Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 336

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Chapter 336
I’m beginning to understand what Jin Cheon-hee is trying to accomplish.
First, my brother doesn’t directly transmit martial arts themselves.
Of course, he did refine the martial techniques I already possessed somewhat, but reaching Hwagyeong through that alone is utterly impossible.
‘Rather, in the end… he’s cultivating the strength needed to achieve enlightenment.’
Not perfectly accurate, but I’ve grasped the essence.
It’s remarkable that someone like me, without knowledge from Earth, could deduce this much.
However, since I didn’t voice this aloud, Jin Cheon-hee had no idea I’d grasped it to that extent.
‘Hmm… so that’s it. In the end, the contemplation of martial arts to reach Hwagyeong is something one must do oneself. But that contemplation ultimately comes down to the mind. My memories born from experience, knowledge of martial arts, and finally… intuition? My brother is trying to cultivate that.’
Yet it still seems strange.
And far too heterodox.
“Brother.”
“Hmm?”
“Please teach this only to me and no one else.”
“Why?”
….
I narrowed my eyes.
I tried to find appropriate words, but it wasn’t easy.
If my brother’s method spreads throughout Gangho…
After finishing my thoughts, I spoke.
“Many people will mock you. Especially the masters—their pride in martial arts runs deep. Some might even consider it an insult to the sword itself, not mere mockery.”
“Hmm… I do know it’s somewhat heterodox.”
“In the best-case scenario, it would end with people saying that Baekui Gwangryong has gone mad and talks nonsense.”
Is it really that strange?
Jin Cheon-hee looked slightly dejected.
Seeing that, I shook my head.
“No, your method isn’t wrong. I’m certain of that. But still… it’s enough that only people you can trust know of it.”
‘And it’s dangerous. If this cultivation method spreads, those targeting you to learn it might increase…’
That shouldn’t happen, but if it did, that would be its own problem.
My brother still hasn’t realized how valuable he is in the martial world.
It wasn’t merely his worth as the Divine Physician.
He is one who breaks the mold.
He thinks so differently, acts so differently, as if he’d suddenly fallen from some other world entirely.
Yet despite this, he arrives at answers different from Gangho and charges forward.
The existing answers aren’t wrong.
But Jin Cheon-hee’s answers aren’t wrong either.
That was what made it a serious problem.
“Still, since Cheonwoo will arrive soon, I’ll teach him as well.”
“What about Yeo Ha-ryun?”
I asked, deliberately omitting the word “brother.”
However, Jin Cheon-hee answered without much thought.
“Well, that guy probably doesn’t need my guidance. Whether it’s fast or slow, reaching Hwagyeong won’t be a problem for him.”
Absolute trust in Yeo Ha-ryun.
It was strange.
According to Sama Hyeon’s investigation, Jin Cheon-hee and Yeo Ha-ryun hadn’t spent that much time together.
Of course, they exchanged letters frequently, but had they ever spent enough time together to warrant such absolute trust?
Yet Jin Cheon-hee spoke of Yeo Ha-ryun without the slightest hesitation.
“If it’s the Demonic Sect, isn’t it not a matter of reaching Hwagyeong but risking his life?”
Sama Hyeon quietly threw out the question.
Despite that, my older brother’s eyes remained unwavering.
“It’ll be fine. That guy. There’s no one in this world who can kill him.”
At those words, Sama Hyeon let out a small laugh.
Unless they were one of the Three Elites.
How could he say such a thing so easily?
“Even if the Three Elites came, he wouldn’t die?”
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“Of course. That guy absolutely won’t die.”
“Even if your opponent is you?”
As if hearing something absurd, Jin Cheon-hee lifted his dark chestnut-colored eyes and looked at Sama Hyeon.
“Why would I fight him? I value my own life too, you know?”
Where did this absolute trust come from?
Conversely, why wouldn’t he show such trust to me?
My older brother had even risked his life for me when I was young.
Shouldn’t I be able to show him that much trust in return?
Could it be because I’m lacking as a warrior? Or perhaps…
Sama Hyeon suddenly asked.
“Then what if the opponent were me?”
“Really, you. Why do you say such things? I could never watch you two fight.”
Sama Hyeon, being quick-witted, couldn’t fail to notice that his voice carried the conviction that Yeo Ha-ryun would surely win.
* * *
Cheonwoo shouldered his bundle and climbed the long staircase.
A mountain in the hot spring region.
The stairs were quite steep, but for a warrior who had cultivated inner energy, it was hardly difficult.
Rather, if someone grew winded or their shoulders trembled at stairs like these, they would already be quite lacking as a warrior.
Cheonwoo let out a small sigh.
‘I got scolded terribly by Shifu.’
My sword had slowed down slightly against Hyeolseonggyo.
To make excuses, I was still a fledgling in the midst of training in Gangho, so I didn’t have much practical experience.
However, Gwon Je wasn’t one to overlook that.
I couldn’t imagine how much I’d been scolded.
After arriving there and helping with various tasks, I managed to slip away as quickly as possible, but considerable time had already passed.
‘I wonder how my brother is doing.’
I didn’t particularly care how Sama Hyeon was faring.
In truth, we’d become sworn brothers only because of him, forced into it against my will.
It felt like an unwanted burden that came along with becoming sworn brothers with him.
For Yeo Ha-ryun, Sama Hyeon, and Jin Cheon-woo, each was that ‘unwanted burden’ to the others.
I entered and received directions, heading toward the training grounds where my brother was said to be.
Thump—
‘What is this?’
A strange silence.
Yet not a true silence.
A silence that seemed filled with something—some kind of sound.
Cheon-woo could feel through his skin that the flow of natural qi was somehow tangled and distorted. Something was wrong.
He couldn’t discern what it was himself.
And when he looked up, Sama Hyeon was floating in mid-air.
Jin Cheon-woo recognized what this was at a glance.
Enlightenment Meditation.
“Hwagyeong…?”
Sama Hyeon had just broken through the wall of enlightenment, transcending his former self.
He’d been swept up in the profound waves of martial arts mastery, his entire body receiving their impact as he fell into Enlightenment Meditation.
Beside him, Jin Cheon-hee was watching Sama Hyeon with an expression of disbelief.
“Brother?”
“Uh, well, yes….”
“…What is this.”
“That crazy bastard… saying he had to be the most superior among the sworn brothers… he broke through the wall of enlightenment.”
“What?”
“He achieved Hwagyeong through jealousy! That insane fool!”
What kind of madness is this.
Yet Sama Hyeon’s expression as he sank into Enlightenment Meditation was utterly serene.
Cheon-woo understood at once what that expression meant.
‘I’m first! Kahahaha! I’m first~!’
Damn it.
Cheon-woo set down his bundle.
He didn’t know what level Yeo Ha-ryun had reached. But he didn’t want to lose.
And there was one thing he was certain of.
At the very least, he’d lost to the youngest brother, Sama Hyeon.
Jin Cheon-hee muttered in exasperation.
“He achieved Hwagyeong just because he hates losing….”
Cheon-woo somehow understood that feeling, and his head began to throb.
* * *
The next day.
Sama Hyeon entered a period of consolidating his insights after completing the Bugang Sammai.
Cheonwoo took his turn, diving into that insane training method he’d never heard of or witnessed before.
“…Brother, can I really reach Hwagyeong through this?”
“Yes, you can! Just trust me! Cheonwoo, one more time!”
Cheonwoo’s complexion turned pale.
At least Sama Hyeon, being from the Demonic Sect, had already witnessed all sorts of bizarre training methods that those heretics practiced, so he adapted quickly enough.
But Cheonwoo, a righteous sect disciple from Geosan, was in a different position.
‘Can I really reach Hwagyeong through this?’
What is Hwagyeong, after all?
Transcending the walls of martial arts and refining oneself.
Isn’t it the process where spirit, energy, and body harmoniously merge and transform into a new self?
“Brother, really….”
“If you don’t like it, forget it~ Come on, Brother Cheon-hee, aaah~”
Sama Hyeon was feeding a sweet to Jin Cheon-hee, who was cheering him on.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke with an embarrassed expression.
“Hyeon-a, I made that for Cheonwoo.”
“It’s fine, Brother. It wasn’t made only for Cheonwoo, right? You made it for me to eat too, didn’t you, your youngest?”
“That’s true. But….”
“Then eat it, Brother Cheon-hee. And let’s mock that slow second brother together.”
The one who arrives first gains the advantage.
Jin Cheon-hee realized it.
This bastard Sama Hyeon had rushed to gain enlightenment for this very reason.
Of course, if Hwagyeong could be achieved by rushing, all martial artists in the realm would have already pursued that path.
But this guy actually did it.
The hellish training up until now was the greatest factor.
Yet with that small half-step, he had definitely, with desperate resolve, stepped forward to get ahead of whoever came next in turn.
‘That’s possible?’
Cheonwoo asked.
“Doesn’t consolidating enlightenment usually require time alone, Youngest Brother?”
“Ah, I’m naturally a sociable person, so I consolidate better when I’m with others.”
“Sigh….”
Jin Cheon-hee sighed, watching Sama Hyeon deliberately cling to him and torment Cheonwoo together.
“Hyeon-a. Actually, this is good.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll make your consolidation process faster too!”
“Yes, Brother?”
“Roll around with me.”
Sama Hyeon’s expression became startled.
Cheonwoo smiled broadly.
“Well done, Youngest Brother. Come here.”
“Hyeon, you’ll listen to your older brother, won’t you?”
From Jin Cheon-hee’s aura, Sama Hyeon understood.
My older brother would never tolerate slacking off.
If he had wanted to leave me alone, he would have given me time to organize my enlightenment by myself.
But Jin Cheon-hee had clearly resolved to spar and train with me seriously, and I realized it.
He was not the type to let that slide.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“If you miss this window, you’ll never make yesterday’s enlightenment truly yours again. You know that even among those at the same Hwagyeong level, the gap in martial prowess can be vast, right?”
He explained calmly and logically, without a single curse.
If Sama Hyeon could win through logic, perhaps. But if he lost and refused to accept it, what would Baekui Gwangryong do then?
“…Ugh. I thought I’d finally get to play freely now.”
“Now that you’ve reached Hwagyeong, you need to grow accustomed to that realm. Let’s go!”
With those words, he mercilessly threw Sama Hyeon into the abyss of training.
Professor Jin spoke with clear eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you all as strong as me! With your talents, you might even surpass me someday! You can do it!”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
And so the days of insane training began anew.
Even Sama Hyeon, now at Hwagyeong, could not escape it.

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