Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 419

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Chapter 419
The silver thread remained miraculously unbroken, yet it had lost its strength and fluttered weakly.
The Masked Person at the center of the explosion bled from the corner of his mouth.
Having absorbed the blast with his own body, there was no way he could emerge unscathed.
‘Damn it. The silver thread didn’t snap… Could it possibly be a divine weapon?!’
This happened because the Masked Person didn’t know the true nature of the silver thread.
Had he known it was a divine weapon, he would have dodged once more instead of colliding with it.
But a small misjudgment had left him gravely wounded.
‘I need to force my way out of here… Ugh!?’
In that moment.
One of the Masked Person’s knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground on his knees.
His entire body trembled, beyond his control.
As the flow of inner energy fractured strand by strand, the pain intensified.
“Cough!”
He spat out a mouthful of blood and pressed both hands against the ground.
There was no choice—otherwise he would collapse entirely.
“How… when did the poison…”
He had been sufficiently cautious of the opponent’s poison. Yet he was already poisoned!
Before the Masked Person, I approached in the form of a beautiful woman, holding the stone pipa.
“From the very beginning. I’ve been poisoning you gradually. You see, poison mastery relies heavily on toxin cultivation techniques.”
Toxin cultivation.
It refers to the technique of poisoning an opponent.
It’s not merely about coating a weapon with poison and stabbing.
Sometimes poison is mixed into food, sometimes it’s inhaled through breath, and sometimes it seeps through the skin.
And the method I used was precisely the third one.
“Poison that seeps through the skin. The effect is weak, but if you keep using it over time, this is what happens.”
“Ugh…”
Thud.
The Masked Person finally collapsed.
When I turned my head to the side, Gongseon Yeong and Wang Gak-yeon had already finished their battles.
I quickly shattered the Masked Person’s legs with the pipa.
Crack!
‘If I were the Veiled Madman, I would have struck pressure points or dislocated joints, but now that I’m a princess, there’s no helping it.’
Breaking legs instead of striking pressure points.
Such cruelty is precisely the virtue of a princess!
And.
‘He used the privileges of the orthodox sect to collude with bandits and attempt kidnapping.’
The original me would have sealed his dantian and turned him over to the authorities, just as I did with the other bandits.
Since what comes next is Gongseon Hyeon’s affair, I’m letting him off easy at this point.
‘Reflect on your actions for the rest of your life.’
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The ship sailed in the opposite direction from its original destination.
Though the broken mast prevented it from reaching its former speed, the captured pirates were put to work as oarsmen, and the vessel made its way downriver to the lower reaches of the Yellow River in Shandong Province.
The pirates rowed for their lives.
Wang Gak-yeon shot one pirate who attempted to escape, making an example of him.
The pirate spat blood and collapsed, never to rise again.
“Honestly, it would be easier for me to just kill all of you. If you want to escape, go ahead and try. Let’s see if you can dodge my arrows.”
She showed no mercy to villains.
That was Wang Gak-yeon’s code of honor.
At her cold words, the pirates hunched their shoulders and rowed obediently.
The ship arrived at the port city where the sea met the land.
Upon arrival, martial artists from the Gongseon Family and the Unryongpyoguk were already waiting.
And in their midst stood Gongseon Hyeon.
“I received your letter well, Princess.”
“Think nothing of it.”
Gongseon Hyeon deliberately drove home the fact that Jin Cheon-hee was a princess.
‘Well, some might still think I’m an assassin… but that’s exactly what I want.’
The more they searched for which faction had sent the assassin, the deeper the mystery would become.
Gongseon Yeong threw the masked person from the Shandong Akga and the member of the Hwangbo Sega directly to the ground.
Thud!
Though thrown with their limbs already broken, both were masters of the Hwagyeong realm.
While their pain was severe, their lives were not in immediate danger.
“What is their cultivation level?”
At those words, Gongseon Yeong’s eyes widened.
“At minimum, they appear to be at the Elder level!”
A low murmur rippled through the crowd.
The martial artists exhaled sharply.
They had captured far more prominent figures than expected.
Though they didn’t reveal which sect these men belonged to, everyone’s expressions made it clear they had already guessed.
Gongseon Hyeon, known by her epithet as the Black Ice Poison Dragon, smiled with a chill.
“This should make for excellent negotiations.”
Jin Cheon-hee disembarked from the ship as well.
“Is my role now complete?”
“Not quite. We have captured the Channel Chiefs, but we have not yet resolved all the channels themselves. I would appreciate your assistance with that matter, Princess.”
“I understand.”
Jin Cheon-hee nodded.
“Please rest now, Princess. You have worked hard.”
Gongseon Hyeon guided Jin Cheon-hee with exaggerated courtesy, as if she had been waiting for this moment.
And Jin Cheon-hee followed her with the grace and dignity of a true princess.
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‘Indeed, after smashing someone else’s cauldron once, even this princess life is starting to feel familiar.’
Jin Cheon-hee sat by the window on the fourth floor of the luxurious inn, savoring delicious food.
I was still dressed as a woman, as before.
Since things had come to this, I resolved to see this affair through to its end.
[Ruthless…. You’re my friend, but is it really necessary to be this vicious?]
To Wang Gak-yeon’s telepathic message, Jin Cheon-hee answered calmly.
[Being a princess is surprisingly worthwhile. It seems to suit my temperament.]
[Breaking people’s bones with a pipa?]
[Spreading poison too. Tearing limbs apart with silver threads.]
Jin Cheon-hee answered matter-of-factly while popping a glutinous rice ball into my mouth.
Sweet, salty, and chewy.
Wang Gak-yeon spoke.
[…You really are a true princess.]
[A traditional princess.]
Wang Gak-yeon accepted this readily.
‘That’s right. Come to think of it, His Majesty Ju Wang was the same way back then.’
After all, when it came time to succeed the throne, all members of the imperial family with abilities—regardless of age or gender—engaged in fratricidal conflict in this land.
Perhaps a collateral princess raised gently in a land without strife would be different.
But for a direct heir interested in the throne, crushing someone’s skull is a basic accomplishment.
For a princess, skull-crushing is more important than poetry, calligraphy, flower arrangement, or the tea ceremony.
In that sense, His Majesty Ju Wang could do nothing else, but he was the best at killing people, so he reached that position.
Wang Gak-yeon nodded.
[I’m convinced. You are a princess more than anyone else.]
‘Hmm! My acting seems to be working quite well.’
Jin Cheon-hee thought this while picking up a small dragon bun to eat.
Watching Jin Cheon-hee, Wang Gak-yeon reflected.
‘Definitely more composed than before.’
I would not tolerate the deaths of common folk.
However, regarding disputes among Gangho people, it seemed I drew a clear line.
Just as Wang Gak-yeon had experienced much in Gangho, my friend would have as well.
Moreover, since the orthodox faction was caught colluding with the dark path and engaging in underhanded tactics, there was no choice but to become colder about it.
‘Well, it’s convenient for me.’
Jin Cheon-hee did not lay hands on the masks of the attackers.
I advised Wang Gak-yeon and Gongseon Yeong to do the same.
If their identities were revealed before everyone, it might feel satisfying for the moment, but since I couldn’t know how the Black Ice Poison Dragon Gongseon Hyeon would handle things going forward, I told them to leave it as is.
Because even that could be used as a card.
Since everyone was excited after repelling the underhanded fighters, if Jin Cheon-hee hadn’t spoken up, they would have already torn off the masks and spread the word everywhere.
Thinking about it now, the situation could have spiraled out of control, but I had managed to seal it well.
“So you’re a doctor after all?”
“Hmm?”
“No, it’s just how it is.”
Wang Gak-yeon said nothing more and popped a piece of fried game into her mouth.
Crunch—
At that moment, a man’s crystalline voice rang out from behind us.
“What pleasant weather we’re having. Young ladies, would it be terribly presumptuous of me to impose upon your time for a moment?”
I turned to see a man whose appearance was as refined as his voice.
A strikingly handsome face adorned with a modest blue martial robe.
I recognized him immediately.
‘Ah… that fellow from the preliminaries of the Dragon Phoenix Gathering.’
The sole successor of the Mysterious Sect’s Changson-mun.
Cheon I-mun!
I had found it absurd how he resembled the protagonist of some typical martial arts novel.
Because by the universal rules of such tales, men like him were invariably the main character.
‘When I last saw him, he was at the Sword Master realm.’
Yet strangely, both then and now, it was peculiarly difficult to gauge his true level.
‘That quality alone makes him seem like a protagonist.’
But why was this fellow suddenly appearing here like this?
Wang Gak-yeon and Gongseon Yeong exchanged glances and shook their heads. They didn’t know him.
“I’m afraid we’d prefer to remain among ourselves.”
An inn in this era served not only as a place to take meals, but also as a hunting ground for young martial artists seeking companionship.
However, all three of us had endured too much recently to entertain such obvious ploys.
We were exhausted.
Cheon I-mun then looked at me and replied in a voice only the three of us could hear.
“I have urgent matters to discuss with the Patriarch of Baekrin Medical Guild.”
“….”
In that instant, Wang Gak-yeon’s eyes narrowed.
Gongseon Yeong quietly reversed her grip on the wine bottle.
She seemed to be deliberating whether to strike the back of his head.
I responded immediately.
“Please, sit down.”
“I apologize for the intrusion. However, this matter is quite urgent….”
Gongseon Yeong spoke.
“We’ll have to hear what this urgent matter is to know if it’s more important than your skull.”
She still held the wine bottle inverted in her grip.
Cheon I-mun clasped his fist in salute and said.
“Allow me to introduce myself once more. I am Cheon I-mun of Changson-mun.”
“Changson-mun!”
Gongseon Yeong exclaimed in slight surprise, her voice rising involuntarily.
Wang Gak-yeon asked.
“Sister, you know of them?”
Gongseon Yeong spoke to Wang Gak-yeon.
“Ah, you wouldn’t know. Those in the know recognize it as a mysterious sect. Changson-mun is a place that upholds the law of single-lineage transmission and non-transmission to outsiders. I heard that thirty or forty years ago, the then-patriarch and Mun-ju of Changson-mun ascended from Hwagyeong to Hyeongyeong.”
At those words, Cheon I-mun nodded.
“My Master has already ascended long ago. Now I am performing the duties of Mun-ju of Changson-mun.”
Gongseon Yeong spoke.
“I see. I’ve heard that the late Master was quite an extraordinary person.”
Hearing those words, I pondered.
‘If it was thirty or forty years ago when he reached Hyeongyeong… then he would be a completely different person from Seon-jae, one of the current Three Elites.’
Moreover, the fact that nothing different had been heard about Changson-mun recently at Baekrin Uiseon suggested they had been operating in complete secrecy for quite some time.
‘Hmm… and he saw through me the moment I arrived at Yeseon.’
Well, that’s how it turned out.
I asked.
“So, what brings you here? It doesn’t seem like you happened to discover me by chance while passing through?”
I gestured toward my disguise.
Despite disguising myself to this extent, I couldn’t fathom why he would recognize my identity and go out of his way to find me here.
That’s why Gongseon Yeong kept gripping the wine bottle.
And Gak-yeon… the way she was toying with the iron coins suggested she was preparing to embed one between my eyebrows if things went south.
These two young ladies were the worst possible opponents to face.
Cheon I-mun spoke calmly toward me, as if oblivious to the ominous atmosphere.
“Of course, I came here with a purpose.”
“Is it difficult for you to speak now?”
“Do you know about the Heavenly Mechanism, Patriarch?”
In that instant, my hand holding the teacup stopped briefly.

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