Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 311

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Chapter 311
‘Still, with the Blood Blade Slayer backing them up, it’s bound to be difficult. Well, the youngsters probably don’t know anything about it.’
‘Elder brother, mind your words. If the people from Baek Rin’s Medical Guild hear that, it won’t be pleasant.’
‘Ah yes, you’re right.’
Blood Blade Slayer?
It was an epithet I’d never heard before. Based on the flow of conversation, it seemed almost certainly to be Master’s very old nickname, and with that thought, I continued listening calmly to their discussion.
‘By the way, I heard those monks tried to capture that child to blackmail Baek Rin-ui-seon…?’
‘I heard it was already completely destroyed.’
After reaching the third heavenly cycle, my hearing had become sharper too. If anything, it was a side effect.
‘I wish the one with transmission voice would use it… Oh, they already are.’
I could see a few warriors whose lips trembled slightly.
It was largely due to how great my reputation had become.
The thin noodles and dumplings were placed neatly on the table just then.
“Two bowls of thin noodles, two servings of dumplings, and four servings of boiled pork will be brought as soon as they’re ready, Great Hero!”
“Thank you.”
The aroma of the thin noodles with their rising steam was absolutely perfect.
Looking at the broth, it seemed to be made from chicken bones.
Slurp—
The broth was quite deep in flavor. Fortunately, this inn seemed to be a place that cooked quite well.
Just then the boiled pork arrived, and I portioned it out to Hwang-gu and Noeji.
Clang!
Squeak!
Both of them were hungry and devoured the food ravenously.
It looked like I’d need to order four more servings.
[It seems your reputation has spread incredibly, brother. And I heard Master was called the Blood Blade Slayer….]
[I know that when Master settled the grudge that arose with the Jegallga, there was a blood debt involved.]
[A grudge from the destruction of an entire clan, wasn’t it?]
I nodded with a calm expression.
[Losing your entire family in a single night—that grudge must have been incredibly deep. I understand.]
“….”
Cheonwoo stared at me intently before speaking.
[Still… the epithet Blood Blade Slayer is quite uncommon, brother. And the fact that he had such a nickname but now goes by Baek Rin-ui-seon is also abnormal.]
What on earth had Master been doing at that time?
Curiosity kept surging up, but I forcibly suppressed it.
[If you wish to know, you can find out. You just need to ask Master directly.]
[What if he doesn’t tell you?]
[Then that’s how it is.]
Truly, it was a strange master-disciple relationship.
Clearly, I trust Baek Rin-ui-seon.
And he trusts me just the same.
Yet he made no effort to reveal anything about his past.
‘Is it because he trusts me too much? But…’
Cheonwoo trusts his Master, Mudang Gwon-je. However, if there were any blood debts in Gwon Je’s past, he would want to know of them.
A master’s debt becomes a disciple’s debt, after all.
Yet the relationship between Baek Rin-ui-seon and his brother was drier than the typical master-disciple bond in the martial world, if one could call it dry.
And yet, if one were to say their trust transcended even that relationship, that would also be true.
‘It’s strange, but my brother wouldn’t listen even if I said so.’
Perhaps it was because of the doctor-disciple relationship.
I thought that might very well be the case.
Then seven people came rushing in all at once.
They all wore identical martial robes—two wielded spears, three carried shields and swords, and the remaining two held swords.
‘Shields. They’re not commonly used weapons.’
Warriors typically prioritize dodging through footwork or deflecting with their blades.
Shields are usually weapons employed by military organizations.
Then someone recognized the warriors.
‘Isn’t that the Chilmu Group from Sadoryeon? They’ve shown up too?’
He tried to mutter it quietly, but his voice grew louder despite himself.
I glanced at the seven warriors.
The Chilmu Group of Sadoryeon.
I had heard of them before.
Sadoryeon has a martial force called the Chilmu Group, divided into a total of sixteen units, each composed of seven members.
A martial organization based on the Hapgyeok formation.
Seven members could fight evenly with Hwagyeong’s warriors, Sadoryeon boasted quite proudly.
‘A single unit of the Chilmu Group consists of two supreme masters and five peak masters supporting them, if I recall correctly?’
It could be called an elite martial force.
‘So Sadoryeon is making a serious move… Did they mobilize the entire Chilmu Group? Then the heterodox sects under Sadoryeon would deploy their own forces, and the Martial Alliance would respond accordingly…’
This is complicated. What is this…?
Then one who appeared to be a supreme master of the Chilmu Group shouted.
“I am Na Heo-seok, the Seventh Unit Commander of the Chilmu Group under Sadoryeon! We have an event scheduled, so everyone must leave! If you remain and get caught up in our event and die, we will accept no responsibility!”
The atmosphere suddenly froze at those words.
‘That’s right. This is how heterodox sects operate. No justification, and if you’re upset, you have to fight them.’
As expected.
The warriors grumbled with disgruntled voices, stopped eating one by one, and stood up.
Even the server, the innkeeper, and the kitchen staff went outside.
Seeing them receive silver coins as they left, it appeared compensation was being paid in advance.
[Brother, what should we do? Should we get up too?]
[We were eating, and I don’t understand what’s happening. Let’s not get caught up in anything strange and just get up…]
Then the Chilmu Group spoke to me.
“Consider yourself warned—I’ll say no more. Jin Cheon-hee, Patriarch of the Medical Guild! You must come with us. If you refuse, we will use force to drag you along, so think carefully!”
‘What the hell…? The bandits didn’t cause trouble on their own. This was Sadoryeon trying to capture me. What’s so remarkable about that Paechwon Musang Divine Art that they’d go this far?’
It’s merely a fragment of martial arts, nothing more.
[Brother, are you alright?]
[I’m fine. I’m fine, but… why must we go to such lengths just because of the Eight Great Absolute Techniques?]
[It is quite remarkable, though…]
[…Yes. I know. I know!]
Jin Cheon-hee rose to his feet.
Crack!
“What reason do I have to go with you all?”
“You’ll understand once you follow along.”
‘They won’t say it outright—that they’re manipulating Baek Rin-ui-seon to secure advantageous ground for obtaining the Patcheon Musang Divine Art.’
Or perhaps they don’t even know themselves.
These people are merely chess pieces among many, and ordinary pieces rarely understand their exact purpose.
Not because they’re foolish or anything like that.
They’re simply trained from the start not to speculate or suspect such things.
‘But what does it matter to me?’
Jin Cheon-hee answered calmly.
“I won’t go. I refuse.”
“I thought you’d say that. Prepare the Chilmu Formation!”
Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of weapons being drawn rang out through the inn all at once.
As swords were unsheathed, someone’s half-eaten noodles spilled across the floor, but no one paid it any mind.
Only Jin Cheon-hee noticed.
‘The food… they just go outside to fight… why draw blades here of all places…?’
The floor was already slick with spilled noodles, and dumplings rolled across it.
The Chilmu Group trampled over untouched dumplings.
Crunch.
Jin Cheon-hee felt an odd sense of contempt, even though it was merely dumplings and noodles.
It was that peculiar Korean displeasure—the kind that begins with the greeting “Have you eaten?”
‘No, you can’t trample food like that. You bastards! Do you have any idea how hard someone worked to prepare this?’
But the sect didn’t care.
As seven of them took their stances in sequence, raising their momentum, every table around them toppled over, and all the still-steaming rice spilled across the floor.
‘Insane…!’
Jin Cheon-hee was angry for an entirely different reason.
“Open Formation!”
In that moment, energy began coiling like mist between the seven of them.
Seven of them had created a sword energy sea.
A formation!
Not a formation fixed to terrain, but a practical combat formation!
‘I’ve read about this in novels, but this is my first time seeing it in actual combat… how fascinating.’
It was nothing like the sword formation used against corpses.
A proper combat formation for facing masters.
Usually in martial arts novels, they say formations stabilize internal energy depending on the pattern, or that some heterodox and demonic sects use formations that create illusions, but…
‘Hmm… these don’t seem to have that kind of nature.’
However.
[Cheonwoo. Let’s change locations.]
The moment I said that, I burst out of the inn.
Boom!
The sight of me dashing through and destroying the wall beside me was truly spectacular, causing even the Chilmu Group to widen their eyes in shock.
“Baek-ui Sinryong! Are you actually running away!”
“How cowardly!”
But I simply raised my middle finger once.
Cheonwoo, Hwang-gu, and Noeji immediately followed after me.
“Do you think you can escape! We’re changing formations. Chase them!”
The Chilmu Group deployed the Chilmu Formation and pursued me in an arrow-shaped formation.
The distinctive sword aura had disappeared, but their mobility was considerable.
As I ran, I fired Finger Flicking Heaven-Piercing Strikes.
Bang!
In that instant, the one with the shield blocked it directly.
“Cowardly! Seo Baek-ryong!”
‘It’s been a while since I’ve heard that alias, and their formation performance is quite solid too?’
I immediately countered.
“Isn’t it more ridiculous to call something cowardly while fighting seven against one? I doubt there’s anyone in the martial world who wouldn’t laugh hearing about this.”
“Silence! Stop right there!”
Right. There’s nothing to say to that.
If they could talk well, they wouldn’t be with the Chilmu Group in the first place.
Finally, a suitable open ground came into view.
I arrived there first and waited for the Chilmu Group.
However, the Chilmu Group were also experienced in combat. It was natural for them to anticipate and prepare for the fact that I had moved to a location favorable to me.
The moment they arrived, Noeji fired lightning at my signal.
Crackle—
Noeji’s lightning is powerful but lacks precision.
However, it was sufficient to capture the enemy’s attention.
In that moment, I immediately fired Finger Flicking Heaven-Piercing Strikes.
My adapted consecutive strikes.
Five Elements Energy Bullets—!
Five energy bullets flew toward the four corners.
Each one possessed destructive power enough to send away decent martial world masters.
Two warriors with shields stepped forward as if they had been waiting and defended against the attack.
Crash!
‘Hmm, their defense is quite formidable.’
It’s no exaggeration to say that I’m facing masters of Hwagyeong’s caliber.
The Hwangha Samryong I met last time seemed to have a bit of bluster mixed in, though.
‘But here’s the thing. We have decent numbers on our side too.’
If they have seven, I have three—myself, Noeji, and Hwang-gu.
“Brother, I’ll fight too.”
“No. I need to crush them alone (?) so these bastards don’t keep coming back. If you get involved too, these petty flies will just keep buzzing around.”
He was right. If I wanted to discourage these small-time troublemakers from approaching, the fastest way was to demonstrate my power.
At my words, Cheonwoo clicked his tongue softly.

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