Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 587

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Chapter 587
“Gasp, huff. Huff….”
My cheeks stung sharply. Perhaps it was because my tears had frozen.
The surroundings lay devastated by my single sword strike.
Among the pillars I’d destroyed, one must have contained an element that composed the formation.
Retch—
I bent over and coughed up blood.
I had sustained some internal injuries while resisting the formation and returning to the present world.
After expelling the stagnant blood, my chest felt lighter.
Along with that blood, something that had accumulated within my body seemed to have drained away.
‘I knew it all along. I was simply turning away from it.’
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong made one an extremely rational human being.
In a way, it seemed to touch even the subconscious level of the human mind, binding people to their tasks with such precision.
This matter was similar yet different from a heart demon.
The heart demon that had appeared while fighting Kahuray Khan in the past was like sediment accumulated layer upon layer in this Jicheon Cheonma’s Dosan Sword Forest world, but the current state of my mind could truly be called my own ‘essence’ as Jin Cheon-hee.
I had grown in such a manner.
As a young boy, I had grown into an adult while attaching such ‘things’ to myself one by one.
In a sense, it could be said to be one of the components that made up the surgeon Jin Cheon-hee.
Therefore.
Could this truly be called a heart demon?
In the end, it was already a memory that had taken root like an organ within my body.
Heh.
I laughed, wiping away my frozen tears and cleaning away the traces of the blood I had coughed up.
Thanks to Hwanmong’s formation, I had learned something I hadn’t known about myself, and my heart felt somewhat lighter because of it.
Now I have something I desire.
There is something I wish to covet.
Therefore, without realizing it, I gripped the Bing Jeong Sword tightly.
“Phew….”
I took several deep breaths again.
‘Is a martial artist so easily shaken merely by encountering the depths of one’s inner self?’
Indeed, inner power is a double-edged sword.
When one possesses too much inner power compared to spiritual cultivation, humans are shaken so easily.
Usually in martial arts tales, one would prioritize sitting in meditation and using mental cultivation and contemplation to calm the disturbed qi and blood, but now was an emergency.
I drew out a needle and pierced my own meridian points.
After calming myself in this way, I finally had the leisure to look around.
Looking to the side, the two people stood with dazed expressions.
Prince Han-bing wore an anguished expression, while Gongseon Yeong was weeping.
Roar—!
When I let out a lion’s roar with full force, the two finally awakened.
“Where am I… who am I…?”
He had just been released from the formation and was struggling to regain his senses.
Fortunately, the heart demons hadn’t penetrated deeply into either of them, so there were no signs of demonic possession.
I spoke.
“Let’s retreat for now.”
Gongseon Yeong regained consciousness and pushed himself to his feet.
Then he suddenly noticed the deeply carved marks.
They emanated such intense cold that merely touching them would freeze one solid.
“…What is this?”
“I did it.”
That was true.
When I encountered the heart demon that had been sleeping deeply within the formation, in that moment alone I could forget all my sword techniques.
I couldn’t remember who I was, what I had learned, or what sword I intended to use—I was sinking into oblivion.
With only the intention to cut, I swung my blade.
Selflessness.
They had sought to capture or kill me through the illusory formation, but instead that ordeal gave me an unexpected gift.
‘I forget myself.’
I forget all the martial arts I have learned.
In a sense, this was an experience extraordinarily difficult to achieve within the Jegallim Family.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong is a martial art that activates the mind, and with that activated mind, one must divide the gaps between moments to perceive them, grasp the opponent’s moves, and strike several moves ahead.
Given the nature of Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, achieving selflessness was extraordinarily difficult.
Yet trapped artificially within the formation and forced to forget myself, just before my heart was spent and my life nearly lost, I unconsciously swung my blade with only my mind.
‘I know this.’
The Abbot had once said.
-You cut with your mind.
-What we commonly call sword energy, swordsman, and sword force are merely other names for summoning the heart. If you resolve in your heart to cut, you can sever even a wooden log. That is intention.
-The Buddha dharma teaches that even an ant, if it attains enlightenment, becomes a Buddha. Similarly, even a young child, if they reach the level of intention, can split a cliff in two.
At that time, she taught Cheonwoo without sword energy or sword force.
Both I, who watched it, and Cheonwoo failed to touch that enlightenment, so we vaguely understood it was a high realm, but we couldn’t comprehend how vast that realm truly was.
It was like viewing a mountain from a great distance.
‘Young Jin Cheon-hee severed the formation without sword energy.’
In that moment, was he not the equal of a child of Earth?
If that child split an unparalleled formation with only the intention to cut, how far could I, who was beginning to reach one axis of martial arts, cut?
The child saw martial arts at the end of the heart demon.
It was the realization of what was precious to him, and the desire to protect it—the intention in his heart.
‘I want to consolidate this enlightenment immediately.’
But there was no choice.
Once both of us regained enough sense to flee, we immediately dashed forward using lightness martial arts.
Along the way, we spotted mechanism formations.
“This way! This is the Gate of Death!”
As the Ice-Pure Sword scattered its cold while cutting, Gongseon Yeong and Prince Han-bing destroyed them together.
“How do you know the directions so well without a compass?”
“I’m making an educated guess.”
“…That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all day.”
“It’s tedious to explain. Can’t I tell you later?”
“Fine. But you’d better tell me eventually.”
Prince Han-bing’s eyes gleamed with interest.
I rushed through the cave, stomping my feet heavily against the ground.
Boom!
Chil Ma Geum’s Jeolcho technique.
Pyeonbok Eumhyang.
Pyeonbok refers to a bat, and this was a technique that allowed humans to use the ultrasonic waves of bats.
The founder of Chil Ma Geum seemed to have dimly grasped the realm of ultrasonic waves.
Such a transcendent sound technique pinpointed the location of the mechanical formation.
‘Why does it feel like I’m using sound techniques the most out of everything I obtained from the imperial secret archives?’
Usually, in the martial arts novels I’d read before, the protagonist would obtain the world’s most transcendent martial arts from the imperial archives and become the greatest master under heaven.
But here I was, desperately relying only on sound techniques.
And they were sound techniques that past martial world public enemies had used.
‘That’s how it is. The most commonly used blade at Dosan Sword Forest is a kitchen knife.’
Then I sensed someone ahead of me.
At the same moment, a voice rang out.
“Where are you headed?”
It was one of the masked Hyeolseon-gyo members.
I answered with a forced smile.
“It seems I came on this excursion by mistake, so I was trying to leave.”
“Why would you do that? It seems you’ve come to exactly the right place. I, Cho Cheon-gun, would like to entertain you further.”
I answered.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but the hospitality here has been rather poor.”
“For a thief, we’ve put in quite a bit of effort. It’s a shame you don’t appreciate our kindness.”
A thief—Hyeolseon-gyo called me that, but I remained composed.
Martial artists gathered behind him.
Not the Gwanghonin I’d faced before, but masked Hyeolseon-gyo warriors.
“How exactly did you manage it? You’ve somehow disrupted part of the flute scale we use. Because of that, the Gu parasites we prepared so carefully have become useless. We selected them carefully from the commoners to match Banson’s seeds.”
“Hahaha. So the brainwashed Hyeolseon-gyo members came to welcome me without needing the Gu parasites to control them.”
Shing—
All the Hyeolseon-gyo disciples drew their swords.
From the formation they were taking, it seemed they were preparing for a sword test.
“It doesn’t seem like you intend to kill me. Are you trying to capture me alive?”
“We were told to kill if necessary, but if possible, I’d like to make use of your body. Doesn’t it have the efficiency of ten thousand ordinary sacrifices, or perhaps even more?”
“How flattering.”
I sheathed my sword and tucked both hands into my sleeves.
At first glance, it appeared to be a stance devoid of fighting spirit, yet Cho Cheon-gun, Gongseon Yeong behind him, and Han Bing all recognized the truth.
Strangely, this posture revealed no openings whatsoever.
And.
‘My brother Jin is also greatly exhausted from the continuous battles.’
His entire body had already accumulated numerous large and small scars.
On top of that, he had been struck by a bizarre formation technique that summoned heart demons, and his internal energy remained in an incomplete state.
In this situation, facing Sip Cheon-gun and all his subordinates was an impossible task.
Yet the Doctor showed no sign of exhaustion, and instead wore a broad grin.
“Then come.”
He merely tilted his chin with those blue eyes.
“How arrogant. Seed of Banson!”
In that instant, a thunderous sound erupted from behind.
Kwaaaaaang!
Several Hyeolseon-gyo members flew backward as if from a cartoon.
“Who in blazes!”
Cho Cheon-gun shouted, turning to look behind him.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke with those blue eyes.
“Wow, nice timing, brother!”
A man, pitch-black from head to toe, walked forward.
Only his eyes gleamed crimson like pomegranates, possessing a mesmerizing power.
Yet the moment one was entranced by that crimson hue.
Squelch—
The Hyeolseon-gyo member simply vanished, leaving behind a small pool of blood.
“My brother is always faster than me.”
It was Yeo Ha-ryun.
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“Hehehehe! Cheon Sal-seong Yeo Ha-ryun! You arrived quite quickly. It seems the ‘me’ outside was indeed insufficient.”
In that moment, Yeo Ha-ryun’s Gangwhan materialized in the air.
A small Gangwhan, no larger than a newborn’s fist.
Yet everyone knew what would happen to those who brushed against it.
As expected.
Squelch—
The heads of the Hyeolseon-gyo members who touched the Gangwhan were instantly sucked in. A bizarre force that bored perfectly round holes through the world itself.
Even a strange malice that seemed to defy reason emanated from it.
Yet Cho Cheon-gun remained completely unmoved.
Instead, he laughed wildly and spoke.
“Well, if you’re going to come at me like this, I have no choice.”
He struck the ground with the staff he held.
Bang!
“All of you, offer yourselves as sacrifice to Hyeolseon!”
At those words, Gongseon Yeong’s eyes widened in shock.
“Offer yourselves? What in the world does that mean…?”
In that instant, all the Hyeolseon-gyo followers who heard those words simultaneously slit their own throats.
Slash, slash, slash!
Some drove blades into their necks, others bit down on poison capsules—the methods varied.
But one thing was certain.
Every single one of them had deliberately severed their own lifelines with the clear intent of suicide.
“Ahhhhh! Damn it! Are these bastards insane?”
Gongseon Yeong screamed at the horrific sight, and Han Bing, his face drained of all color, grabbed hold of him to steady him.
Even I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such madness.
Then I heard a voice from behind.
“Brother! Damn it…! If you abandon your subordinates like this and leave alone…!”
Leaving all the subordinates behind in the Hyeolseon-gyo hideout and departing alone?
If the Soegooju ended up dying a violent death like this, Ilkana’s revenge career would be finished before it even started.
But Ilkana had no such concerns.
She figured there was no way she would actually die.
Yet the demonic sect member who arrived at the rear was saying, “We never received direct orders from Soegooju Yeo Ha-ryun! How could I possibly trust the words of a strategist who isn’t even a formal disciple of our sect?” and was rushing off.

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