Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 592

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Chapter 592
The Holy Maiden took a deep breath, her resolve crystallizing.
“If Father’s words were correct, the Guardian would have sent me a separate revelation. However, the fact that we proceed with the Heavenly Ice Ceremony means the Guardian wishes for us to settle this matter. [The victor becomes the protector.]”
“[The victor becomes the protector.]”
All the Elders spoke in unison.
Even the North Sea Ice Palace Master and the Junior Palace Master chanted the same words.
‘So it’s a law of the Guardian faith. At least I understand they revere strength.’
Gongseon Yeong asked.
[Cheon Hee. What should we do? This looks like a one-on-one duel.]
[I know. It seems we need to defeat the Junior Palace Master, but I’m not sure if we outsiders should step forward.]
As the two of them exchanged words through sound transmission, the Holy Maiden stepped back.
“As the Holy Maiden, I shall establish a champion duel. This is justified by our laws.”
“We cannot obstruct the lawful exercise of our code. So who will you name as your champion?”
The moment the Gungju finished speaking, the Junior Palace Master stepped forward.
“Jin Cheon-hee. Come forth. Don’t you owe a debt to your master?”
Now he abandoned all pretense of courtesy, growling like a beast.
His demeanor was distinctly different from the North Sea Ice Palace warriors I had seen before.
[Prince Han-bing. Was this man always like this?]
[Hmm… I’m not sure. Traditionally, the warriors of North Sea Ice Palace have always emphasized an icy, composed mindset.]
But now he was the complete opposite.
When the body is transformed by Hyeolseonggyo, does destructive desire rise alongside it?
“I shall kill you myself.”
Then.
Yeo Ha-ryun stepped forward calmly.
“Ha-ryun.”
His crimson eyes gazed quietly upon the enemy.
“Brother. Leave this to me. I care nothing for the rituals of foreign faiths, but if this is a parasite of Hyeolseonggyo, I should slay it with my own hands. I shall offer his severed head to Ilwol.”
Hearing this, I pondered.
‘Ilwol. A divine being worshipped by Ilwol Singyeo. The Cheonma is Ilwol’s messenger, and there’s a doctrine that the world is destroyed and returned to Ilwol, isn’t there?’
From this perspective, it seems like an evil god.
But destruction is as important as creation.
Since the world can be newly created through destruction, it’s difficult to categorize as simply good or evil.
‘Well, this modern person understands it as a doctrine that you must demolish before you can rebuild.’
Outsiders don’t truly understand the doctrines of Ilwol Singyeo, nor their true purpose.
They only perceive it as a den of demonic cultivators.
The reason Cheon Sal-seong Yeo Ha-ryun joined the demonic path might be for such reasons.
First, to survive.
Second, to tear apart this hypocritical world and rebuild it with blood.
At Yeo Ha-ryun’s words, the Gungju’s son finally opened his mouth.
“You wish to face the disciple of Baek Rin, who killed me?”
Yeo Ha-ryun didn’t respond to his words, merely blocking his path.
The Junior Palace Master gnashed his teeth.
“I will surely kill you and reclaim the Bingjeong Sword, our palace’s heirloom, for our sect.”
Jin Cheon-hee answered calmly to those words.
“The Bingjeong Sword was bestowed upon me by my Master. Not only has my Master wagered it, but I too have already made a bet with the Gungju using the Bingjeong Sword and won. Since it appears fate is not on your side, wouldn’t it be wise to abandon this pursuit?”
As he turned the word “persistent” back on him, the Gungju’s son immediately unleashed a killing intent.
Kuguguung—
Both Han Bing and Gongseon Yeong’s bodies froze from the terrifying killing intent.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s fury erupted.
“How dare you direct such filthy killing intent at my brother?”
Kuwakwang!
As Yeo Ha-ryun gestured, energies collided and created a thunderous boom.
“Cheonma Divine Art…!”
A north wind blew.
Between his jet-black hair, only Yeo Ha-ryun’s pale face and blood-red eyes gleamed like crimson light.
“Besides, I never intended to spare anyone who laid hands on my brother within the North Sea Ice Palace. Come at me. Even if you flee this place now, I will surely take your head.”
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke thus and stepped forward.
“Very well. Here stand both the Gungju’s champion and the Holy Maiden’s champion, ready to perform the Cheonbing ceremony. The guardian of sacred divinity shall witness this ritual. Proceed with the ceremony!”
With those words from one of the Elders.
The world transformed.
All the surrounding scenery vanished, and even the Gungju, the Holy Maiden, and Jin Cheon-hee’s group disappeared entirely.
The ground became a place of pure white ice, and only the Junior Palace Master and Yeo Ha-ryun remained.
The entire area had transformed as if a formation from the mythical age had unfolded!
“A formation… Good. Excellent.”
Yeo Ha-ryun glanced around once, then fixed his gaze ahead.
Archduke Gunbaekgeom, with scales protruding up to his neck, stood there.
“You won’t need to count numbers. You’ve already resolved to kill in Bidong.”
Yeo Ha-ryun looked down at his enemy with arrogance.
His appearance was exactly like a protagonist from a martial arts novel, causing Jin Cheon-hee’s heart to race slightly.
Yet he steadied himself and continued watching.
He had no doubt that Yeo Ha-ryun would win, but the current situation was grave.
He watched the two silently and continued his thoughts.
Afterward.
How the Hyeolseonggyo would respond, and what would happen if the Gungju’s position was stripped.
As he pondered thus, the two drew closer to each other.
“A mere lackey of the Demonic Sect dares…?”
“Then die.”
“You will die! Filthy lackey of the Demonic Sect!”
Two absolute masters unleashed their energy.
* * *
‘This is… an odd sensation.’
I could observe the duel between the two of them.
However, I myself was engulfed in a sensation as if I both existed and did not exist in this world.
I could not interfere with them, and even my own form seemed to have been erased.
I could make no sound, send no telepathic messages.
I had become a perfect observer and witness.
This must be the mystery that the Guardian Sect’s holy ground possessed.
‘As expected, knowledge from novels alone has its limits.’
Coming to the North Sea Ice Palace this time, I realized it profoundly.
A future that had changed differently from Jicheon Cheonma.
Moreover, since Jicheon Cheonma was not such a kind novel, the surrounding world was not properly described.
The Kingdom of Aisha.
And almost nothing was mentioned about the history of the North Sea Ice Palace or the lives of those who dwelled there.
Because of this, I could not know what kind of place this Guardian Sect was. So I could not understand what this phenomenon was either.
But one thing was certain.
I believed that Yeo Ha-ryun would win.
Because he’s the protagonist!
‘The problem comes after that.’
I watched the duel with that thought in mind.
* * *
‘Arrogant. How dare this fool.’
Yes. Merely a frog in a well.
‘Should I tear out his organs? Shatter his bones?’
That was not my brother’s preference.
My brother did not interfere in my affairs, but still, it would not be good to show him that I enjoyed killing itself.
‘That’s true. So then…’
I would snap his neck lightly.
‘Let me break his neck.’
Yeo Ha-ryun’s hair stood on end.
Cheon Sal-seong’s ferocious killing intent spread infinitely.
The slayer sent by heaven stretched and rose to his feet.
It became one with his original will, and true power was born.
Death itself.
If one were to call the void of nothingness black, then Yeo Ha-ryun’s Cheonma Divine Art approached an endless blackness.
A power that kills all living things.
This was fundamentally a different kind of power from the Cheonma True Qi that originated from the Cheonma Divine Art.
It flowed from within him, and that power was infinite.
A source of power that grew stronger the more people he killed.
Even I, an avid reader of Jicheon Cheonma, who had mastered the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong and even plundered the imperial treasury, could not properly understand this power.
Yes.
In a way, this could be compared to the imperial bloodline ability that flows through Boggi’s veins.
An endless desire to kill someone, yet with that very thought alone, each of my senses awakens anew.
Strangely, my brother views it as a kind of mental illness befitting Ilgwang and pities me for it.
Yet in the Gangho, both enemies and allies alike revered me.
What makes this power even more terrifying is that when it merges with martial arts, its might becomes truly horrifying!
“Die.”
I call this the ‘Slaughter God’.
Another self, yet a unified self.
I once doubted whether I could even call it myself, but it’s fine.
My brother accepted that as well.
Then I had no reason to hesitate either.
With the Slaughter God’s words, a step forward is taken.
Heavenly Demon’s Supremacy Step.
Simultaneously, formless energy crushed down upon the Young Lord.
It was not merely pressing down. While pressing, it pulverized.
The North Sea Ice Palace’s Young Lord’s garments were instantly shredded to pieces,
and formless energy collided with his scales, sending sound reverberating through the air.
Crash!
Sparks flew. At the same time, the Young Lord’s entire body turned pure white.
The Ice White Divine Art’s protective inner energy!
That form, like a human made of ice, was blocking my power.
* * *
‘Equal to Ha-ryun…’
My head spins from the shock.
The North Sea Ice Palace’s Young Lord.
This man called Gunbaekgeom, now possessing a blood dragon body, was certainly someone who had died and been revived.
When he died, his corpse sustained no damage, and since it was frozen by the North Sea Ice Palace’s eternal ice, it had been preserved perfectly.
But even so, questions remain.
After all, isn’t he a dead man?
The scars I saw in the ice back then were undoubtedly sword marks left by my Master.
Once, while watching my Master sleep briefly, a candy box I had brought as a gift was sliced in half.
When I got injured at the same time as Jin Cheon-hee, I realized just how sharp my Master’s sword marks were.
If one received wounds of that degree, the internal organs would be beyond mention.
Even if it appeared fine on the surface, it would be impossible for the body to function properly inside.
‘The scars that remained on my arm were deeper than they appeared. Even though it was just a graze, it was like that.’
Surprisingly, the blood that flowed out was less than the wound suggested.
Perhaps the sword had taken on that temperament—disliking blood from others staining the body and finding it bothersome to even collect corpses.
Back then, it was a strike thrown unconsciously upon waking.
But during the Hyeolrin Gwangssal, my Master must have drawn the sword with the intention of truly killing him.
I know how terrifying that sword strike was.
A sword wound of that magnitude would make it impossible for the body to function properly, even if the person survived.
‘And yet he moves about so freely. How should I even describe such a realm?’
The Young Lord now was likely stronger than my Master in his younger days.
Was this the secret of the Hyeolseonggyo’s Hyeolryong Body?
An ultimate alchemy capable of reviving even the dead.
‘Damn it. If one possessed such power, they should use it to save people instead….’
Applied to medicine, it would surely hold infinite possibilities.
Yet those bastards use it to kill people and offer them as sacrifices.
The Doctor’s heart was torn.
Being fundamentally different from a warrior, his reasons for anger were somewhat different as well.
Even as I ground my teeth, I watched Yeo Ha-ryun’s battle unfold in tense silence.

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