
That’s how we made our promise.
* * *
‘Whew, this is exhausting… These events are surprisingly demanding. By the way, where is my Master…?’
Glancing over, I saw my Master heading somewhere with Meng Zhu.
It was probably backstory that others shouldn’t hear.
After that, I greeted many people I knew.
What was unexpected was that the Gongseon Family didn’t attend.
‘After hearing what Gaebangjoo said, the Gongseon Family withdrew appropriately.’
The warriors from the Gongseon Family participating in the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering weren’t particularly promising prospects anyway.
Having demonstrated their capabilities by advancing to the main rounds, there was no great issue with withdrawing at an appropriate point. But now that the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering had ended.
There were no signs of any great calamity looming. The warriors injured or exhausted from the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering were simply resting in their respective quarters.
‘Hmm, perhaps the Patriarch’s warning was merely excessive caution. Or perhaps… he was wary of the Gongseon Family’s martial prowess spreading through the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering.’
If that were the case, it would certainly warrant vigilance.
That’s likely why Sama Hyeon chose to conceal his true abilities rather than pursue victory.
‘Even I cannot fathom this entirely. Gak-yeon abandoned her participation in the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering at Gongseon Hyeon’s request, but harboring resentment… no, she’s not that sort of person.’
For her, gaining insights into martial enlightenment through meeting with a cherished friend takes precedence over earning glory at the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering.
Truly an upright warrior.
A person like that would be training without a second thought by now.
Having pondered this far, I continued meeting people and sharing cups with them.
Though I wasn’t fond of alcohol, circumstances like these called for toasts.
A doctor, unlike a warrior pursuing solitary excellence, receives help from many and must give help in return.
As the champion, I engaged in conversation with numerous people.
“The Soggakju! I knew you’d become Soggakju!”
“Soggakju! We love youuuuu!”
“The glory of Baekrin Uiseon!”
The Baekrin Uiseon members raised their cups, heavily intoxicated.
Now that the emergency room work was finished, everyone was free!
Moreover, this time everyone had survived until the end without anyone collapsing from overwork.
“A blessing upon the Medical Guild!”
Even that stern Acupuncture Guild Master was thoroughly drunk, waving his cup.
This Dragon-Phoenix Gathering had been an opportunity for the Baekrin Uiseon members to release their pent-up frustrations.
The accumulated resentment from treating countless warriors, then watching those same warriors return injured or bringing new patients, had finally found release.
Who would have thought such deeply layered grievances could be dispelled like this!
“Hahahaha! Soggakju, have another drink.”
The Chuna Dangju even pulled me close with one arm around my shoulder, waving the bottle.
She was famous in Baekrin Uiseon for having the highest alcohol tolerance.
If even she was this intoxicated, everyone else was thoroughly drunk.
Glug glug glug—
Before I could respond, my cup was filled to the brim.
There was no helping it.
“A toast to the victory of Baekrin Uiseon!”
Clink!
Everyone’s cups collided together.
In the sky, a full moon round as a wine cup beamed down with a radiant smile.
* * *
Only when the celebration wound down could I finally escape.
‘Sigh, banquets are exhausting.’
After circulating the Five Elements Mutual Destruction Poison to neutralize the alcohol, I lay listlessly in the small pavilion attached to the rear courtyard of my quarters.
A separate building with even a pavilion prepared—quite a respectable residence.
Baekrin Uiseon was suffering greatly, and if things went wrong, my Master might charge out again like last time.
There are clear signs of effort made to avoid offending his sensibilities.
The moon visible from the pavilion was remarkably beautiful.
I gazed at it blankly, lost in thought.
‘It’s been a long time since I’ve done nothing but stare vacantly like this.’
My days had always been consumed by struggle or calculation—whether against another person or against illness itself.
As I lay there, a warrior from the Mupyeol faction approached me.
“Soggakju, you have a visitor. They say they very much wish to meet with you….”
“Who is it?”
“They say their name is Samjeolchuho.”
At those words, I rose from my resting position immediately.
“Show them in.”
The warrior bowed respectfully to me and left through the rear entrance.
After some time had passed, I sensed someone’s footsteps approaching.
The gait was heavy yet light—a paradoxical rhythm—and I instantly recognized who it belonged to.
“It’s been quite some time. Jin Sohyeop, or should I call you the White Dragon Divine Doctor?”
“That feels awkward. Just call me Jin, my younger brother. Haha.”
After laughing, I asked again.
“You didn’t come just to congratulate me on my victory, did you?”
“…Of course that’s part of it. But it’s rather cold outside—wouldn’t it be better to talk inside?”
Outside, there would be matters that must not leak out.
If Samjeolchuho spoke in such secrecy, there could be only one topic.
She was tracking my younger sibling in the Hyeolseonggyo. That must be what this was about.
Without hesitation, I nodded and walked alongside her.

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