Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 315

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Chapter 315
‘I merely kicked the air, and three martial artists flew away?’
And the act of kicking the air itself happened so quickly that it was invisible.
‘On top of that, it wasn’t even martial technique?’
Pure strength.
Just as an ant would perceive the wind created by humans as a typhoon capable of sweeping it away, Yoo Ho was no different to me.
‘Insane… So this is what they mean by seeing as much as you know.’
I had been employing such a monster?
“Young Master?”
Yoo Ho approached Jin Cheon-hee with long strides.
“What?”
He grasped my rigid shoulders and spoke thus.
“This is something you forbade me from doing, Young Master, but since I acted on my own initiative, it puts you in a difficult position.”
“What?”
“That’s how we’ll account for it.”
“No, Yoo Ho. Let me go say something too….”
In that moment, Yoo Ho tightened his grip on the arm holding me.
It was a signal to discuss this outside, but if things proceeded this way, it would appear as though Yoo Ho had acted independently.
That couldn’t happen.
‘How could you possibly overcome Hwagyeong’s master….’
I channeled inner force into my legs, holding firm with the principle of the thousand-pound weight….
Screeeech-
I was being dragged.
‘Insane….’
My eyes widened.
Yoo Ho spoke calmly.
“Let us discuss this in another tent, Young Master.”
What exactly is your identity? This bastard.
S-save me.
The medical staff watched Jin Cheon-hee being dragged away, breaking into cold sweat, turning a blind eye.
‘Why isn’t there a single person helping me!’
* * *
Yoo Ho dragged Jin Cheon-hee into a tent being used for storage.
‘Why isn’t the thousand-pound weight technique working?’
There was nothing strange about it. He had always been this way.
Still, I had thought it was because Yoo Ho was so overwhelmingly strong that I couldn’t perceive it back then.
But now that I had reached Hwagyeong, the more I observed, the more his strength became vividly apparent. Yet I couldn’t even begin to estimate how powerful he truly was.
A strength comparable to my Master, who stands half a step below Hyeongyeong. Yet something distinctly different.
Thud-
Yoo Ho threw Jin Cheon-hee down and grabbed him by the collar.
‘Getting grabbed by the collar is something I’m used to by now.’
He’ll probably shake me off or strangle me a bit to make me stop working.
But Yoo Ho said something unexpected.
“Putting up with a bastard like that only lasts so long. Please stop pushing yourself.”
“What?”
“Do you think I don’t know? You’ll sacrifice yourself for the Medical Guild and overextend yourself again, won’t you? I’m worried their retaliation might splash back onto the Medical Guild.”
“No, Yoo Ho…”
“Sacrificing one servant doesn’t make things better, and the Medical Guild isn’t fragile enough to be shaken by not sacrificing him. Just eliminate those kinds of people.”
“Yoo Ho, are you actually worried about me right now?”
When Jin Cheon-hee asked playfully, Yoo Ho seemed irritated and lifted him up by the collar he was holding.
Crack—
“When you suffer, I suffer too!”
“Gack, cough cough! Let go and talk! Ugh!”
“You ate something strange and now you’re trying to do something strange again. Please be more careful.”
“Huh? How does Yoo Ho know I ate the Precious Orb? I only told my Master about that.”
At that question, Yoo Ho’s eyebrows twitched.
“Tsk…”
One of his narrowed eyes opened slightly.
Beast-like pupils glared at Jin Cheon-hee once before returning to their normal expression.
Crash!
My body rolled across the ground.
‘Wow. Yoo Ho is strong.’
So that’s why my Master always had Yoo Ho guard the Medical Guild.
There was no one stronger than this guy.
‘Though bringing him this time was unexpected.’
It must be because the Pae Cheon Musang Divine Art is such a formidable martial technique.
“Do you know? You’re the only human who irritates me like this.”
“Ohhh!”
[When the contract with this world ends, I’ll kill you first.]
At that moment, what came from Yoo Ho was not human language.
It wasn’t the voice Yoo Ho normally produced either. A voice that could never be said to have come from human vocal cords.
Whoosh—
Yoo Ho released his fingers and left the tent.
Watching Yoo Ho leave, I realized something.
‘Ah, that. It’s similar to the sound Eungryong made?’
It wasn’t a transmission of sound through the mind, though it struck directly into my head.
‘I’ve felt it for a long time now—Yoo Ho really isn’t human.’
He seems to be an existence similar in form to Eungryong.
Similar to a spiritual being, but something of higher rank than that. Yet definitely not on the same level as Eungryong.
‘But Yoo Ho. He really seems angry.’
Even when I worked him like that, the beast who would whine in human-like sounds—did this hidden growl mean his patience was wearing dangerously thin?
Even when I worked him like that, the beast who would whine in human-like sounds—did this hidden growl mean his patience was wearing dangerously thin?
‘Hmm… From now on, I really need to draw proper boundaries and work more carefully.’
It was clearly an important matter for Yoo Ho.
‘Wait? So overwork is fine then?’
But humans were creative in their wickedness too.
Just then, Yoo Ho suddenly burst back into the tent.
Flinch!
As I instinctively took a defensive stance, Yoo Ho responded.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re trying to grab my collar again!”
“You really are… sigh… Never mind. The Master is calling for you.”
“Ah, Master?”
I immediately straightened my disheveled clothes from the earlier commotion and prepared to see my Master.
* * *
“The three factions have reached an agreement.”
As I entered, my Master spoke.
My Master was rapidly reading through several letters and bamboo slips, burning some while sending replies for others.
‘He’s quite busy.’
Just as I had duties beyond medicine as the Patriarch, my Master had his own responsibilities.
Especially now, when we could say we were pitching tents on thin ice.
Such matters were all the more pressing and weighty.
“How did they reach an agreement?”
Pour—
As if waiting for the cue, Yoo Ho poured tea into my Master’s cup and then into mine.
‘Looking at this, he seems like an ordinary Chief Manager.’
The glimpse I caught earlier seemed like a lie. Just the usual ordinary(?) Chief Manager grabbing my collar during my pranks.
The deep aroma of richly brewed medicinal tea filled my nostrils.
My Master spoke.
“They agreed that whoever wins the life-or-death martial contest will enter the Bidong first.”
“That’s far less wasteful than fighting within the Bidong itself.”
“But resolving things with blades is the same either way. It’s the way of the martial world, or rather, a more agreed-upon form of it.”
“Hmm…”
Slurp—
I deliberately drank the tea loudly, then pondered for a moment before asking.
“So they won’t hold proxy matches like in the Yongbong Conference with later generations?”
“Correct. This time, representatives from each faction will step forward. All of them are peerless warriors.”
I nodded.
“What is our role?”
“We’ve agreed to observe and provide treatment. Of course, assuming they survive.”
“I see.”
Yoo Ho filled the empty teacup with fresh tea.
The rippling liquid as it rose seemed almost like blood itself.
‘At least I chose a method with minimal expenditure.’
I swallowed the medicinal tea again.
Between the bitter taste of the herbal brew, I oddly sensed the scent of blood.
As if foretelling what was to come.
* * *
One of the Soegosu, and one who had inherited the Cheonma Divine Art.
Heukun Soegosu sat in a chair within the tent.
The chair, carved by the Demonic Cult’s greatest artisan, was resplendent beyond measure, and the tent itself bore the same magnificent appearance.
‘Did that brat Yeo Ha-ryun receive a different assignment, and that’s why I came instead?’
Yeo Ha-ryun was a man who had earned the Cheonma’s recognition at a young age and ascended to the position of Soegosu—lately, he had become quite an eyesore.
Meanwhile, Heukun had now reached the age of forty and was an unparalleled warrior who had attained Hwagyeong.
He was one of the masters in the Demonic Cult who lacked nothing, yet he still coveted the Pae-cheon Invincible Divine Art.
Especially considering the speed at which that young man was growing stronger.
Ever since witnessing Cheon Sal-seong’s talent a few times, an inexplicable anxiety had plagued him, robbing him of sleep at night.
‘I am still stronger. It’s fine.’
He had tried every method to nip the bud before it bloomed.
Yet neither he nor his subordinates had died—they all lived on.
Sitting across from him was a woman who appeared to be around thirty.
Cheong-yeon Soegosu.
She too was a master of Hwagyeong and had naturally mastered the Cheonma Divine Art.
Currently, fewer than ten Soegosu remained in the Demonic Cult.
The Cheonma Blood Path, which had been expected to progress quite sluggishly, had begun to flow strangely with Yeo Ha-ryun’s appearance.
The casualties within the Demonic Cult were not few. However, major incidents that leaked to the outside world had become extremely rare.
‘But that is only the current situation.’
The chaff had been removed, leaving only the genuine article.
The Cheonma desires blood.
Blood to fill the Ten Thousand Great Mountains abundantly.
The same applied to the Soegosu. To become the Cheonma themselves, any blood would suffice.
It was merely that Yeo Ha-ryun had become a variable, causing some deviation from what was anticipated.
In the end, the flow would remain the same.
“I heard that Yeo Ha-ryun has a helper?”
This helper had not been caught by the intelligence networks of Heukun and Cheong-yeon.
“If the Majongyukga had attached themselves as helpers, I would surely know.”
The Majongyukga—three of the six forces that sustain the Demonic Cult supported these two.
Currently, no Majongyukga faction supported Yeo Ha-ryun. Cheon Sal-seong was dangerous.
“Who would support that Cheon Sal-seong?”
“Exactly. If he were to ascend as the Cheonma, it could be the Majongyukga themselves who would die.”
“To offer support means providing compensation in return. Should one of us two obtain the Paechen Musang Divine Art, that secret manual will naturally return to the Majong Six Houses.”
“Has there been any unusual activity from Baek Rin Medical Guild?”
“Rumors spread through the martial world that the young Patriarch entered Hwagyeong, but… any master would know that even within the same Hwagyeong realm, the gap in martial prowess can be vast.”
Transcending a wall was no trivial matter.
“I’m curious what enlightenment allowed him to break through which barrier.”
“They say his obsession with medicine borders on madness, so if there’s a connection, I’d guess his enlightenment likely specialized in life cultivation rather than combat.”
“Then he wouldn’t pose a significant threat.”
A Hwagyeong barrier ultimately depended on what kind of life that warrior had lived.
Evolving to the next stage through that life, through that enlightenment.
The two Sub-Leaders found it difficult to speculate on what enlightenment a Doctor’s life could have granted.
The White-Robed Divine Dragon was simply too anomalous an existence in the martial world.
“Hmm. After all, he’s someone who doesn’t kill people. It’s not our concern. If he does get injured, he might need treatment someday, so maintaining a distance neither too close nor too far would be best.”
Not too near, not too distant.
Such was the two Sub-Leaders’ assessment of Jin Cheon-hee.
“Haven’t we already maintained such a relationship with Baek Rin Medical Guild? We can treat the Patriarch the same way.”
How strong could a warrior who couldn’t kill people truly be?
How profound could his enlightenment be?
The two Sub-Leaders, who had stained their hands with blood before reaching ten years old, thought thus.
“I hear the Martial Arts Alliance Leader will appear on their side. Since the Cheonma hasn’t stepped forward on our side, are we responding with the Three Kings and one more instead of the Three Elites?”
The Three Elites of the realm, each scattered across the land, showed no interest in this matter.
Then the ten greatest masters of the realm would take the stage.
Changwang.
“The Sado Alliance will surely have their Alliance Leader step forward as well.”
Sulgye.
“We need only one of us two to go. Who should it be?”
The two Demonic Sect Sub-Leaders regarded each other with arrogant voices.
Soon, Cheong-yeon spoke.
“I’ll go. The Martial Arts Alliance likely hasn’t learned my face yet.”
At those words, the Heukun Sub-Leader nodded.
“Then I’ll prepare for the case where they break their promise. The Alliance Leader is trustworthy, but… I cannot trust the hypocrites beneath him.”
“Setting aside the Orthodox Sects, there’s doubt whether those Sado Alliance swindlers will keep their word, so that arrangement works well.”
With the agreement concluded, the two closed their eyes and declared solemnly.
“By the heart of the Cheonma Divine Art, I swear to act as promised.”
“By the heart of the Cheonma Divine Art, I swear to act as promised.”
Their voices were level and unwavering, not a single character out of place.
A sight that was almost eerie to behold.
The two opened their eyes and calmly began their respective tasks.

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