Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 584

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Chapter 584
“You must already know. The Veiled Madman has discovered a cure for the plague. Or rather, it seems he knew from the beginning.”
“So I’ve heard. Though truthfully, it hardly matters at this point….”
“Handle it on your end. And stop the plague now. Didn’t you say we have enough materials for the blood essence?”
The masked person laughed with a high-pitched cackle.
“As you command.”
Jin Cheon-hee sensed something unsettling in those words. Gongseon Yeong sent a sound transmission as well.
[Hey, that bastard looks like he’s about to stab us in the back? My instincts are tingling like crazy.]
With such savage intuition, why couldn’t he succeed in business?
The mysteries of the Gangho.
Then Gongseon Yeong added one more thing.
[Should we just smash the Gungju’s head in? Or slip outside and join forces with the Holy Maiden’s faction….]
At that moment, the Gungju glanced in our direction.
“Looks like a mouse has scurried in. Deal with it.”
“As you wish.”
The masked person drew a staff from his robes.
At the very top of the staff’s head were wings, and two serpents coiled around the shaft in opposite directions.
A symbol any doctor on Earth would recognize.
‘The Caduceus?’
Also called the Staff of Hermes.
It differs somewhat from the staff of Asclepius, the god of medicine, which bears only a single serpent, though in practice both symbols are used interchangeably.
This Caduceus also symbolizes alchemy.
It’s said that alchemists revered Hermes.
The masked person struck the ground with the staff.
Boom!
The surrounding landscape began to shift completely.
As if the entire world were suddenly composed of layered glass, the scenery transformed, and Gongseon Yeong spoke.
“A formation! And one I’ve never seen before in my life!”
“I’ve never witnessed a formation activated in this manner. What kind of sorcery is this?!”
Jin Cheon-hee spoke calmly.
“…It appears to be a blend of Central Plains methods with something entirely foreign. We need to escape this place somehow.”
I wondered if the Holy Maiden’s subordinates who vanished here had fallen victim to this very formation.
[Hahahaha. The seeds of Banson have rolled in of their own accord. Welcome to my world.]
The masked person’s voice echoed through the dizzying landscape.
[In Central Plains terms, this is within the Tianluohunhuomixunzhen formation—a place where even I can only observe from outside, never intervene. Yet I can still capture you indirectly. How fortunate. Today I shall finally offer a sacrifice to Hyeolseon. Hahahaha. Gwanghonin! Seize them!]
In that instant, muscular figures appeared from all sides of the formation.
Yet these were not normal bodies—rather than physiques honed through external cultivation, they possessed unnaturally bloated muscles as if they had swollen grotesquely.
“Grrrrgh, gaaaagh!”
Their eyes showed only whites, and speech seemed impossible.
The number of them was unmistakable—hundreds!
‘Gwanghonin! Ah, I remember now!’
They were an upgraded version of those creatures I’d encountered when fighting Geumcheon-gun.
Humans whose minds were enslaved by loneliness, but who had also been forcibly strengthened with vile drugs—far more than mere puppets.
[Since I know your nature, let me tell you beforehand. I’ve carefully selected only commoners of decent character. And they’re ‘still’ alive. Can you kill them regardless?]
“Wow, you despicable bastard. It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone this pathetic! You deserve to drown face-first in a latrine!”
Gongseon Yeong spewed curses.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Both of you, focus on defense! I’ll incapacitate them and search for the vital point!”
I activated the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong at maximum speed.
‘I had a feeling this would happen.’
Living in this cursed world of Gangho, and watching the Hyeolseonggyo breathe so faithfully to the original source material, I’d had a premonition of something like this.
There was no way they wouldn’t attempt this event of brainwashing and enhancing commoners to send them charging forward.
If someone like me wouldn’t do it, they wouldn’t be living this way either.
Of course, I’d already thought of a solution long ago.
‘I didn’t whistle on Muoh Island for nothing.’
At Muoh Island, the Hyeolseonggyo’s pirate stronghold, I’d diligently whistled at the wicked ones afflicted by the Gu.
At the time, lacking both time and resources, I ultimately hadn’t found the answer.
But.
“Everyone, channel your inner energy into your ears for protection!”
With those words, I employed the supreme sound technique, Chilma Geum, and whistled with all my might.
Piiiiieeeek–!!
An ultrasonic pitch closer to a dolphin’s cry than a human voice.
Not as refined as the pipes or bells they used.
Yet at that sound, countless commoners trembled violently, writhing in agony.
‘Good. It works.’
I whistled again, channeling even more inner energy than before.
Piiiiiiiiieeeek–!!
At that sound, the commoners controlled by the Gu lost consciousness one by one and collapsed.
“How did you do that?”
Gongseon Yeong asked in shock, and I answered calmly.
“Invest time and resources into the Baekrin Medical Guild’s research department!”
“…Does it work that easily?”
“Please sponsor us now. The amazing future of humanity~!”
“You madman!”
“Let’s run for now, sister!”
I dashed forward with a cheerful voice toward one direction.
Whether due to the formation’s influence, the palace interior began transforming into a labyrinth.
And Gongseon Yeong witnessed it.
My eyes shining with a brilliant blue light far more vivid than ever before!
The young man’s mouth smiled, but his eyes were as cold as glacial ice.
Gongseon Yeong heard Jin Cheon-hee muttering to himself.
He couldn’t catch everything since the words tumbled out too quickly, but he managed to grasp a few.
“The foundation of formation arrays lies in directional positioning. One must identify the directions, perceive the flow of qi, and determine the gates of life and death based on the Eight Trigrams… There! Attack that location!”
In that instant, the Icebound Sword was drawn, scattering frost in its wake.
Jin Cheon-hee’s and Gongseon Yeong’s inner force, along with Prince Han-bing’s sword threads.
Three surges of power erupted, shattering everything around them.
Kwaaaaaaang!
With a deafening roar, the surrounding landscape began to crumble.
“Truly the Jegallim Family! So this actually works!”
“…I must never make an enemy of Doctor Jin.”
Just as the two expressed their amazement and all three attempted to escape, something strange occurred.
Darkness began to engulf everything around them.
“What? Wasn’t the formation destroyed?”
“….”
Jin Cheon-hee remained silent, his senses alert to his surroundings.
Within the profound darkness.
He felt something moving.
* * *
Weong?
Heukseolmyo bolted forward.
At a speed that far exceeded that of an ordinary cat—an unfathomable velocity.
Like a pitch-black streak painting afterimages as it surged ahead.
Yeo Ha-ryun pursued the black cat at a terrifying speed.
Strangely, despite the young man’s incredible velocity, his upper body remained perfectly still.
And his footsteps appeared leisurely at first glance.
Yet the young man moved like the wind itself.
“Ah, this is maddening. Brother… Huff! Please, just slow down a little.”
Behind Yeo Ha-ryun, Ilkana and twenty subordinates followed in pursuit.
The direct unit of Soegooju Yeo Ha-ryun!
Not merely subordinates.
These were elite warriors whom Yeo Ha-ryun had personally selected, strengthened through the Demonic Cult’s supreme techniques, and trained directly—the cream of the crop.
As a result, all were masters of the highest caliber!
Moreover, Ilkana had grown into a supreme expert, standing between the highest tier and Hwagyeong.
This speed was possible because Jin Cheon-hee had personally instructed her in the martial arts of Seorim Gyeokguk, laying a solid foundation.
“Stop.”
A group appeared before the running Yeo Ha-ryun and Heukseolmyo.
Their numbers reached roughly fifty.
All wore masks.
However, these were not masks of the Demonic Cult. They belonged to Hyeolseonggyo.
From among them, the leader spoke in a murky voice.
“Yeo Ha-ryun, Soegooju of the Ilwol Singyeo.”
“You don’t call us the Demonic Sect. How courteous of you. Vermin.”
Yeo Ha-ryun counts “one” in his mind.
It doesn’t matter what they say.
Their very existence warranted death.
“A Cheon Sal-seong who defies the heavenly way. Did you come seeking your sworn brother?”
“So you’ve already sensed our presence.”
“Hehehehe. I know much. In that regard… I, Cho Cheon-gun, hold considerable interest and favor toward you.”
“…Two.”
“You are the true evidence of defying heaven! The seed that Banson cultivated…”
Crack!
With a single hand strike, Cho Cheon-gun was severed in half.
Ilkana gasped in shock.
‘He didn’t even draw a sword, just cleaved a man in two with his bare hand?!’
I’d seen hearts pierced by fists before, but bisecting someone with a palm strike was another realm entirely.
What was more absurd was that there were no signs of any martial technique being used.
This wasn’t a specific technique—he’d simply split the man in half with pure inner force and strength.
Staring down at the bisected corpse, Yeo Ha-ryun clicked his tongue in irritation.
“Tsk.”
In that instant, other masked figures behind the dead body began speaking in identical voices.
“Hahahaha! I am the one who understands the divine arts bestowed by Hyeolseon most deeply. You’ll have quite the struggle killing me!”
“A puppet, then… or perhaps some special sorcery.”
“Didn’t I say divine arts? I have a proposal for you.”
“One.”
With those words, Yeo Ha-ryun raised his hand again.
Ilkana stopped him.
“Wait, let’s hear the proposal first! Brother! Ugh! Just let’s hear what he’s babbling about!”
Yeo Ha-ryun was a lord who tormented his strategist.
Surely any proper lord consults with his strategist before executing any plan.
Of course—Liu Bei sought Jegal Ryang before deployment, and Cao Cao sought his advisors.
Even Yeo Bu sought his strategist before marching.
But Yeo Ha-ryun was different.
He acted first, then left the aftermath to his strategist.
As a result, most of Ilkana’s work involved either disposing of corpses or piecing together what the dead man had been trying to say as his final words.
‘Please, just listen! Brother!’
As Ilkana’s cry reached him, Cho Cheon-gun spoke.
“You have excellent subordinates. Here is my proposal: if you withdraw now… I shall return your sworn brother unharmed. What say you?”
“I refuse.”
He answered without hesitation.
‘Ugh, I just thought of three different strategies and he didn’t even give me time to remonstrate. This cursed Cheon Sal-seong!’
Only Ilkana despaired.
Cho Cheon-gun chuckled with amusement at Yeo Ha-ryun’s reaction.
“Hoho… I understand you hold your sworn brother’s life more dear than your own?”
“Because my brother doesn’t wish it. I won’t force my will upon him.”
“Even if your sworn brother dies as a result?”
“…No one can kill my brother. All who attempt such a thing will fall by my hand.”
In that instant, Yeo Ha-ryun’s momentum exploded.
Protective inner energy surged across his entire body like flames themselves.
Combined with Cheon Sal-seong’s murderous intent, it created a power beyond imagination.

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