Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 239

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Chapter 239
As his younger brother, to disgrace his elder before his very eyes was something that would drive one mad with the desire for death.
Even setting that aside, there had once been an occasion when Sama Hyeon, a rival faction within the Golden Blood House, had insulted Jin Cheon-hee.
He would hear curses against his friends, curses against his ancestors, and simply let them pass.
But the moment this man—who had gone mad with greed, scheming and plotting for money—heard an insult against his elder brother.
He remembered it.
Sama Hyeon, smiling, had peeled the skin from that man’s head and shoved it down his throat.
He killed him right there, warning that he shouldn’t cause the Doctor any trouble elsewhere.
The cause of death was asphyxiation.
A horrifying sight—his own throat blocked by his own facial skin, choking to death on himself.
After committing this act without the slightest hesitation, he had said this.
-Normally this should be done behind closed doors~ But since I don’t want to hear it twice, I’m doing it where everyone can see. Hang that corpse over there on the bell tower. The neighborhood crows need to eat too.
The tale of how he then personally crushed every single one of those who followed that man became legendary.
His methods were so vicious that even the Golden King, famous for not moving without profit, took notice.
The very pinnacle of the Golden Blood House had directly given Sama Hyeon a warning.
But that was all. The Golden King keeps those who make money close.
Though Sama Hyeon had caused the Golden Blood House losses by eliminating a rival faction in that place, the money he had already earned for them was.
Three times greater than the dead rival’s profits, by a vast margin.
She gave him one warning not to do anything too rough, then left him be.
After that, Sama Hyeon eliminated rivals appropriately within the rules, expanding and solidifying his power.
Moreover, the rival factions themselves used every dirty trick against Sama Hyeon, but none dared insult his elder brother.
So for Punggyae, merely a low-ranking prostitute broker, death was all that awaited.
“This Baek-ui Sinryong, rising up so righteously, was blocked by the Hyeolseonggyo! They are the hidden hand behind all of this!”
“A hidden hand?”
“Who exactly is the Hyeolseonggyo?”
“Are they some kind of demonic sect?”
Now came the main event.
The reason Punggyae had come here to speak!
“This Punggyae shall now seize the momentum and tell you of the Hyeolseonggyo. What kind of organization are they!”
Since ancient times, humanity has been accompanied by yellow journalism.
Whether evidence exists or not, one simply spreads rumors first and asks questions later.
Then humans believe what they wish to believe. And just as in modern times, so it was then.
Yellow journalism thrives on sensationalism.
Truth be damned—spread it around and worry about the consequences later.
Punggyae could pride himself as being first-rate in this field.
“The founder of the Hyeolseonggyo was born from the union of a pig and a human!”
“What?!”
“Half-human, half-beast! And because of this, these creatures have a habit of eating human flesh… they hold feasts with it and share it with beasts….”
Remarkably.
These words, bypassing the brain entirely and rising from the spinal cord without any proper evidence whatsoever,
This yellow journalism was half-truth.
“What a vicious bastard!”
The listening crowd responded with spinal reflex.
So be it. It was entertaining anyway.
* * *
Rumors about Hyeolseonggyo spread like wildfire.
Half of it was yellow tabloid nonsense spouted by gossip-mongers like Punggyae, but yellow journalism thrives on the miraculous balance of three parts truth and seven parts lies.
The truths among them were: lost belongings.
Traces of curses remaining.
A major fight breaking out.
Seo Baek-ryong’s exploits.
Everything else came out without passing through anyone’s brain.
The story becoming accepted truth was that the founder of Hyeolseonggyo was born from intercourse between a pig and a human, that he enjoyed chewing human intestines, and that he particularly favored the flesh of young children.
Because of this, the current patriarch of Hyeolseonggyo was said to.
Copulate with livestock in the barn every single night.
Going beyond worshipping animals as gods, he desired to become an animal himself.
He ate pig dung as his staple food.
Those who became followers of Hyeolseonggyo had to bathe in pig dung.
Indeed, yellow journalism thrives precisely because it bypasses the brain.
The gossip-mongers mixed all their spinal reflex utterances into a pig slop porridge.
And people became addicted to the stimulating taste of that pig slop porridge.
It was a numbing spice flavor.
“Our pig is safe!”
“What, those Hyeolseonggyo bastards dare covet our Manbogi’s chastity!? Our Manbogi is supposed to have piglets with the neighbor’s Soon-yi!”
Oink oink oink!
From pig-farming households.
“My son fought because of Hyeolseonggyo? Well, of course! How could my boy, so righteous and proper, have tried to cut down commoners!?”
Even to noble families trying to shift blame onto Hyeolseonggyo to wash away their dishonor.
Hyeolseonggyo was indeed a pack of dogs, but they had to become even worse dogs.
When anxiety and fear combined with profit, public opinion boiled over in an instant.
“Our Martial Arts Alliance will conduct even more thorough investigations into Hyeolseonggyo!”
“Victim testimonies continue to pour in!”
Whether it was truly Hyeolseonggyo’s doing or the work of pig thieves remained unclear.
But one thing was certain.
More tips were always better.
Most would be false, but if they could find even one trace of Hyeolseonggyo among them, that would suffice.
Hyeolseonggyo had once seized the advantage.
But when Jin Cheon-hee and Baek Rin-ui-seon began to intervene.
The board began to descend further into chaos.
Both were unbound by orthodox or heterodox factions, and were thorough pragmatists unconcerned with face or common sense.
Both the moderate and hardline factions shared a single objective, regardless of their differences.
Mud-pit dog fighting.
They wanted the dogs of the Orthodox Sect and Hyeolseonggyo to battle together in the mire.
And it worked perfectly.
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“Krraaagh! Dogs of the Orthodox Sect! Pigs? Did you just call them pigs!? How dare you insult our Founder like that!”
Crash!
Yo Cheon-gun couldn’t contain his rage and smashed everything in sight indiscriminately.
He had lived his entire life as a fanatic devoted to Hyeolseonggyo.
He could tolerate insults to the sect itself, but never to the Patriarch or the Yoseon.
He wanted nothing more than to rush out immediately, tear the throats from those who dared insult them, and offer their necks as sacrifices to the Yoseon!
And the one he most wanted to eliminate was the Martial Arts Alliance Leader and that seed of the Heretic!
Nothing had gone right since that seed of the Heretic appeared.
‘The Yoseon commanded us to secure that seed of the Heretic, or if capture proved impossible, to assassinate him! But how in the world…?’
There were only two spirit beasts beside this seed of the Heretic.
One remembered the scent of everyone who approached, and the other discovered suspicious individuals from the sky above.
Since they weren’t human, they accompanied their master through every moment—eating, defecating, playing.
The perfect bodyguards.
Yet somehow, he still had to capture that bastard.
The Yoseon’s orders were absolute, but additional intelligence had just arrived.
Then a subordinate of Hyeolseonggyo entered.
“Yo Cheon-gun! The Baek-ui Sinryong of the Medical Guild is insulting Hyeolseon right now!”
“What? Now he’s doing it directly?”
“Furthermore, he’s declared he’ll make a dog urinate on our sacred vessel!”
A dog? Could it be that spirit beast Hwang-gu?
Crack—
Veins bulged grotesquely across Yo Cheon-gun’s face.
The cultivation he’d accumulated over eighty years began to twist into demonic energy.
“So… truly the seed of the Heretic. How dare he threaten to let a dog urinate on Dalgi’s relics…?”
The strategist cried out.
“Yo Cheon-gun! It’s an enemy trap! If you expose yourself now—”
“…Who doesn’t know that—!”
Yo Cheon-gun’s roar shook the sealed chamber. Blood poured from the ears of his subordinates and strategists alike, their eardrums ruptured.
“I’ll achieve mutual destruction with that bastard! If I don’t, I fear the demonic energy will consume me into madness—!!”
The veins engorged with rage showed no sign of subsiding.
Despite his strategist’s protests, Yo Cheon-gun declared:
“Assemble all subordinates! And send word to those other two—ask if they’ll stand with me!”
…Victory for the yellow tabloid of Gangho.
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“Hyeolseon are not immortals! They’re failures who couldn’t ascend—stragglers!”
“I, Jin Cheon-hee, am disappointed in you blood immortals!”
“Hyeolseonggyo, your level has become tedious!”
I was riding through the city with Hwang-gu and Noeji at my side.
Hwang-gu had released the muscle-compression technique he normally maintained and returned to his true size.
A spiritual creature is a spiritual creature. When the muscular, massive dog revealed himself, pedestrians actually fell backward from the sheer pressure of his presence.
I placed a saddle on Hwang-gu’s back and mounted him.
‘At this point, Hwang-gu is faster than any ordinary horse.’
Beside me, Hwang-gu consumed fragments of spiritual medicine, various ginseng, and the finest meat for spiritual creatures—the flesh of other spiritual beings.
Combined with the training he’d undergone under Mudang Gwon-je.
Hwang-gu’s true form had grown to the size of an ox.
Woof!
The reason he normally shrunk his size and wandered about like a rural dog was simple.
At this size, people wouldn’t throw him food!
No one tosses snacks to a dog the size of an ox.
This intelligent creature had long ago understood that people gave him food because he was cute.
So he only returned to his true size when I commanded it.
A large flag was planted in the saddle on Hwang-gu’s back, and it read:
Blood Immortal Dog Pup (血仙犬子).
Literally translated: blood immortal dog bastard.
My face flushed crimson with embarrassment as I mounted Hwang-gu.
Beside me, Sama Hyeon was shouting on my behalf.
“What’s wrong, brother? It was your plan.”
“No… I was only thinking of posting some notices.”
“This is having a direct impact, brother. And didn’t you say those bastards hold quite a grudge against you? I’m reluctant about it, but I’ve already told Second Brother and Third Brother. They’re lurking nearby, watching over you.”
Yeo Ha-ryun and Cheonwoo are lurking nearby watching me?
Like this?
I wanted to die.
“No, I’m doing it, but I’m not confident. Hyeon-a… would people really go mad over just this kind of tabloid? Master said they would, but I’m not sure.”
I’m certainly a modern person who understands the destructive power of yellow journalism, but knowing it intellectually is different.
Hyeon’s eyes gleamed.
“Brother, trust me~ I’m really good at pissing people off.”
…I didn’t want to invoke trust over something like this.
“But how did the Uigakju approve of this?”
“No, I’m doing this on my own authority. Master is in a meeting with the Martial Arts Alliance.”
This plan was like a sandcastle.
To maintain its form continuously, it required constant adjustments.
I seized the moment when Master was busy and ventured outside.

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