Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 324

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Chapter 324
As I descended from the tree, my Master Jegalling was waiting for me.
“As expected, those Hyeolseon Sect Members came after you. But they won’t be able to break through the formation we’ve constructed. It’s not that simple of a formation.”
‘Hmm, so I am the target after all.’
Based on their movements so far, there was a high probability that I, the “Scatterer of Heavenly Secrets,” was their objective.
I lifted my eyes, the same color as my Master’s, and observed the corpses climbing up.
As the corpse entered the formation, flames erupted across its entire body, and it staggered before collapsing.
Crackle—
‘The living wander in illusions, while the dead burn to ash and return to earth.’
That was the most terrifying aspect of this formation.
Even the formation created by the two geniuses of Jegallga had its weaknesses.
Jegalling stroked his disciple’s head with his large hand.
“Of course, this formation isn’t infinite. As you know, formations are constructed using earth veins and terrain, so ultimately any formation’s effectiveness is proportional to the terrain it’s built upon.”
This was inevitable since formations were fundamentally rooted in geomancy.
“Still, Hangsan is the greatest sacred mountain.”
“Thanks to that, we were able to monopolize and construct an excellent stronghold first.”
“To overcome Hangsan’s earth veins, you’d need to throw at least ten thousand people at it.”
Two pairs of blue eyes continued their conversation as if in self-dialogue.
“Besides, we have no intention of simply watching as this attack comes.”
“All the martial artists have trained in the Thunderdragon Bow for this day.”
“Yes. It’s gratifying to see our advance preparations bear fruit.”
Having all martial artists master basic archery with the Gungwi Unit as the foundation was precisely for this moment.
In case a large-scale attack came during the chaos of battle.
Baekrin Uigak had to defend itself.
Construct formations using earth veins to arrange defensive formations.
Then came the arrows!
Of course, in the Gangho martial world, the sword takes precedence, but I come from a place where winning the national archery championship is harder than winning an Olympic gold medal.
Wouldn’t it be far more efficient to use distance and shoot arrows rather than closing in and stabbing each other in the belly?
And it’s not just one or two people clashing.
Hundreds, thousands.
In the worst case, if a blood storm erupted requiring tens of thousands to engage…?
This modern pragmatist unhesitatingly chose the bow.
Following my Master’s hand signal, the Gungwi Unit drew their bows.
“Fire!”
Ping-ping-ping-ping!
The corpses began falling, struck by arrows pouring down like rain. The arrows used here were no ordinary arrows.
‘Iron arrows designed to prioritize stopping power over penetration.’
If that creature were an ordinary person, it would die the moment its chest was pierced.
But I knew corpses were different. Better to increase stopping power and buy time for them to be swept up by the formation and burn to death.
Crackle-crackle-crackle—
The martial artists calmly drew their bowstrings taut at Gungwi’s command.
The absence of young warriors meant limited growth potential, but conversely, it reduced the likelihood of panic even in such dire circumstances.
“Fire!”
Whistle—whistle—whistle—whistle!
The Gungwi Unit began their unwavering defense against the Hyeolseon Sect’s assault.
“Master, the left flank is vulnerable.”
“Well spotted. Given the wind direction, I believe fire arrows would be the better response.”
Master and disciple continuously surveyed the battle in real time, constructing maximum defense with minimum forces.
Whenever the formation was breached, we never arranged the same formation twice, instead gently twisting the axis of the formation to restore it multiple times over.
“A war of attrition, then.”
“Indeed. Only the Hyeolseon Sect finds themselves in this attrition.”
The two of us continued our calm exchange—words that would have shocked the Jeongsamah caught in this chaos.
“After this is over, treatment will be the issue. Once morning comes, injured warriors will flood in.”
“All the doctors are resting in the barracks. Operating the treatment center itself shouldn’t be a problem. We’ve also safely preserved all our medical supplies.”
“The doctors are probably still asleep.”
“In fact, they likely have no idea such commotion is happening outside.”
Tap.
My master leisurely fanned himself with his fan.
Outside was chaos with corpses, the Hyeolseon Sect, arrows, and the Jeongsamah’s curses, yet the space around my master was as serene as any summer night.
I couldn’t help but let out a small, bewildered laugh.
“You once taught me that even if the outside is a sea of blood and corpses, the interior of a formation must remain as tranquil as water.”
“I taught you thus, and you’ve constructed it exactly as I instructed.”
“I merely applied what I learned from you, Master.”
“Your humility exceeds bounds. Yet that too is your strength.”
In that moment, a shout infused with inner force shattered the air.
“Jegalling! Where are you! Show yourself at once!”
My master turned his head to look down, and there stood Dong Cheon-gun.
“You coward, hiding within your formation! How long do you think you can hide! Come out! Come out and face me in a life-or-death duel! If you refuse, I’ll seize that disciple you cherish and tear him to shreds!”
I spoke.
“He’s wasted his forces so carelessly that he’s absolutely furious. Let’s simply allow him to squander more troops.”
“…Hehehehe.”
Crack.
My master’s fan snapped in half.
Jegalling’s expression remained as composed as always, but the momentary loss of control revealed…
“Master, this is clearly provocation! A challenge to your pride!”
“…”
My master smiled gently.
While holding the broken fan.
Then my master spoke.
“Listen, Hope. Perhaps this is the opportunity to show the world that your master remains in good health… That way, fewer fools will speak such nonsense.”
When I hear it, it sounds like the right thing to say.
But I immediately grasped that this was my Master’s judgment mixed with his characteristic unpredictability.
‘If I just endure like this and create a war of attrition instead, wouldn’t that work…?’
Outside, Dong Cheon-gun was shouting in detail about how he would tear me to shreds.
However, I myself had no particular thoughts on the matter.
If I appeal to this aspect well, I could guide a war of attrition safely with my Master….
Then Jegalling spoke.
“Right. Hope, while I deal with that bastard, you try to stop the fight between the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demonic Sect if you can.”
“Pardon?”
“The Hyeolseon Sect is concentrated here, so now seems like the right time to intervene. If you step forward, you might be able to reduce casualties even slightly.”
This was… a stratagem.
He calculated beforehand how his disciple would try to dissuade him, then released bait to lure me to bite.
‘Damn it, Master. You’re using the strategy of throwing a brick to attract jade on your own disciple….’
But since I wasn’t naive either, I grasped what my Master wanted and why he devised such a scheme.
Just as I was about to respond, my Master spoke.
“Hahaha, Hope. No matter what you say, I will end that bastard’s life. You have only two choices. Either stop the bloodshed while I eliminate him and save at least one more person, or sit here and watch it happen.”
“Master.”
“You are a good child.”
With those words, he handed me his broken fan.
“You are a good child, but you are also one who does not trust his Master. I have always been displeased with that.”
“No. Master, I have always trusted you….”
“Yes. But tell me, does your Master look like someone who would be wounded by the winter wind?”
With that, my Master’s form slid away.
His silver-white long hair drew an arc in an instant, and then.
Bang!
My Master appeared outside the formation.
“You’ve shown yourself. Baek Rin-ui-seon!”
Toward the delighted Dong Cheon-gun, my Master answered calmly.
“The dog barked so much I couldn’t sleep at night.”
“Your leisure ends here! Kekeke!”
“Now swear to the Hyeolseon Sect. That no one will interfere and you will fight fairly. Then I will kill you as you wish.”
“It seems you’ve investigated us quite thoroughly….”
Dong Cheon-gun seemed pleased at Jegalling’s appearance, but on the other hand, he was bothered by the fact that Jegalling knew quite a bit about the Hyeolseon Sect.
However, the chance at ascension that was lost because of him was a grudge that could not be replaced by anything.
It could never be forgotten.
“Very well, I swear to the Hyeolseon Sect! No one will interfere in this fight! And the moment I win this battle, I will tear you to pieces and devour you, Jegalling!”
“Hmm. This is a fight where I gain nothing. Well, it doesn’t matter. Most fights are like that anyway.”
Jegalling answered with dispassionate eyes.
After all, before meeting my disciple, the world was merely colorless.
This battle was not particularly important to Jegalling either.
However, starting with the Demonic Sect, there had been an endless stream of those attempting to abduct my disciples, so I needed to make an example of at least one of them.
Dong Cheon-gun was quite a suitable example.
‘With this one’s head, things should remain quiet for a while.’
Jegalling understood what humans feared.
And he knew well how to provoke that fear.
It was one of the cursed Jegallga’s talents, and one of the reasons the previous Gaju had feared the young Jegalling who was soon to die.
“I’ll concede the first move.”
Jegalling sneered with an elegant voice.
* * *
I looked down at my Master’s back.
….
Ugh—
My hand gripping the fan tensed. My face, already stained with worry, grew even paler.
Seeing this, Yoo Ho clicked his tongue.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Why are you concerned about your Master, sir?”
“Yoo Ho. But that man….”
“For a young master to worry about someone—I don’t quite understand it.”
“But… my Master….”
“Have faith. If he were ever to lose, it would only be because he chose it himself. The Gangho elders don’t call him a monster for nothing.”
“You truly believe that, Yoo Ho?”
“Well, he does look human on the surface. It’s true he was born from a human womb. Hmm, barely… wearing human skin, so if we call that human, then he’s human.”
That’s quite an odd answer.
The way he said it made my Master sound like some inhuman monster wearing a human shape.
I sighed quietly.
“If that’s what you say, then that’s how it is.”
Seeing my expression relax somewhat, it seemed I had decided to trust Yoo Ho’s words.
“Why do you believe that so readily?”
“Because I trust you, Yoo Ho. You don’t lie about things like that, do you? If you grabbed me or hit me, you’d grab me or hit me.”
Strange fellow.
Yoo Ho clicked his tongue softly to himself.
As I moved to step toward something, Yoo Ho asked.
“Where are you going, sir?”
“To do what I must. My Master said so himself. That now is the chance to stop this blood wind. That wouldn’t be a lie. Bait must always be real to be sweet.”
Even now, they’re playing mind games.
This strange master and disciple pair.
“Are you trying to stop me?”
“If I’m going to take the bait, I should take it properly.”
Without a trace of fear. Without a moment’s hesitation.
I made my decision to leap in.
“You are… the strangest human I have ever encountered.”
Watching those eyes burn with such clarity, Yoo Ho found himself at a loss for words and could only speak.
Jin Cheon-hee let out a soft chuckle.
“Is that so? Then I’ll be going. I’m counting on you to hold the line.”
Jin Cheon-hee’s form scattered like mist and vanished.
Even a street-level footwork technique reaches the pinnacle where the spirit of the profound martial way dwells.
Yoo Ho clicked his tongue in disbelief.

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