Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 410

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032. The Princess Takes Action
With Wang Gak-yeon, Gongseon Gang, Gongseon Yeong, and the Gongseon Family’s escort unit moving together, it became a grand procession.
Sure enough, once the flags of the Gongseon Family—specifically their elite Cheonsondan unit—were raised, not a single bandit dared approach, and the journey proceeded peacefully.
‘So this is the importance of power.’
No black-clad assassins would dare challenge these martial artists.
If any did, they would have to be an assassination squad paid handsomely within some conspiracy’s vortex.
In typical martial arts fiction, this is where the warriors would collapse after consuming poison, but Hwang-gu’s security was far too airtight for such schemes.
Clang!
‘Okay~ cleared.’
Hwang-gu inspected every ingredient personally.
Sizzle!
Spicy beef tripe rice bowl made with golden egg fried rice!
“Ohhh, the White-Clad Divine Dragon! The White-Clad Divine Dragon!”
Wang Gak-yeon cheered, calling out my alias.
Beside her, Gongseon Yeong wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with a happy gaze fixed on the pot.
‘Now I understand why Gongseon Hyeon keeps these two by her side.’
Even sitting still, they radiated energy to everyone around them.
The moment I put the spicy beef tripe rice bowl I’d made into my mouth—
Gulp—
Wang Gak-yeon’s eyes gleamed.
“Cheon-hee. Marry me!”
“No, you’re insane….”
“That’s settled then! Marry me!”
Gongseon Yeong spoke from beside her.
“What are you talking about! Cheon-hee is marrying me! And he promised to cook ten meals a day!”
The two women treated me like a food shuttle and claimed ownership, while I found myself… wanting to die.
After finishing the pleasant meal.
Gongseon Yeong approached me and spoke.
“Want to spar a round to help with digestion?”
“I was wondering why you didn’t ask sooner.”
From what I’d observed, Wang Gak-yeon and Gongseon Yeong were fundamentally different creatures from their older sister Gongseon Hyeon—they simply couldn’t sit still.
For two people like that, sitting gracefully in a carriage was an unbearable itch they couldn’t scratch.
“Wow! I want to watch!”
Before Wang Gak-yeon’s words even finished, the Cheonsondan warriors of the Gongseon Family all spoke up.
“Me too!”
“Please let me watch as well!”
A match between Gongseon Yeong of the Solar Body and me, the Veiled Madman.
Looking at our track record so far, my achievements were higher.
‘Though that’s because I used cheat codes as a reader.’
Having monopolized opportunities for growth from the start, it was naturally an expected result.
I spoke up.
“Should we fight with swords?”
“Hmm, I’ve heard the Jegallim Family uses any weapon freely.”
“Yes, our primary weapon is the sword, but…”
“What will you fight with then?”
I hefted the Dark Fragrance Pipa with a whoosh.
“With this?”
“I’ll swing the pipa to block your sword… Normally I’d call that insane… but fine, let’s do it.”
Gongseon Yeong’s eyes sparkled as though she’d found a new toy.
I too became curious whether I could actually block an opponent’s attacks using this Dark Fragrance Pipa.
‘Theoretically it should work? This weight distribution is quite good.’
Since the center of gravity lay in the pipa’s body, I could operate it like an axe.
The only issue was the lack of an axe blade—I’d probably need to rely on Black Heaven Acupoint Killing for that aspect.
In a short time, I determined the necessary martial techniques and established a rough framework for the moves, then took my position in the center of the open ground.
Gongseon Yeong stood a few paces away from me.
“Oh, so you’re fighting with a pipa?”
“It seems like it’ll be a sound-based attack method. We might need to cover our ears.”
“Hmm. It’ll definitely be sound-based martial arts, then?”
The Gongseon Family’s martial artists whispered among themselves, speculating about what techniques the Veiled Madman would display.
They even prepared to cover their ears if necessary.
‘They don’t realize that sound-based martial arts reaching the Hwagyeong realm are useless even with ears covered… Well, covering them is better than nothing.’
What I intended to do wasn’t sound-based martial arts.
If I used only pure sound techniques, the seven-string zither that Sama Hyeon gifted me would be superior.
But what I wanted to try was simple, brute-force axe swings.
I was curious about the destructive power(?) of a pure musical instrument.
“Huu.”
Gongseon Yeong took her opening stance against me.
In that moment, she felt as though facing a mountain.
‘She’s strong.’
In the past, she had been a small child barely reaching her waist.
That child had grown so much and now stood before her. Even the loosely held pipa emanated overwhelming pressure.
Why was that?
She felt as though facing not a person, but a mountain wearing human form.
‘You once gave me enlightenment.’
Back then, she’d called him a benefactor and a little runt, giving him the Black Pine Cloud Sword, and he’d said he would repay that debt by offering advice on her swordsmanship.
In a sense, the innocent questions of a child.
Yet thanks to that, she gained enlightenment and broke through to the next level.
At the time, she’d been so moved by simply surpassing a martial barrier that she hadn’t considered anything else, but if Jin Cheon-hee possessed an innate talent for understanding swords that was extraordinarily exceptional, then everything aligned.
Though his bones weren’t those of a martial artist, his insight was sharper than any warrior’s.
‘That’s why you chose the Jegallim Family. You.’
Among the Eight Great Families of the Nine Sects, the Jegallim Family most resembled him.
Yet many wondered why he had chosen a clan destined for destruction and swift decline.
Because Baekrin Uiseon Jegalling was living on borrowed time.
Those who remembered the occasional displays of his martial prowess often denied it, but the Gongseon Family harbored no doubt about his terminal condition.
The young boy before her had overcome his master’s affliction and shed his former self, now standing in her presence.
Moreover, the way he plucked the pipa showed no genuine intent to fight.
One might feel insulted and wounded by such disregard.
Gongseon Yeong’s attention, however, was drawn more to the pipa Jin Cheon-hee held.
What martial technique would he display with it?
And what did it mean to grow stronger?
Twang—
In that instant, her body slid backward.
When she first met this boy, she learned that the subtlety of striking second while seizing the initiative was fundamental to Gongseon swordplay.
Yet knowing he would not attack first, she carved her own path through the opening.
A linear sword trajectory tore through the air in torrents.
Gongseon sword technique, opening form.
Green Pine Fills the Sea—!
Dozens of sword strikes cascaded toward Jin Cheon-hee.
Ding ding ding—
In that moment, blue flowers bloomed in the young man’s eyes.
He ceased playing and wielded the pipa like a shield, deflecting the sword strikes.
The rounded back of the pipa let the sword energy flow away.
Thud!
“What a lovely sound.”
The young man spoke with delight, then swung the heavy stone pipa in a wide arc, immediately launching a counterattack toward Gongseon Yeong.
‘Could it be… the Taeul Danseonggeom?’
The flowing arc that parted through sword energy was unmistakably the Taeul Danseonggeom.
This madman was executing the Taeul Danseonggeom with a stone pipa.
Tap tap tap thud!
The stone pipa traced a circular motion, cleanly flinging Gongseon Yeong’s sword away. Then, completing a full rotation, it settled onto his shoulder with a dull thunk.
An attack leveraging the stone pipa’s inherent weight.
‘How much arm strength does he possess?’
Normally a pipa would be crafted from wood, but this one was stone—far heavier than any ordinary blade.
Wielding such a thing was within Gongseon Yeong’s capability.
But to swing it while employing the subtleties of the Taeul Danseonggeom and defending against Gongseon swordplay?
At such incredible speed?
Even channeling inner force through his arms, such stability was impossible.
“How long have you been practicing?”
To Gongseon Yeong’s question, Jin Cheon-hee answered calmly.
“This is my first time.”
“What?”
“Still, my younger brother sent me a gift, so I should use it.”
With those words, Jin Cheon-hee’s afterimage scattered.
‘Samjae Bobeop.’
The Samjae Bobeop, elevated to its peak, concealed him like a shadow, and when Jin Cheon-hee reappeared, he was directly above Gongseon Yeong’s head.
‘Damn it…!’
Whoosh—
The pipa came flying as if to split her skull, and Gongseon Yeong deflected it with the subtle principle of striking after the opponent’s move—the essence of counterattack.
In that moment, sword force manifested from her hands.
Clang!
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected her to block and counterattack simultaneously.
The shape of Jin Cheon-hee’s mouth seemed to form these words.
‘So it really is Hwagyeong?!’
This fellow must have anticipated it beforehand.
Yes, it was Hwagyeong.
While the little ones were playing around, there was no way she, the Solar Body, could have failed to achieve Hwagyeong.
I heard Jin Cheon-hee muttering something, but I couldn’t understand it.
‘Is martial arts really following that Dragon Ball pattern? When the protagonist becomes a Super Saiyan, don’t all his allies and enemies become Super Saiyans too?!’
The habit of muttering incomprehensible things when absorbed in something remained unchanged.
Boom!
Time for counterattack. Gongseon Yeong unleashed the next strike.
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Everyone watched Jin Cheon-hee’s sword dance—or rather, his pipa dance.
What lay in the young man’s hands was a simple pipa.
Carved from stone, everyone could guess it was extraordinarily heavy.
The young man wielded it like a poker, repeatedly blocking and evading Gongseon Yeong’s attacks.
Clang, clang!
Strangely, the young man’s movements resembled those of a monkey.
The vicious sort that lurked in temples and stole from people’s belongings.
Playfully rushing in, then quickly fleeing, with a hidden technique invariably concealed within that retreat.
He deliberately hunched his upper body low, swung the pipa once.
Thud!
Then recovered it with his shoulder and spun his entire body in a circle.
Thump!
Using that as the basic rhythm, he was tracing the trajectory of the Taeul Danseonggeom with a stone pipa.
Wang Gak-yeon, who had been observing for some time, murmured.
“Ah, I see. This… he’s using the principle of rotation. Since Gongseon swordplay moves primarily through speed and fluidity in counterattack, he’s neutralizing it by using weight and rotation.”
At those words, all the martial artists understood Jin Cheon-hee’s pipa path, and indeed, he was disrupting Gongseon Yeong’s sword path by centering on heaviness and rotational force.
“Doing that with a stone pipa?”
At someone’s exclamation, everyone let out a breath of astonishment.
In that moment, I sent a transmission to Gongseon Yeong.
[Sister, it’s Hwagyeong, but something feels… stagnant.]

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