Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 520

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Chapter 520
As martial essence began to settle at the tip of my blade and I started to display sword paths that bordered on precognition, Geumcheon-gun exclaimed in astonishment.
“Wow, and you’re saying you haven’t fallen into demonic cultivation? Just what kind of training have you undergone?”
Geumcheon-gun expressed genuine admiration before intensifying his assault further.
Suddenly, I felt a crimson mist beginning to form beneath my feet.
This was unmistakably a peculiar energy.
The more Geumcheon-gun increased his power, the more the crimson mist spread outward.
“Hahaha! Unbelievable. You’re still holding on?”
At those words, I lifted my blue eyes to question him.
“Does Hyeolseonggyo have the ability to establish altars across this entire island?”
“You caught onto that too? I knew you’d figure it out eventually, but this is faster than I expected.”
“What becomes of those who die on this island?”
“Haven’t you already found the answer? That blood is offered as tribute to Hyeolseon. And as the offerings accumulate, I grow stronger, until finally I capture you.”
Grrrgh—
The anger surges forth regardless.
A young child kidnapped by Hyeolseonggyo, brainwashed and grown through slaughter.
A third-world dilemma.
Can one forgive a child soldier?
A child soldier who must play soccer with severed heads of prisoners to survive. How does one judge a child raised in such circumstances?
That child had been burdened with the system of Hyeolseonggyo through brainwashing and abuse.
‘Not quite at Khan’s level yet, but in time he will reach that threshold.’
Perhaps he would become even stronger.
Considering the martial prowess displayed by the Wudang School in the past, he would certainly be far stronger than an aged Khan.
“But~ our people are valuable assets too, so we can’t afford to lose more of them, right? Geumgwang Seongmo! Come help!”
‘Geumgwang Seongmo!? Two of the Ten Heavenly Generals are here!’
My heart grew urgent.
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“Svaha.”
A mantra flowed from Do Baek-ha’s lips.
A strange mist swirled around her body, moving like living tentacles as it probed the surroundings.
This was a Buddhist mantra that dispelled malevolent sorcery.
While she had learned demonic arts to rapidly increase her strength, she had also mastered Buddhist mantras.
This was my arrangement.
She had worried whether she, who was neither exceptional in Oseng nor in Mugol, could accomplish this, but I had answered her thus.
-Sister, how could you possibly catch up if you dig only one well like everyone else?
It was a bold statement. Had anyone else said it, she would have immediately grown angry and left.
But Jin Cheon-hee was not one to withhold advice out of concern for such things, and Samjeolchuho was not one to refuse acceptance simply because her pride was wounded.
-So instead, you forge a blade. A blade suited to Hyeolseonggyo. You could think of it as a tool, and it would be unsuitable training when facing other martial artists. But Sister, you have no other choice.
After that, Samjeolchuho devoted herself to mastering everything I had taught her.
For her, who was not naturally gifted in bone structure or Oseng, it was extraordinarily difficult.
She was human too, and sometimes she wanted to cast it all aside, wondering what use any of it was.
But was there another way?
And so the training she had cultivated began to bear fruit.
By infusing her mantras with heart, the sorcery of the Hyeolseonggyo repeatedly failed, and in those moments, her two hands extended like clouds, bursting open the heads of the Hyeolseonggyo members.
The form oddly resembled Taiji Quan, yet it was not quite the same either.
However, the Hyeolseonggyo disciples positioned here were those who deserved to be called masters of the Gangho.
They raised their sword energy and swordsmanship to counter, but what flowed through her hands already surpassed such things.
‘Elder Brother, I do not know how to repay the debt I owe to my elder brother.’
Cloud Sea Mighty Qi.
Samjeolchuho was not one to be ignorant that what she received from Jin Cheon-hee was greater than any elixir or secret technique.
‘I would repay it across three lifetimes.’
It was not merely instruction—Jin Cheon-hee was laying the very foundation for her.
The evidence of reaching Hwagyeong moved to annihilate them.
Namgung Un’s face watching from behind was expressionless, but his inner thoughts were not.
‘Tamho Master. I heard she had grown rapidly strong, but… is this demonic qi? She learned demonic arts, yet also mastered Buddhist mantras—how strange. How was such a person working in the Martial Arts Alliance?’
But there was only one answer.
He swung his blade coldly and continued his thoughts.
‘My younger brother Jin must already know the truth. If so, there must be a reason… First, I should settle this matter and then ask him. Though I doubt he’ll tell me.’
Swinging his sword like autumn leaves falling, the number of Hyeolseonggyo disciples was now less than half.
While Do Baek-ha raged, Namgung Un himself was steadily cutting down the Hyeolseonggyo.
Before two absolute masters, the Hyeolseonggyo disciples could only be swept away like autumn leaves.
Then it happened.
“But~ our people are valuable assets too, so we can’t have more of them dying, right? Geumgwang Seongmo! Come help!”
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Geumgwang Seongmo?
No matter how much of a Samjeolchuho one was, one could not know all the names of the Sip Cheon-gun.
Especially not Geumgwang Seongmo.
“Sigh, finally calling me. Geumcheon-gun is always slow, aren’t you?”
The moment Geumgwang Seongmo appeared behind the Hyeolseonggyo disciples, Samjeolchuho tensed her fists.
Golden radiance began to emanate from Geumgwang Seongmo’s body.
It was clearly a sorcerous technique of the Hyeolseonggyo, yet despite that, the light itself was so sacred that for a moment, one might think she came from Buddhism or Taoism.
As her mantras moved, the sorcery stirred, and the Hyeolseonggyo disciples who were dying began to writhe and rise to their feet!
Namgung Un spoke in exasperation.
“Good grief, this is filthy. I’ll need to dig some graves today.”
Death approaches.
Yet it is the same for Samjeolchuho.
For a warrior, death is like an old friend, always arriving without warning.
“Hyeolseon watches over us!”
“Oh, our bodies are being healed!”
“Hyeolseon desires more sacrifices!”
Ah, why are the eyes of a fanatic so perfectly clear and unblemished?
Whether good or evil mattered little—those who believed in only one thing carried not a single trace of delusion in their gaze.
Geumgwang Seongmo spoke.
“I have temporarily bestowed the blessing of Hyeolseon upon you. Hehe, normally using Hyeolseon Descent results in death, but with my abilities, there is no need for you to perish. So why not surrender peacefully?”
“So you don’t want the sacrifice to be harmed through needless resistance.”
“Well, of course not. Especially you from the Namgung Family. You’re a virgin, after all.”
“…!?”
In that moment of shock, Samjeolchuho’s neck snapped around to look at Namgung Un.
“Wait, Namgung Un. I thought you indulged in every pleasure the world had to offer….”
“I enjoy wine, but I’m careful with my conduct so the Namgung Family doesn’t end up with bastards!”
“No, but you were playing all night long with female swordsmen at the tavern. A virgin?”
The scandals Namgung Un had sown were countless.
In the eyes of the world, Namgung Un was at best a man of refinement and leisure, at worst a dissolute wastrel.
Unlike Jin, who lived like a stone statue, he was unmistakably a debauched heir of a great family with plenty of wealth.
This bastard a virgin?
Now that I thought about it, his romantic relationships had always been brief, and whenever he and a lover seemed inseparable, they would part ways.
Whoever ended it first, maintaining virginity at his age without marriage seemed rather odd, didn’t it?
Then could it be…?
“Don’t tell me—ah! Ah… because of that kidney stone….”
This was maddening.
“On the surface he appears refined and leisurely, but in truth he has a rational side. Sister!”
“You’re spouting that nonsense yourself? No wonder you’re friends with Hyeolpyeon-wang.”
Namgung Un suddenly wished he were dead.
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“You came too? My luck is good today. If I capture you and her, it will be quite a happy day.”
Geumcheon-gun wielded her massive sword with playful banter.
Blocking each of her sword strikes one by one, Jin Cheon-hee gritted his teeth inwardly.
If time continued like this, the altar’s effect would eventually cause everyone to lose.
And beyond that.
The battles with soldiers, martial artists, and the Haesa-bangdo forces had not yet ended, and many were dying.
‘Is capturing Geumcheon-gun merely my own greed?’
If so, there was only one conclusion.
Give it my all.
In the end, I had been selfish only to walk the path I had chosen.
Samjeolchuho would have reason to grieve, but he would be grateful to me for this, not resentful or apologetic.
“Exhale.”
Looking at Geumcheon-gun, I extended my left arm toward the great sword first.
It was an arm accumulated with wounds, and Geumcheon-gun knew my weakness. That was why she had been concentrating her attacks on my left arm.
As expected, Geumcheon-gun swung her great sword toward my left hand as if she had been waiting for this.
In that moment.
A flash of light streaked across Jin Cheon-hee’s blue eyes.
With his left hand, he grasped the blade wrapped in inner force.
Clang!
“What is this—you’re blocking my inner force with inner force wrapped around your bare hand?!”
“There’s nothing I cannot do. It’s simply a matter of wrapping inner force around my hand instead of channeling it into the Bing Jeong Sword.”
Geumcheon-gun understood that converting sword techniques into palm techniques to block was easier said than done.
The fact that he could do it meant this man possessed not only vast inner force but had also mastered the manipulation of all meridians and blood vessels to an absurd degree.
The two forces of inner strength collided, producing a terrifying sound.
Jin Cheon-hee’s left hand became covered in blood, yet it never severed or broke, enduring the assault.
“Haha, your complexion has turned pale? Still, it’s remarkable. At this level, one could say it rivals Vajra Indestructibility. So you want to engage in an inner force contest with me? An inner force duel against Hyeolseonggyo. Are you confident?”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee smiled broadly despite his ashen face.
“Hmm, is there really a need for an inner force contest?”
“What?”
Boom!
In that instant, poison erupted from Jin Cheon-hee’s left hand.
The poison of Oh Dok-mun, which had reached Hyeongyeong.
The poisonous smoke exploded, engulfing both Geumcheon-gun and Jin Cheon-hee.
In that moment, Geumcheon-gun’s complexion turned a sickly blue, and beneath his mask, his lips changed color.
“Cough! How virulent this is… What in the world!”
“It’s poison born from the Odog-mun Sect Leader reaching Hyeongyeong halfway through Zhuhuo Ruma. Hyeolseonggyo may not know of it. After all, it’s poison released by the Demonic Cult.”
The Odog-mun Sect Leader learned demonic cultivation, fell into Zhuhuo Ruma, and went berserk.
Thus becoming Hyeongyeong.
“Could it be Hyeongyeong Poison…?! You’ve been harboring that in your left arm!”
The deeper one understood inner force, the more one could comprehend just how insane this truly was.
“How is it that your blood vessels haven’t rotted and your bones haven’t deteriorated…”
“…It does hurt somewhat. Especially when it rains.”
“Just that much! You’ve been sealing Hyeongyeong Poison in your left arm with merely that much pain! Are you in your right mind?!”

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