Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 393

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Chapter 393
Jin Cheon-hee pondered.
‘It’s like StarCraft—you destroy the SCV first. Combat units look flashier and more impressive, but in strategy games, the farmer harvesting resources is actually the more precious asset.’
Because he understood this, Oh Dok-mun desired division, while Sama Hyeon unified through money.
At the crossroads.
Outsiders don’t know what is right.
Because that belongs to the people living in this land.
So all that mattered was changing the choice from [an unknowable tomorrow] to [a tomorrow where something can be done].
What Sama Hyeon chose was what he did best.
Fear and money.
“Silence! You dare mock us with that arrogant tongue of yours! I’ll slaughter every last one of you and those filthy half-breeds too, throw them to the worms!”
At those words, I too decided to don Sama Hyeon’s mask.
I channeled qi into my dantian and spoke with power.
“Brothers, observe! All these ignorant fools know how to do is threaten—!”
[Oh, you’re good at this, hyung~?]
I ignored Sama Hyeon’s telepathic message and threw out a blank check.
“If this matter is resolved well, I promise you as the Soggakju of Baekrin Uiseon. A sixth branch in Yeonmu City! I’m giving it to you!”
“Kyaaaaaaaa–!!”
I’d worried these jungle people might not know what Yeonmu City was, but they seemed to know everything.
‘Well, they already knew I was a noble and tried to catch me anyway, so what.’
Thus, amid the fervor of redevelopment, the Baekrin Uiseon warriors gripped their bows tightly.
* * *
‘These bastards….’
Chungdok Dangju. His body trembled with rage. That wasn’t all.
The warriors of Oudokmun belonging to Chungdok Dang under his command also had faces flushed red with fury.
‘How dare these half-breeds!’
He and those under him were oppressors long accustomed to racial discrimination and persecution.
They had lived believing their actions were justified.
Would they repent upon seeing those who resisted them?
No.
They raged. They hated. And they wanted to pour that fury upon their enemies and kill them. Thus Chungdok Dangju shouted with blazing anger.
“No more listening! Destroy the formation and slaughter them all! Leave no filthy half-breed alive, and eliminate all evidence by killing them! Death to our enemies!”
“Death to our enemies!”
The warriors of Oudokmun drew their weapons. Killing intent surged forth, their murderous aura spreading through the air.
Yet the four squads of Baekrin Uiseon warriors inside the formation remained composed.
All drew their bows and nocked arrows to the strings.
“Follow me and kill those bas——.”
And just as Chungdok Dangju was about to swing his blade wreathed in sword energy toward the formation.
A resonant voice thundered through the forest.
“Chungdok Dangju. By what authority do you order the massacre of commoners under this sect’s protection?”
Soon after, approximately two hundred martial artists appeared.
And leading them was Odok Munzu, riding atop a tiger.
‘Hmm, so Nanmanwasugung is said to be its origin. They even tame tigers, it seems.’
As I contemplated this, Odok Munzu gazed down arrogantly at Chungdok Dangju.
“Chungdok Dangju. You were attempting to attack Eun Dangju of Geumhyeolbang, our sect’s ally, and the Patriarch of Baekrin Uiseon without my permission. Who gave you such authority?”
Chungdok Dangju froze at that voice.
Then he glanced behind the Mun-ju before quickly recovering his composure and shouted.
“Mun-ju! These people are insulting our sect and simultaneously denying our traditions and culture outright! They spread lies that the ancestors’ wrath can be treated through medicine, and used sorcery to deceive the common people!”
“Sorcery, sorcery, you say.”
He continued speaking.
“If we do not punish them severely right now, who would dare fear and respect us?”
“Ho, a reasonable argument. However, Chungdok Dangju. Are you in a position to make such judgments?”
Krrrgh—
A thick killing intent began to emanate from Odok Munzu.
Even the other Oudokmun’s Warriors had to hold their breath under the oppressive aura.
Sensing his energy, I made my assessment.
‘Odok Munzu. He’s already surpassed the early stages of Hwagyeong. Not quite among the top ten masters under heaven, but strong enough to be a sect leader.’
“Please calm yourself, Mun-ju.”
At that moment, the Bumun-ju of Oudokmun approached and spoke.
“The resistance of these lowly clans is nothing new, is it not? And treating the ancestors’ wrath? That is a punishment bestowed by the ancestors themselves. How could a human body possibly treat it? If we allow this to continue, we fall prey to insidious sorcery.”
“Ahem.”
Chungdok Dangju coughed as if in agreement.
Following the rhythm, the Bumun-ju continued speaking.
“While it is true that Chungdok Dangju acted unilaterally without reporting to you, Mun-ju, we cannot lose face before outsiders in this manner.”
I listened quietly to this exchange.
‘The dialect is thick, but understandable enough. I’ve improved quite a bit too.’
The Mun-ju’s eyes narrowed.
“I see. So what do you suggest we do, Bumun-ju?”
“First, have Chungdok Dangju step back. Then annihilate these lowly creatures as an example, and those dogs from Geumhyeolbang and Baekrin Uiseon who insulted us as well….”
At that moment, I spoke.
“Bumun-ju! When exactly will you repay the debt?”
[Oh, hyeong, you’re adapting fast~]
Just as Sama Hyeon was learning my language, I too had picked up some of his.
Sama Hyeon also chimed in with my words.
“Perfect timing~ We were interrupted earlier when Chungdok Dangju was spouting nonsense~ The principal of fifty thousand nyang in gold that you borrowed from Geumhyeolbang is already a year overdue. You’ve been paying the interest diligently, but it seems the contract extension fell through during the transition~ When exactly will you repay it?”
I picked up from Sama Hyeon’s words and continued.
“So I’m curious—when will you repay it? Baekrin Uiseon and Oudokmun are business partners, after all. If we face forced collection, it would be troublesome for Baekrin Uiseon too. So when will you repay, Bumun-ju? Yes?”
[Kruu~ hyeong, you’re doing great~]
‘Hyeon-a, I had no such intention. This is all because of you.’
As I cornered the Bumun-ju with the matter of debt, his face flushed crimson.
“Silence–!”
A voice infused with inner force thundered through the jungle.
“How dare you spout nonsense before me! This is precisely why these lowborn clans have entangled themselves with those filthy Central Plains dogs! Master, this is exactly the kind of arrogance we cannot tolerate!”
“I see.”
The Master nodded.
“But Deputy Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Didn’t you say the debt to the Golden Blood Hall had been paid off by half? Yet you’ve been paying only the interest while neglecting the principal… I’m not sure what to make of this.”
‘Oh, this is hilarious. Is this about to go completely off the rails?’
I had expected him to fly into a rage, but surprisingly, Odok Munzu remained composed.
“You’re right. This isn’t a conversation to have in front of outsiders. We’ll discuss this matter separately later.”
He dismounted from the tiger he’d been riding and approached the formation.
The Deputy Master followed behind the Master.
“Good. Patriarch of Baekrin Uiseon. Let me verify whether the ancestor’s wrath can truly be cured through medicine. If it’s possible, then this matter… Ugh?! Kaaaagh!”
The Master hastily dodged, but a deep blade wound tore into half his back.
The poison had already seeped deeply—the wound turned pitch black with discoloration.
“What is the meaning of this…?!”
In that instant, the Deputy Master’s second ambush struck.
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While blocking the second surprise attack, Odok Munzu screamed.
“A sudden ambush?! Detrah! How dare you betray me!”
“Tsk. Just like a lowborn mongrel, you’re good at dodging.”
“What did you say?!”
The Deputy Master licked his blade and spoke.
“Detrah! Because of you, the Master has grown weak. Isn’t it because of you that those Central Plains dogs strut about in Yunnan, and filthy clans crawl forth?!”
The Odok Mundobeul cried out.
“The Deputy Master has betrayed us! He is a traitor–!”
“Silence. Those who follow me, draw your weapons!”
Internal strife had begun.
The Master’s faction and the Deputy Master’s faction.
The two groups began to clash.
But the Master was already in critical condition from the ambush.
From the moment the Master was ambushed, the tribal people of Yunnan had been shouting in their own language, so I couldn’t precisely follow what was happening. Yet from what I could see with my own eyes, chaos had already erupted.
Still, I clicked my tongue as I watched this spectacle.
‘I didn’t expect it to descend into complete chaos like this.’
* * *
I had known the rift between the Master and Deputy Master ran deep.
He must have been waiting for an opportunity all along.
‘Whether it’s the Wudang Sect or Odok Mun… they all shed blood when power is at stake. Then what about Hyeolseonggyo here…?’
At that moment, the Deputy Master shouted.
“Dark Heavens Reign! Dark! Dark Heavens!”
‘The Demonic Cult, not Hyeolseonggyo?’
Accompanied by the demonic cult’s battle cry, he attacked the Mun-ju.
“Kugh! A treacherous agent of the Demonic Cult!”
The Mun-ju couldn’t resist strongly against the poison and was sent flying backward with a single blow, crashing to the ground and rolling.
Blood clots oozed from his mouth—whether from internal injuries or the poison’s effect.
‘At this rate, his life is in danger.’
I had thought that with the Mun-ju’s cultivation level, he could escape if necessary, but it seemed the poison was too potent even for his level of detoxification.
“Hahahaha! I have unified the poison techniques of this sect with the divine arts of Ilwol Singyeo to reach the Hyeongyeong realm! When I become the Cheonma, I shall rule both Ilwol Singyeo and this sect, and dominate all under heaven! Subjugating you mongrels is my sacred mission!”
From the eyes of the Bumun-ju speaking thus, demonic energy poured forth in torrents!
“Hyeongyeong? Did he say Hyeongyeong?”
“Could it be he’s reached the realm of the Three Elites?!”
“It’s a lie! He’s just trying to frighten us with empty words!”
As the Bumun-ju revealed his true nature, all those who had followed him abandoned the Oudokmun’s poison martial arts and began using demonic techniques instead.
I drew a sharp breath.
The opponent appeared to be mixed with delusions born from the madness inherent to demonic cultivation.
Yet the world still tilted around me, and my body felt heavy.
The ringing in my ears suggested the situation was more serious than I thought.
But I had rested enough for this.
‘That’s right. The Demonic Cult ruled by the current Cheonma is hardly a righteous organization either.’
She was a living demon who spilled blood across this world.
Until the Cheonma stepped down and Yeo Ha-ryun took the position of the new Cheonma, the world would remain in this state.
And even if Yeo Ha-ryun became the Cheonma, there would be no peace as long as Hyeolseonggyo existed.
Then would peace come if Hyeolseonggyo disappeared?
My chest stirred with unease.
Even if this world remained forever drenched in blood, someone had to clean it up.
“Man Seon, Master. The bow!”
Following the Soggakju’s command, Man Seon shouted.
“Everyone prepare to attack! Form ranks!”

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