Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 323

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Chapter 323
At the same time.
Jin Cheon-hee and Jegalling were not the only ones observing this battle from a distance.
There was one more existence watching this confrontation.
“Baek Rin-ui-seon… Indeed, he refuses to get caught up in that mess. Well, whether as the Blood Immortal or as Baek Rin-ui-seon, his lack of manners remains unchanged. Krkrkr… I knew it wouldn’t be easy… but this is becoming tedious. I wanted to flay that pale, sickly hide of yours with my own hands….”
Crack—
One eyeball twisted into a grotesque shape.
That eye was far too alien to be called human.
The whites were blood-red, and the pupils were split horizontally like those of a goat.
Three horns of different sizes sprouted haphazardly from the head, and scales jutted slightly from the skin.
By any measure, the form was not that of a human.
Yet, upon closer inspection, traces of what had once been human lingered within that grotesque visage like vestigial organs.
Dong Cheon-gun.
One of the Blood Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers—the highest executives of the Hyeolseonggyo, an absolute master who wielded the Windfall Calamity Divine Art and once ravaged the Martial Alliance.
He now stood in this place.
It was only natural.
For he was the one who had orchestrated this secret incident.
“I will… kill him. No, I will not kill him. I will sever his limbs and torment him as my plaything for all eternity. I will drink his blood while listening to that short-haired demon’s screams… Anticipate it. Anticipate it, Jegalling, you bastard….”
The Hyeolseonggyo had originally decided to cease operations for several years.
Yet the reason he alone had orchestrated such an incident.
It was due to a resentment that gnawed at his very bones.
“Because of you… I… have lost the opportunity for ascension forever. Therefore, you too must suffer equally… Absolutely. Absolutely!”
Dong Cheon-gun, who should have died at the hands of Jegalling in the Martial Alliance, was transferred to the Hyeolseonggyo and managed to grasp life once more.
However, as a result, he had now become completely inhuman.
This was both blessing and curse.
Resurrected by the forbidden arts of the Hyeolseonggyo, he had become undeniably stronger, transcending humanity.
Yet now he could never ascend.
He could never reach the side of the Blood Immortal.
Though he had become a servant of the Blood Immortal, it could not truly be called being at their “side.”
For the path of ascension was forever sealed.
In a fanatical organization like the Hyeolseonggyo, this was truly a curse.
“Jegalling. I wish to tear your limbs asunder and devour the flesh of your disciple before your still-living eyes… Krhrhrhh….”
It was impossible to kill his disciple Jin Cheon-hee.
For it was not what the Blood Immortal desired, and so he sought instead to capture Jegalling directly and torture him to quell his rage.
However, his opponent was far from easy prey.
Baek Rin-ui-seon had shown no interest in the secret arts from the beginning, withdrawing to fortify his defenses.
This was not Dong Cheon-gun’s plan.
He had intended to draw Baek Rin-ui-seon into the battle, then strike from behind.
“Krrrr. The plan has gone awry… but I still have prepared contingencies. Night will soon fall… Krkrkrkrkr. I will surely seize you! How goes the preparation of the Heart-Form Technique!”
He let out a bestial sound while gazing down at the distant battlefield. His subordinates stirred into frantic motion in response to his words.
* * *
As night fell, the battle gradually entered a lull.
Now the three forces had withdrawn from each other, reaching a standoff.
The two masters of the Hyeolseonggyo rested with the sect disciples who had come with them.
This kind of blood wind was different from military combat.
Unlike armies, they didn’t form defensive formations, nor did they maintain strict hierarchy during rest.
In a sense, it might be impossible given the nature of the martial world and its people.
The two masters and their disciples had climbed into trees and lay back against the branches as if settling in.
Though not a single part of their bodies had escaped injury from today’s battle, they looked as comfortable as monkeys perched in the trees.
Then suddenly, fog began to appear in the distance.
‘What is this?’
The fog filled the ground deeply, then began to billow and rise upward.
Why was it? A strange feeling was beginning to stir.
“Sifu! Shouldn’t you have given me that rice ball you ate yesterday!”
“What…”
The disciple suddenly began throwing punches.
This was someone known for his usual composure. I couldn’t understand his sudden change in demeanor.
Shing!
I dodged the blade he drew by a hair’s breadth.
But that wasn’t the end. The disciple’s sword grazed another disciple’s shoulder.
Slash!
“You mad bastard, what are you doing!”
The other disciple who was struck also drew his sword and began attacking each other.
The two masters were dumbfounded.
This was something that would never happen under normal circumstances.
That was when it happened.
“Aaaaah! Master! Why are you doing this to me!”
“Die! Die!”
Below the trees, countless martial artists began attacking each other in all directions.
Of course, not all of them were affected.
“Stop this! What is this sudden madness!”
“Sifu! Stop! Why are you drawing your sword!”
The two masters then realized that this fog was the cause of the phenomenon. And at the same time, they understood that those with stronger inner power were maintaining their reason despite the unpleasant feeling, enduring it.
However, martial artists with shallow inner power, those exhausted, or those wounded were losing their reason and attacking in all directions.
“Dammit! What is happening–!”
A shout infused with inner power resonated throughout the entire camp.
It was Sulgye.
It was remarkable.
With just his shout, the minds of the sect’s martial artists began returning to them one by one.
Sulgye surveyed the unfolding situation and quickly grasped what was happening.
“Damn it. They’re playing dirty. The Demon Sect? The Martial Alliance? Or perhaps…”
The possibility that it could be Hyeolseonggyo crossed my mind.
Hadn’t something similar happened at the Dragon Phoenix Assembly?
Soon, Sulgye swung his staff, creating the sound of a bell.
Ching—clang clang clang!
“Everyone, withdraw from the battlefield! Those who’ve lost their senses—strike their pressure points or bash their skulls! If that doesn’t work, leave them be! If you’ve come this far, you need to look after your own lives!”
“Sir?”
The martial artists were dumbfounded by the sudden retreat order.
Sulgye, finding their expressions frustrating, struck a nearby young martial artist’s head with his staff with a loud crack.
“You blockhead! Get out of here now! We don’t have the Jegallga’s Hyeonwon Formation. We can’t stop this! Deal with the Pae Cheon Musang Divine Art later! Move! Damn it all—!”
Sulgye’s curses echoed across the entire heterodox faction’s camp.
Even those still dazed snapped back to their senses at his profanity.
Thus, the heterodox faction began their withdrawal.
But the Minor Sect Leader of the Demon Sect did not miss this opportunity.
“This is our chance. Everyone, secure the entrance to the grotto.”
Similarly, strange mist enveloped the Demon Sect, but these were not elite members who would be shaken by it.
Each one possessed formidable inner strength.
They advanced with cold ruthlessness.
“Kill anyone who resists. If you feel your mind slipping, take your own life.”
At the Minor Sect Leader’s command, the fanatical followers simply nodded.
However, it was not only the Demon Sect that maintained their senses.
The orthodox faction, positioned at the grotto entrance, cried out.
“The heterodox faction is retreating, and the Demon Sect is approaching! Everyone, prepare to face the Demon Sect!”
“Form sword formations, form sword formations!”
In the pitch-black depths of night, nothing could be seen.
The battle continued without pause.
* * *
Two hours before the mist arose.
I stood on a tall tree, continuing to observe the battlefield.
As a member of the Jegallga, my Master’s instruction continued.
My Master said this was a rare opportunity, but I felt somewhat bitter about it.
Even in this chaos, the area around the Medical Guild remained safe.
A powerful formation array was deployed around the Medical Guild.
This formation was constructed by two geniuses—myself and my Master.
The Eight Trigram Formation said to have been created by Zhuge Liang. Through time, it evolved and developed into the Soul-Stealing Eight Trigram Formation.
A supreme formation that steals one’s soul the moment they enter.
Ordinarily, anyone attempting to force their way through this formation would perish.
I suddenly gazed up at the sky.
‘The sun is almost gone.’
Night would soon arrive.
Normally, when night falls, combat enters a lull. That’s when the wounded begin arriving for treatment.
‘But that’s only the normal case. Master did say there are exceptions.’
Night raids are common enough anywhere.
There are also cases where one side is completely annihilated, leaving no patients to treat.
‘I suppose it would be easier on the mind if more patients arrived and kept me busy.’
The sun sank lower, and darkness now blanketed Hangsan.
‘Hmm?’
Something was odd.
Along with the shadows of night, mist suddenly began rolling across all of Hangsan.
The mist carried an alien, ominous scent.
At that moment, the mist collided with the formation’s boundary, creating crackling sparks.
A phenomenon that should never occur given the celestial stems and feng shui of this region.
In that instant, loud sounds erupted—shouts and the clash of weapons.
Sharpening my perception, I saw they had turned on each other, beginning to slaughter one another.
‘I’ve seen this before…’
Other martial artists might not recognize it, but I could never forget this.
The Hyeolseonggyo again?
Were their traps being activated?
Then Master’s voice transmission reached me.
-Hope. Come down.
The moment I began descending in response to Master’s transmission, figures wearing white masks began appearing from beyond the formation’s boundary.
Whoosh—
The masks bore patterns symbolizing whirlwinds, inscribed as if drawn in ink.
My blue eyes immediately recalled the contents of the Jicheon Cheonma.
‘The Hyeolseonggyo possesses the Blood Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers, each an absolute master, but also leaders of organizations within the sect itself.’
The organization led by Dong Cheon-gun was called the Dong Cheon Blood Immortal Corps.
While corpses were used as basic troops for the Hyeolseonggyo, this Dong Cheon Blood Immortal Corps deserved to be called elite.
The white whirlwind pattern was one of the Dong Cheon Blood Immortal Corps’ distinguishing features.
Because Dong Cheon-gun wielded the Windstorm Demon God Technique.
It appeared they had supplemented their numbers with low-grade corpses as well.
‘He must have harbored lingering resentment about not bringing his direct forces during the last Dragon Phoenix Assembly.’
Dong Cheon-gun, forced to operate in secret within the Martial Alliance, naturally had to fight with minimal forces.
If he’d had even just the Dong Cheon Blood Immortal Corps under his command, things wouldn’t have gone that way. He must have cursed his bedding every night.
‘So the Hyeolseonggyo is finally making a real move after all this time.’
There was no need to use Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
‘While the Demon Sect, the Martial Alliance, and the Apostolic Alliance tear each other apart, they’re targeting us.’
Of course, we had no intention of simply watching with our eyes wide open.
‘But how do I minimize the damage?’
Righteous, Unorthodox, Demonic.
Whoever emerged victorious in this struggle for the secret manual held no interest for me.
If this were just a normal novel-reading situation, anyone would be thrilled wondering who would win.
But the moment someone says, “The loser will be heading straight to your emergency room, Doctor,” people’s thoughts shift entirely.
And when you hear, “Oh, and a few of the winners might show up too,” as a physician, your mind goes blank all over again.
At this point, I just wish whoever it is would settle it with rock-paper-scissors.
With the Hyeolseonggyo mixed into this, my position as the Jegallga’s strategist and inspector means nothing—as a medical professional, murderous intent wells up inside me.
‘The Hyeolseonggyo needs to disappear regardless. I’ve known what these bastards were about since the time I spread cholera from the Bota Clan.’

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