Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 241

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Chapter 241
“Kahahaha! The Martial Arts Alliance and those Apostolic Sect bastards are truly so weak! Weak, I say! Hahahaha!”
A hermit from the Jeomsang Sect.
A giant with a locust mask gripped the hermit’s head in one hand, lifting him aloft while laughing like a madman.
Crack.
The head in his palm burst like a watermelon, scattering blood and brain matter.
His height exceeded eight feet, approaching nine, and his body boasted thick musculature befitting an external martial master. Yet the locust mask covering his face obscured his true appearance.
Behind him, the ground was riddled with several large earthen caverns, from which corpses with pallid skin emerged with rapid strides.
Gongshi. And Hyeolseon-gyo fanatics continued to pour forth relentlessly.
This signified one undeniable truth.
The Cavity Attack Stratagem.
A tactic meaning to dig holes and assault the enemy.
In siege warfare over a fortress, one digs tunnels to collapse walls or infiltrate enemy positions—such stratagems.
They had succeeded in executing it.
“Silence, Dong Cheon-gun. Quiet yourself.”
Toward the giant with the locust mask, a diminutive villain of five feet addressed him with a cold voice of rebuke.
The diminutive villain wore a mask shaped like a bird upon his face.
It resembled a bird, yet determining what species proved difficult.
“Silence? Won Cheon-gun, perhaps you are simply too cold yourself? You mastered the Glacial Divine Demon Art, yet look at you now. Tsk, tsk.”
“Better than you, who lost all restraint to the Howling Wind Monstrous God Art.”
Dong Cheon-gun. And Won Cheon-gun.
Two of the Hyeolseon Ten Heavenly Lords had revealed themselves here.
Countless corpses lay strewn about their surroundings.
Half were torn to shreds, the other half frozen solid.
Between them, Hyeolseon-gyo gongshi and disciples scattered in all directions.
“Hmph! I have no time for verbal sparring with you. There are plenty of sacrifices to offer the Hyeolseon!”
“Do not venture too deep. Remember, the formation is merely paused by the Cavity Attack Stratagem. Half a shichen. That is all.”
“Do you take me for a fool!”
“Do not forget our mission. Our purpose is to buy time. Remember—our objective is to stall for the moment we seize the seed of Banson.”
“See that you do not blunder yourself!”
Whoooosh!
Wind swept around the giant’s body like a tempest. His form then lifted into the air.
The manner in which he seemed to command the wind itself was truly astonishing.
“Haha! I shall go first—huh!?”
From a great distance, something hurtled toward Dong Cheon-gun with tremendous velocity.
It was a surge of inner force.
The fearsome spiraling surge of force struck him down.
Crash!
Yet Dong Cheon-gun raised both hands, forming a counter-surge of force to block it.
However, his body was instead driven from the sky down to the earth below.
While I sustained no direct injuries, the shockwave created by the collision of our energies was more than sufficient to overturn the surrounding landscape.
“Krrgh! Now that’s a proper welcome greeting!”
Dong Cheon-gun laughed with evident delight from behind his mask.
Before him, a single figure descended with graceful poise.
“Say that again.”
A handsome man whose silver-white hair gleamed brilliantly under the moonlight, commanding particular attention.
His appearance defied easy estimation of age, yet possessed the kind of beauty that drew gasps of admiration from all who beheld it.
Baekrin Uiseon Jegallim.
He stood there with a fan in hand, his gaze as piercingly cold as winter frost.
“Who did you claim to capture? Speak again, if you dare.”
Dong Cheon-gun was visibly startled upon recognizing his opponent.
“Could it be… Baekrin Uiseon?”
Jegallim responded with measured calm.
“A seed of the Half-Immortal? You spewed such filth from that vile mouth of yours?”
“Ohhh… the White Qilin! Mine! I shall offer it as a sacrifice to Hyeolseon! Won Cheon-gun! You stay out of this! I’m blocking with my energy, so I can’t read it clearly… but could it be a Sympathetic Meridian? And the Nine Yin Meridians! The perfect offering!”
“Indeed, a tempting sacrifice. Do as you please, Dong Cheon-gun. If you die in the attempt, that’s your fate. Tsk.”
Apparently tiring of Dong Cheon-gun, Won Cheon-gun dispersed and vanished.
Rather than pursue Won Cheon-gun, Jegallim focused entirely on the opponent before him.
As I parried Dong Cheon-gun’s attacks, my thoughts crystallized.
‘The Martial Alliance headquarters has become far too chaotic. Sorcery runs rampant, and the warriors cannot unite properly. And besides… in the end, Changwang hesitated until the very last moment.’
No matter how brilliant a strategist’s counsel, it meant nothing if the leader lacked the resolve to implement it.
Time, resources, manpower.
Changwang was the most decisive Martial Arts Alliance Leader in history, yet only to a point.
The notion of maintaining balance among the orthodox and heterodox sects still occupied a corner of his mind.
That hesitation had cost him the final decisive move, creating this very opening.
Clang!
Dong Cheon-gun’s assault was deflected with remarkable ease by my martial technique.
Clang!
‘Which means there must be a traitor among them. If that’s the case, then I’ll simply strike down all of these creatures—’
In that moment, Dong Cheon-gun cried out.
“I’ll offer your disciple as a sacrifice too!”
At those words, my eyes transformed.
‘…No. I’ll kill them all. Every last one.’
Each of these creatures was said to rival Mudang Gwon-je in combat prowess.
While their individual capabilities varied slightly…
Regardless, having heard such words, I had no intention of sparing any of them.
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Yo Cheon-gun.
One of the Ten Heavenly Demons of Hyeolseon, his martial prowess was judged to be inferior to Geumcheon-gun who had fought Gwon Je, yet he possessed several dangerous abilities that made him all the more troublesome.
‘The most dangerous are the Falling Soul Fire and the Black Horn Poison. However… he won’t use Falling Soul Fire against me. And if it’s me, I can endure the Black Horn Poison’s toxin even if I can’t completely neutralize it. So trusting in that, I’ll take the front position.’
Fallen Soul Flower.
One of Yo Cheon-gun’s most dangerous sorceries.
A sorcery that strikes at the soul itself—an ordinary person struck by it would have their soul torn from their body and perish instantly.
A martial master could endure it through inner energy, but the rapid depletion of that energy combined with the excruciating pain made it a perilous technique.
Only those sorcerers renowned as masters could defend against this Fallen Soul Flower through their arts.
‘She won’t use an attack that could kill me… These fanatics are genuinely obsessed with using me as a sacrifice.’
Absurdly, these creatures possessed a fanatical fixation on offering Jin Cheon-hee as a sacrifice.
If truly cornered, I couldn’t predict what they might do, but at minimum, it was clear I should avoid their killing techniques as much as possible until then.
After all, Hyeolseon would only be pleased with a fresh sacrifice.
[Hyeon-a. You understand the plan, right?]
[Got it. Based on your information, I understand we can’t win with just the two of us~]
[The other two will have difficulty approaching directly because of the snakes. We need to buy time until they arrive.]
The two in ambush were nearby, but the suddenly appearing snakes made it clear they couldn’t reach this place immediately.
Otherwise, they would have appeared by now or launched a surprise attack.
Attempting a surprise attack while avoiding these snakes’ sight would be an extremely difficult task.
‘Just as the original Yeo Ha-ryun described, these are truly bothersome creatures.’
Originally, the meeting between Yeo Ha-ryun and Yo Cheon-gun would have occurred much later, only when Yeo Ha-ryun had surpassed Hwagyeong.
By accelerating this encounter, if I could simply repel her now.
I would also prevent the blood calamities Yo Cheon-gun would otherwise unleash.
‘Still, if it seems like I’m overextending, I’ll have my siblings escape.’
Defeating Yo Cheon-gun was secondary to their lives.
The priority was to draw her attention here without taking excessive risks.
[I don’t like it, but… understood~]
Ultimately, this meant I would bear the danger, so Sama Hyeon couldn’t help but feel somewhat dissatisfied.
However, it was also the most appropriate method in the current situation.
‘Let’s go.’
Jin Cheon-hee stepped forward.
As I drew the Icy Frost Sword, the air surrounding it began to shimmer.
Sword energy billowed forth like flames, burning brilliantly.
It was my sword energy combined with the Icy Frost Sword’s eternal frost energy.
Though it flickered like fire, the moment it touched anything, it froze before tearing it apart.
An evolved version of that very sword strike I had used to eliminate the Demonic Necromancer.
I knew well that even a master at Hwagyeong, unless specialized in external techniques, could not withstand this bare-handed.
Even an expert at Hyeongyeong would suffer terrible wounds if directly exposed to this attack.
Whoosh!
I charged forward using Cheongi Miribu, drawing the blade horizontally like a cold moonlight.
The speed was swift as lightning, yet not enough to land a fatal blow on Yo Cheon-gun.
“Resisting? That’s interesting too.”
Yo Cheon-gun extended her right hand toward the blade.
Her hand formed a shape like a serpent, and the energy within it flickered grotesquely.
And the two forces collided in mid-air.
Crack! Crackle!
The Icy Frost Sword Qi froze in place.
‘As expected… he’s strong!’
I channeled my inner energy and tensed my shoulders, but the blade wouldn’t advance even an inch further.
The sword qi clashed with the force Yo Cheon-gun extended in mid-air, locked in a test of strength.
‘But this much is as planned! I’m counting on you, Hyeon-a!’
As if responding to my inner call, Sama Hyeon, who had circled behind Yo Cheon-gun, threw herself forward with both arms extended back like whips.
And when she drew close to Yo Cheon-gun, she swung both hands like whips.
If those hands caught him, not even Yo Cheon-gun would escape unscathed.
Whoosh!
But when Yo Cheon-gun lightly swung his left hand, it collided with Sama Hyeon’s two hands, producing a thunderous boom.
The shockwave shook all directions, and Sama Hyeon’s form was driven backward.
Yo Cheon-gun spoke with surprised eyes.
“Wow, what you showed at the Dragon Phoenix Assembly was a lie then. You?”
From that single strike, Yo Cheon-gun had discerned that Sama Hyeon was hiding her true strength.
Sama Hyeon deliberately furrowed her brow as if in pain.
“Tsk. You really are strong~ So you’re Yo Cheon-gun? The Evil Serpent Blood Poison Technique is indeed formidable~”
‘Well done, Hyeon-a!’
Sama Hyeon employed one of her light improvisational tactics.
Psychological warfare!
Revealing information about the opponent to sow confusion.
That said, Yo Cheon-gun wasn’t an easy enough opponent to defeat with just that, but it was enough to buy considerable time.
Did I really need to exchange sword strikes to buy time?
Talking was also a way to buy time, wasn’t it?
The modern person issued instructions to Sama Hyeon while entertaining this mad thought.
If Yeo Ha-ryun and Cheonwoo arrived in the meantime, there would be a chance.
“How did you know that? Hmm? Little girl.”
Indeed, did he think there was a traitor in the Hyeolseonggyo?
Yo Cheon-gun’s lips curved into a desolate arc.
Yo Cheon-gun turned his gaze from me to look at Sama Hyeon.
Though he appeared careless, I couldn’t move at all in my current state.
In a clash of forces like this, one wrong move could lead to qi deviation.
‘In other words, he’s an opponent capable of conversing with Sama Hyeon while locked in this inner energy contest with me.’

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