Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 235

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Chapter 235
Unable to use both arms, I attempted to employ leg techniques instead. Or rather, I tried to.
Crack!
This time, my other leg broke as well.
‘No matter how drunk someone is, shouldn’t they regain their senses when the pain reaches this level?’
Do warriors in the martial world not feel pain when they drink?
No, thinking about it again, that couldn’t possibly be the case.
“Argh! I’ll kill you. I’m going to kill you! Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
Unable to move his limbs, his face turned crimson as he thrashed about wildly.
Even Samjeolchuho, who had been watching, spoke with an expression of exasperation.
“I’ve never seen even the worst drunks from the evil sects act like this.”
I was bewildered.
“I’ll kill you! Seo Baek-ryong! I’ll kill you!”
His face, already flushed with rage, began to gradually turn purple as veins bulged across his skin.
“Signs of demonic cultivation deviation?”
‘What is this?’
I quickly pressed a pressure point to knock him unconscious, then sealed a blood meridian to suppress the demonic cultivation deviation.
“Is that madman going to be alright?”
“Since I knocked him out immediately, he’ll need at least six months of recuperation. During those six months, he can reflect on what happens when you insult other sects and strike commoners. I think it’s a good opportunity.”
“…You knocked him out before he even started… You’re quite something, little brother.”
‘Is that a compliment? It must be a compliment, right?’
The slight unease I felt was likely due to the mixed expression in Samjeolchuho’s eyes as he looked at me—a blend of reverence and the way one might regard a madman.
Perhaps sensing my suspicious gaze, Samjeolchuho quickly spoke.
“But did he consume some kind of drug? I can’t understand why he’s acting like this.”
I shook my head.
“I’ve taken his pulse several times, but there’s no trace of any drug. This is simply…”
Boom-boom-boom-crash!
Another thunderous sound erupted from the inn.
Upstairs, Bu Mu-heon from the Yeonryu Sword Sect and Hu Yun from the Hu Quan Sect were fighting.
Both had been in the same preliminary group as me in the past, sparred as lower-ranked disciples, and the match had ended without serious injuries.
“Hu Yun! I lost because you fought dishonorably! I will kill you and prove my strength!”
“Has this bastard gone insane?!”
Genuine killing strikes, far beyond sparring or friendly matches, tore through the inn.
Those caught in the aftermath clutched their heads and crawled across the floor in an attempt to evacuate.
Crash-crash-crash!
The same sounds erupted from the neighboring shops as warriors drew their weapons and began fighting each other.
Samjeolchuho spoke with startled eyes.
“What is this…?”
My gaze sharpened like blue lightning.
“Based on the circumstances, the Blood Immortal Sect appears to be involved. And at this point, I can begin to guess their objective.”
“A purpose?”
“Yes.”
There was one. Something more efficient than neutralizing the mountain poison and driving in the dagger.
I couldn’t know how such a thing was possible.
Since the Jegallga’s specialty was formation arrays rather than sorcery, I could only observe the phenomenon and judge their intent.
“What is it?”
“Internal chaos from within. Suspicion breeds phantoms.”
Samjeolchuho’s eyes widened slightly at my words.
“They want us to suspect and fight each other?”
“The Blood Immortal Sect’s strategists found their answer. They decided to turn this situation—with all three leaders gathered—to their advantage. If even a single casualty occurs, division will inevitably follow.”
“You mean the three leaders will each go their separate ways?”
“No. It means every sect and school will go their own path.”
“Isn’t it unusual for the three leaders to gather?”
“Yes. All three leaders reached the same answer almost simultaneously—the fastest way to resolve this crisis. It’s the strategy of ‘Allies in the same boat.'”
When those with poor relations unite toward a common purpose.
All three leaders recognized how grave this situation was and agreed that extinguishing the Blood Immortal Sect’s embers quickly took priority over their existing grudges.
They could fight after the matter was settled.
“Did the Blood Immortal Sect’s strategists respond to that with internal chaos?”
“Even the Orthodox Sect alone has complicated grievances, but with the Lunar Divine Sect and the Demonic Path gathered here too. It was quite a clever scheme.”
“There’s no warrior in this world who would sit idle after losing disciples. We could see the Orthodox versus Demonic clash, the Orthodox versus Righteous clash… or perhaps even a martial world-wide war?”
“Whether the Blood Immortal Sect’s strategists can guide things that far is uncertain… but in any case, it will become impossible for everyone to unite against a single enemy.”
“These mad bastards…!”
Crunch.
Samjeolchuho ground his teeth, unable to contain his fury.
“I must inform Meng Zhu of this matter first. What will you do?”
Clang!
I stroked Hwang-gu and let out a light whistle.
Chirp!
Cheonryeong, who had been watching from the sky, descended directly onto my head.
“I need to call for reinforcements.”
Fortunately, there were people from several sects who had heeded Seolgyeon’s advice.
The Gongseon Family’s people, Wang Gak-yeon…
‘I’m worried about my martial siblings.’
The Wudang Sect had already suffered greatly from the Blood Immortal Sect once. They wouldn’t ignore Seolgyeon’s advice.
As for Sama Hyeon, he’s the type to drill holes in his own sect’s treasures, so he rarely values anything.
Besides, he wouldn’t be the type to bring something precious enough to treasure in a place like this.
As for Yeo Ha-ryun…
‘He’s the protagonist, so he must have handled it well on his own.’
Simply being Yeo Ha-ryun inspired a peculiar confidence.
I quickly wrote letters and handed them to the two spirit beasts.
“Cheonryeong goes to Baek Rin at the Medical Guild. Hwang-gu, you head to the Gongseon Family. They’ve prepared the best defenses, so they’ll have more than enough resources to help.”
The two spirit beasts scattered swiftly at Jin Cheon-hee’s command.
Samjeolchuho spoke.
“I’ll report this matter to the Meng Zhu and head straight to the Gaebang. We’ll meet again then!”
And so everyone dispersed.
Jin Cheon-hee let out a small sigh and turned to look back.
Sama Hyeon and the Blood Immortal Sect.
The game of strategy had begun.
Though they were renowned masters, there was one thing they overlooked.
‘I’m here too.’
There were not four players on this board.
Though I was merely an amateur with negligible martial power, I was still a piece in this game.
‘Whether I’m a seed of half-immortality or a being that distorts the heavenly mandate… I should make every move I can.’
In the chaotic melee of clashing bones and flesh.
Jin Cheon-hee threw himself toward Hu Yun and Bu Mu-heon.
‘Fortunately, both are novices. I can end this with dislocations. So, I’ll go all out!’
With only one body and multiple battles, there was no time to waste.
* * *
-Coward! Kill him! Kill him! Kill!
A voice rising from within hammered against my mind.
Following the voice, my heart churned, and rage burned crimson, devouring reason itself.
“Die!”
Using hatred as fuel and the heart as an engine, the blade moved. A vicious killing intent that knew no restraint.
Yeonryu Sword Technique’s Secret Fifth Form.
Yeonryu Cloud Sword!
A sword technique said to resemble clouds flowing endlessly!
The undulating blade, part of the circular sword style, moved like clouds, now carrying murderous intent.
Uuuuung.
The cloud-like shape created by the blade descended directly upon Hu Yun.
At full mastery, the surroundings would be engulfed in clouds, but at his level, it only resembled cloud fragments at best.
Yet even that was sufficiently threatening.
With sword energy clinging to the small cloud-like shapes, even a graze would cleave flesh away.
“You insane bastard!”
Hu Yun responded in fury, meeting it with his true technique.
Hu Quan School’s Secret Fifth Form.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven!
The title of Sun Wukong, born as a stone monkey on Flower Fruit Mountain but said to have become an immortal.
The technique bearing that name was truly terrifying.
Hu Yun’s arms swelled to three times their size.
A grotesquely massive form as if from a cartoon!
She swung both arms like a windmill, striking at the cloud-like form.
Kwaacrash!
The collision of qi against qi sent a deafening explosion that shook the surroundings.
People began collapsing one after another, blood streaming from their ears.
As the shockwave swept through the area, tables and chairs in the inn shattered as if struck by bombs.
Yet neither of the two had landed a direct hit on the other’s vital points.
Both Bu Mu-heon and Hu Yun bore numerous afterimage wounds and were drenched in blood, but they could still continue fighting.
“Kwaaaaagh!”
In that moment, Bu Mu-heon moved again.
He charged forward like a madman, seemingly intent on mutual destruction!
When Hu Yun flinched in shock.
Bu Mu-heon’s blade aimed for Hu Yun’s throat.
Clang!
Just then, a steel ball flew through the air and struck Bu Mu-heon’s blade directly.
Though not a legendary weapon, it was a considerable artifact, so it didn’t break, but the force sent Bu Mu-heon’s body staggering to the side.
“What?!”
The moment Hu Yun expressed surprise, several more steel balls flew in, striking the staggering Bu Mu-heon’s body.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Under the barrage of steel balls, Bu Mu-heon couldn’t even mount a proper resistance and flew backward, crashing into a wall.
Kwaboom!
“Ugh… ah, not yet… not yet…!”
Bu Mu-heon’s face flushed red, then began turning purple.
Just as I was about to sense the sinews bulging grotesquely.
Thunk!
A steel ball struck his brow.
With that single blow, Bu Mu-heon lost consciousness.
“Mm. Knocked out nicely. The power too… I’d say I landed it quite well at this level.”
A striking figure in white robes entered Hu Yun’s field of vision.
“The White-Robed Dragon…?”
“Yes?”
“No, no. Thank you. I’m grateful for your help. White-Robed Divine Dragon!”
“Don’t mention it. For now, I’m rather busy, so let’s talk later.”
Jin Cheon-hee quickly rushed to the fallen Bu Mu-heon and took his pulse, then nodded.
“Good. He’s safely unconscious. Phew, thank goodness he’s asleep. Sleep well~”
The White-Robed Divine Dragon, clenching his fist, silently praised himself: ‘Indeed, that’s me! I managed to knock out another person safely in this chaos!’
‘Truly, living up to my other alias, my conduct is quite remarkable.’
He spoke to the relatively unscathed Hu Yun.
“I’m sorry to ask, but could you take this patient somewhere? It doesn’t seem necessary to go all the way to the emergency ward, but I think we should still apply trauma medicine. Here, take some Baek Rin Divine Elixir, one-third of a portion….”
Jin Cheon-hee hesitated, then spoke again.
“Actually, just take him to the Acupuncture Hall. While you’re at it, you should get a checkup as well.”
Just moments ago, he’d been hurling assassination attempts at me like I was his mortal enemy, and now he was ordering me to bring this patient along.
“What in the world….”
Jin Cheon-hee patted Hu Yun on both shoulders.
“We have to receive treatment together anyway. And if we’ve drunk alcohol together, that means there’s a bond between us—we’re righteous! Straightforward and righteous!”
Is this madman?
Yet why was it so? The White-Robed Divine Dragon’s words carried a strange dignity.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed from outside.
“Goodness, so busy. The neighborhood’s in chaos. Hold on!”
Jin Cheon-hee approached Bu Mu-heon and immediately struck his pressure points.
Thud, thud, thud!
“If he wakes up in the middle and goes berserk, it’ll be annoying. So I’m really going now!”
With those words, Jin Cheon-hee threw himself out the window and dashed away.
“Hah…. What in the world is this….”
Left alone, Hu Yun stood dazed for a moment.
He couldn’t understand what was happening, but by his own words, they were comrades of the martial world who had shared a cup.
He didn’t know why this bastard had thrown assassination attempts at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to abandon him like this.
‘Straightforward and righteous’—that was the way.
She cursed under her breath, hoisted Bu Mu-heon onto her back, and rushed toward the medical hall.

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