Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 361

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Chapter 361
“Did you hear about it?”
“Hear what? You’re speaking without any context.”
“About the Eleventh Greatest Master of Gangho.”
“Don’t even mention that. The Eleventh Greatest Master? What nonsense! I’m thoroughly versed in the history of Gangho, but there has never been a time when masters were classified by the number eleven. Never!”
This was one of the countless inns scattered throughout Gangho.
Within it, a group of wealthy idlers who loved to make noise were gathered, shouting loudly.
They were a diverse lot—from traditionalists devoted to Gangho’s classical ways to progressive innovators of martial arts.
And at this moment, they were debating the very subject of the Eleventh Greatest Master of Gangho.
“There’s no foundation to it! The Eleventh Greatest Master? What even is that? By that logic, next we’ll be talking about the Sixteenth Greatest Master, the Twenty-fourth Greatest Master!”
A man wearing a white scholar’s cap spoke with passionate fervor.
“Ah, Sim Haksa, your inflexibility is precisely why people call you a traditionalist.”
“And what’s wrong with that! Tradition is important. Great sects become renowned precisely because of their tradition and history. Why do we speak of Shaolin Temple as the eternal pillar of Gangho? That’s why! The Eleventh Greatest Master is absolutely absurd! The Ten Greatest Masters are the Ten Greatest Masters. There is no Eleventh!”
The one called Sim Haksa bellowed loudly.
Then one of the other two seated at the same table clicked his tongue.
“Tsk tsk. Don’t you realize that such thinking is precisely what makes the world stagnant? Why do you think the saying ‘the rear waves of the Yangtze push forward the front waves’ came to exist?”
“Hmph! That’s exactly why you’re called a progressive innovator, Jang Haksa. What? The front waves of the Yangtze are pushed away by the rear waves? Don’t you understand that the very process of old things fading with time and new things emerging is itself tradition?”
The rear waves of the Yangtze push forward the front waves.
The front waves of the Yangtze are pushed away by the rear waves and flow onward.
The aged masters of Gangho often used such words when new rising masters appeared.
“Sim Haksa, Jang Haksa. Don’t quarrel like that.”
“When did I quarrel? I did no such thing.”
“Hmph! You’re saying what I was about to say.”
“In any case, there’s no need to argue. The ranking has been readjusted back to the Ten Greatest Masters of Gangho.”
“Exactly! It seems all the masters of Gangho agree with my opinion.”
Sim Haksa looked pleased with himself. Jang Haksa’s expression turned sour. However, both of them wore puzzled faces at what Man Haksa said next.
“It’s not that the masters of Gangho accepted your opinion, Sim Haksa. There’s another reason.”
“Another reason? What is it, Man Haksa?”
“This is fresh information I heard just this afternoon…”
Man Haksa rubbed his fingers together while holding an empty cup.
“Bring us a bottle of Golden Flower Liquor!”
Sim Haksa shouted at the server, who swiftly brought the premium Golden Flower Liquor and presented it.
Man Haksa poured a cup and drank it in one gulp, then opened his mouth with a satisfied “Ahhh!”
“Dao King Hae Yeon-do was defeated.”
“What?”
“He was thoroughly and completely defeated by one of the other Eleventh Greatest Masters. That’s why he was removed from the Ten Greatest Masters.”
“Such a thing happened!?”
“When did this occur? And who defeated him?”
“Well, about that…”
Saying so, Man Haksa poured more liquor into his cup. Then another drink!
“Ahhh… free liquor really is the best.”
“Come on, just tell us already!”
When Jang Haksa finally exploded, I raised my hand to calm him down.
“A genius newly entered among the ten greatest masters. The direct disciple of Baekrin Uiseon. And… a person who earned the epithet Ilgwang. Well… you understand now, don’t you?”
“Veiled Madman Jin Cheon-hee! He defeated the Dorang!”
“And apparently he did it very cleanly, without the slightest opening for doubt—a complete victory. One of those who witnessed it was our wife’s cousin, so we heard it very vividly.”
“So this is a story that leaked from the Hwangbo Sega.”
Man Haksa’s wife was a branch member of the Hwangbo Sega.
The two of them, knowing this, nodded their heads and harbored not the slightest doubt about the authenticity.
“Hehe… it hasn’t been long since he was called the new dragon of the later period of Gangho, and already he’s defeated the Dorang….”
“So. The Dorang has been removed, and Ilgwang has taken his place?”
“Remarkable.”
“Gangho will henceforth….”
The three of them began to chatter about how Jin Cheon-hee had become one of the ten greatest masters of Gangho, and how the Dorang had been removed.
It was not merely the talk of one region. All of Gangho was seething with excitement.
The emergence of a new absolute master.
Moreover.
Since he had defeated one of the Dorangs and even seized his position, it was only natural that all those who had looked down upon the Doctor were astonished.
However.
All those who knew Jin Cheon-hee’s true nature nodded in unison.
That madman was worthy of it.
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“Amitabha. Your words were indeed correct, Jegalling.”
“Hehehehe. For Weonjin Daesa to say such things, this Jegalling is overjoyed.”
Baekrin Uiseon Jegalling.
All those in Gangho who had actually met this man were now astounded by his current appearance.
The frenzied vengeance and slaughter once called the Bloodline Massacre.
And that meticulous scheming was fearsome.
Moreover, Jegalling was a man who had never smiled with genuine warmth beyond a professional smile.
He always wore a cold and expressionless face, one that revealed nothing of his thoughts, and when he did smile, it was merely a sneer or a contemptuous laugh.
Such a man had now changed.
‘Like a sunflower. Amitabha. How did Jin Cheon-hee manage to melt Jegalling’s heart so thoroughly?’
Weonjin, looking at Jegalling, could not help but envision a sunflower blooming fully in an open field, turning its face toward the sky.
“So. What will you do?”
“I will make a trade. I shall send you a portion of the Yeokgeun Sesuggyeong.”
Heavy words tumbled forth.
Yeokgeun Sesuggyeong!
The supreme secret technique among the many teachings of Shaolin Temple!
Counted as one of the Eight Supreme Techniques, it was said that even in Shaolin’s long history, those who had properly mastered it could be counted on one hand.
And it was also rumored that one who perfected this Yeokgeun Sesuggyeong could achieve true Unbreakable Diamond Body.
Beyond mere strength, beyond even the resilience of the Gangwhan—true Adamantine Indestructibility that could not be wounded! It was one of the legends of Gangho.
“Excellent. We of Baekrin Medical Guild shall become fine companions to Shaolin Temple. Of course, not merely in words… we shall provide various forms of support as evidence of our alliance.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
“I am truly grateful, Jegalling, for responding so readily to my request.”
Won Jin recited the Buddha’s name softly. Furthermore, Jegalling’s words revealed one crucial fact.
It was not the entirety of the Yeogeun Sesuggyeong, but it was Jegalling himself who desired a portion of it!
“Patron Jegalling. Might I ask one thing?”
“What troubles your mind?”
“I understand that twenty years ago, you obtained the third scroll of the four Anutara scriptures of the Yeogeun Sesuggyeong to heal your congenital affliction. Yet why do you now seek the fourth scroll?”
The Yeogeun Sesuggyeong. It was a scripture far more vast and voluminous than imagination could conceive.
Though it was a martial arts manual, it was also a Buddhist scripture, consisting of four volumes known as the Anutara.
Anutara-samyak-sambodhi.
A term meaning the perfect enlightenment that Buddha attained, originally the Sanskrit anuttara-samyak-sambodhi rendered in Chinese characters.
Taking from this, the four volumes are called the Anutara.
And.
The fact that Jegalling already possessed the third of these four volumes was shocking indeed.
“Naturally, it is for my disciple. I merely made the request to support what that boy wishes to accomplish.”
“Patron Jin is certainly a most admirable person… yet Patron Jegalling, I pray you accumulate good karma.”
“I wonder… whether it is not already too late for me.”
“Amitabha Buddha….”
Won Jin rose before Jegalling.
“Then I shall see you again next time, Patron Jegalling.”
“Please take care on your way.”
Won Jin performed the half-bow, a Buddhist greeting made with a single hand rather than both, while Jegalling lightly cupped his fist and lowered his head.
Watching Won Jin depart from the room, Yoo Ho, who stood behind, spoke.
“What does the fourth scroll contain that you would accept such considerable loss to obtain it, Master?”
“The third scroll conceals the key to Adamantine Indestructibility. The fourth scroll conceals the key to life regeneration.”
“Is that so?”
“Normally, Shaolin would never release a copy of the Yeogeun Sesuggyeong… but throughout Shaolin’s thousand-year history, it has occasionally leaked out, making this possible.”
No one in Gangho was ignorant that the Yeogeun Sesuggyeong was Shaolin’s supreme secret art.
This divine technique, ranked among the Eight Supreme Arts, had surprisingly experienced many instances of leakage throughout Shaolin’s long history.
At times, apostate monks who had mastered the demonic arts kept by Shaolin caused leaks.
At times, supreme thieves like Tugoe stole it away.
At times, during warfare, half of Shaolin burned and it leaked out.
However, the complete Yeogeun Sesuggyeong was never leaked; rather, fragments dispersed, and any major sect in Gangho possessed at least one such piece.
Moreover, because the Yeogeun Sesuggyeong contained no special martial techniques, being instead an internal cultivation method and external technique, it left no trace.
Thus Shaolin did not move to punish those who possessed the Yeogeun Sesuggyeong.
Had Jin Cheon-hee known of this, he would have said, “So there was freeware among Shaolin’s martial arts! I guess the licensing is fine?” It was a scene worthy of such a remark.
Moreover.
The fact that these leaked versions were incomplete was another reason Shaolin did not move to recover the martial arts.
“Cheon-hee will love it. The key to life regeneration… it possesses functions similar to that demonic art and divine technique, the Immortal Divine Art.”
“Master, it seems you are far too indulgent with that young master… And surely that is not all there is to it?”
“Hehehehe. Our Chief Manager Yoo’s eyes cannot be deceived. You’re right. It’s to establish a loose alliance with Shaolin Temple.”
“As expected, there is another meaning beneath what appears on the surface.”
“Indeed. Shaolin Temple holds considerable influence within the Martial Alliance, and they are among the few who understand what justice and cooperation truly mean in this harsh Gangho… By securing Hao-mun from the heterodox sects and Shaolin Temple from the orthodox faction as allies, wouldn’t our movements become far more convenient?”
“A strategy layered with multiple considerations. Seeing you so ambitious, Master, lifts my spirits as well.”
“At this rate, I should easily live another hundred years. What do you think? It won’t be boring, will it?”
“Boring? That young master keeps pestering me so much about meeting the Third Prince… don’t even mention it.”
“Hahahaha. You’ve certainly suffered because of that.”
Jegalling, the master of Baekrin Medical Guild and a monster.
And the conversation between him and his trusted subordinate, Chief Manager Yoo Ho, continued a bit longer after that.

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