Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 602

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Chapter 602
In the current situation, confining the Gungju would be politically better than killing him.
That way, the Holy Maiden wouldn’t have to bear the disgrace of killing her father out of lust for power.
If other sects training at the North Sea Ice Palace learned of this, they could brand her as a cruel, unfilial wretch who murdered her own father, the Palace Master.
‘If luck turns sour, a branch family could claim legitimacy and stage a coup.’
In this sword-wielding Confucian world, such things were possible.
-Hear me, you unfilial dog who even killed your own father! Did you covet the North Sea Ice Palace so much! I, who once received kindness from the Palace Master, have come to repay that debt! I am Lord So-and-so, a distant relative by marriage!
‘Heh, I’ve already read dozens of martial arts novels with this exact scenario.’
Colluding with Hyeolseonggyo to drain the blood and sweat of the common people?
No one listens to excuses from an unfilial wretch who defies the natural order.
It doesn’t really matter about gratitude—if someone comes with a justification to kill her and seize the North Sea Ice Palace Master’s position, there’s no answer to that.
This is why the Gangho fears righteousness so much.
‘Damn this dog-eat-dog Gangho world. Sigh. I should capture her alive if possible.’
In this realm, even if limbs are shattered and the dantian sealed, if someone lives, it counts as confinement.
That was when it happened.
“So it was Hyeolseonggyo after all. I suspected as much from this eerie aura and the corpses….”
“Has the North Sea Ice Palace colluded with Hyeolseonggyo?”
“Unknown. But if this is true, we must inform Sadoren as soon as possible. However… Ah! There’s the North Sea Ice Palace’s Gungju.”
A voice rang out, and a group entered.
The Holy Maiden and the Prince, excluding Yeo Ha-ryun and Gongseon Yeong who were fighting the Gungju.
Finally, Jin Cheon-hee’s gaze turned toward them.
‘Iron Martial Sect Leader? No, why is a heterodox spy disguised as Sadoren here?!’
Members of Sadoren had appeared at this place.
Though only six in number, each one appeared to be a formidable master.
‘The battle with the North Sea Ice Palace martial artists at the palace entrance surely hasn’t ended yet… Did only those specializing in infiltration come? But why at this timing….’
That was when Jin Cheon-hee realized it.
‘Another faction of the heterodox sects stole Yeo Ha-ryun’s letter!’
-Regardless, I know my brother desires peace, but there’s nothing I can do. Iron Martial Sect Leader has already handled everything.
-The second mission given to me was essentially just a formality. I received no proper intelligence. I apologize.
I recalled the memory of him explaining briefly about the power struggles among the Soegooju.
‘Yeo Ha-ryun intercepted the letter he sent to the heterodox sects and devised a scheme on the spot. What’s his intention?’
The answer came before he could even blink.
‘Ah! He’s trying to frame them. To falsely accuse Hyeolseonggyo and the North Sea Ice Palace of joining hands… No. They actually did join hands.’
The result was the Gungju raging madly over there.
Sadoren… No. The heterodox spy Iron Martial Sect Leader intended to exploit this.
And for them, the best choice was singular.
Control of the North Sea Ice Palace by the heterodox sects!
That Soegooju over there has quite sharp reflexes.
Jin Cheon-hee organized his thoughts.
1. Sadoren is facing the Jeongsa Great War, and this place is too far to reach.
2. Moreover, this place is essentially the territory of King Aisha’s kingdom, so it’s difficult for Sadoren to do much of anything here.
That’s the current state of affairs.
Next comes prediction.
The conclusion.
3. So we spread rumors through Sadoren that the North Sea Ice Palace joined hands with Hyeolseonggyo, and the Demonic Sect takes control.
‘Then the Empire’s martial artists will turn their attention to the chaos outside the court. They’ll be busy enough with the Imperial Struggle alone!’
When my thoughts reached that point.
Crash!
The Gungju flew through the air and crashed down beside where the Young Lord lay dead.
And then the Gungju fell silent.
By sensing his qi, he wasn’t dead.
But his vital energy had depleted, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
[His strength kept fading. I kept him alive for a moment because of Hyeong.]
‘Well done, Ha-ryun! But that word “for a moment” is bothering me for some reason?’
Could he be planning to confine him briefly, then have a Masked Person suddenly appear one day and stab him to death in an accident?
While I was thinking that.
“Jin Sogakju! What are you doing here? Are you also connected to Hyeolseonggyo?”
Iron Martial Sect Leader threw the question at me.
“How presumptuous. This is the inner sanctum of our palace. How dare you, who weren’t even invited, enter this place?”
The Holy Maiden stepped forward.
‘The Holy Maiden… she’s strong. Her homeland and father are falling apart like this, yet she endures.’
The Holy Maiden deliberately fixed Iron Martial Sect Leader with a cold gaze.
“Hyeolseonggyo is a public enemy regardless of faction. We of Sadoren merely came to help when we learned of this calamity befalling our allied North Sea Ice Palace.”
“Then withdraw. We have no need for your assistance.”
To those words, Iron Martial Sect Leader responded with a languid voice.
“Well now… Holy Maiden. You’re not the representative of the North Sea Ice Palace, are you? I should hear the answer from that blood-soaked Gungju over there.”
At Iron Martial Sect Leader’s words, the five behind him drew their swords.
And from those blades, powerful qi began flowing in torrents.
Five supreme masters at the Hwagyeong realm!?
Iron Martial Sect Leader himself being the leader, so he must also be Hwagyeong!
That’s an absurd amount of power!
As I was shocked by this, the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong and Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence detected something amiss.
Their qi flow wasn’t smooth, and their muscle movements were strange.
‘Ah. They’re not Hwagyeong. They’re at the peak of the realm, but… they’re forcing their qi out through some shortcut. Some kind of trick. An incomplete Hwagyeong. Or should I call it a half-baked Hwagyeong…? Anyway, how do I resolve this situation?’
The Holy Maiden was drawing up her energy, clearly furious.
The Prince and Gongseon Yeong were the same.
They were purely enraged by this situation.
Countless people had died because of Hyeolseonggyo, and the battle that was nearly a civil war at the entrance of the Ice Palace still hadn’t ended.
Yet.
There were those who pursued selfish desires and thrust their spoons into the pot.
They invoked the name of Hyeolseonggyo as justification, but in reality, it was clear they were fabricating a pretext to strike the weakened North Sea Ice Palace.
“What kind of jackals are these!”
Gongseon Yeong shouted.
Prince Han-bing cried out as well.
“Has the way of Gangho fallen to the ground? To call the weak as villains and seize their territory—what kind of principle is this!”
Iron Martial Sect Leader responded to those words.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying. What I’m curious about is whether the North Sea Ice Palace Master, who represents the North Sea Ice Palace, directly joined hands with Hyeolseonggyo! If that’s the case, then we of Sadoren have essentially planted a spy of Hyeolseonggyo!”
At those words, the Holy Maiden gritted her teeth.
The North Sea Ice Palace was her father’s sect.
No matter how much of a Holy Maiden she was, that position was merely that of a religious leader.
She held no representative authority as a sect.
Gongseon Yeong spoke.
“What nonsense! Give them an inch and they take a mile!”
Gongseon Yeong, with his experience in Gangho, instead of explaining one by one, simply bellowed and drew his blade.
There was no point in arguing with words—that was a losing battle.
Beat them down first, then have Jin Cheon-hee mediate as he saw fit.
That was the way of Gangho.
In truth, if Gongseon Yeong, Jin Cheon-hee, and Yeo Ha-ryun were combined, even if they wielded Ganggi—that supreme destructive force—it wouldn’t be difficult to handle them.
But Jin Cheon-hee didn’t answer; he only thought and thought again.
His mind was like a maze filled with fog.
Jin Cheon-hee himself knew the reason.
He had resolved to kill anyone from Hyeolseonggyo.
But the opponent was Sadoren and the Demonic Sect’s agents.
As a doctor and a modern person, he didn’t want to commit unnecessary murder.
Moreover.
‘They’re not just some heterodox faction—they’re emissaries of Sadoren. If I strike them down, Baekrin Medical Guild will bear the full burden.’
The problem was that the pretext they brought was Hyeolseonggyo.
And the fact that Gungju had truly colluded with Hyeolseonggyo was another problem.
Just like when they tormented Master.
These father and son were truly tiresome.
‘How am I supposed to clean up this mess?’
So he deliberated and pondered.
In reality, barely a blink of time had passed, but inside Jin Cheon-hee’s mind, countless smaller versions of himself whispered and debated what lay ahead.
Then.
“Krraaaaaaaaaaa!”
Gungju rose up.
Neither Sadoren’s group nor the Holy Maiden and Jin Cheon-hee’s party had noticed what state Gungju was in, as they were focused on each other.
Only when they heard the anguished cry and the sound of Gungju rising did they turn their gaze toward him.
There stood Gungju, drenched in blood, and beneath him lay the corpse of the Young Lord—withered, drained of all vitality and color.
The fresh blood flowing from the Young Lord’s body clung to his father Gungju of its own accord and was absorbed into him.
The blood itself writhed and seeped in like slime from some old fantasy novel!
Everyone gasped at this grotesque spectacle.
What on earth is that…?
“My son! My soooon! Hyeolseonggyo! You have broken your promise!”
The Gungju’s cry, having lost his son once more, shook the palace interior.
Within terrible madness, he gazed around with blood-red eyes.
“Kehehehe. Yes… I suspected as much. I suspected it… Huh… hahahaha. Hahahaha. That’s right. That’s riiight.”
The Gungju’s body began to transform.
Jin Cheon-hee sighed as he watched the Gungju.
‘Damn it. This situation is a mess. Why do martial arts clichés never change? A transformation like this?’
Saving lives is this difficult, Ha-ryun.
But having come this far, I can’t capture him alive. This has to end in death.
Behind us is Sadoren. Ahead is the rampaging Gungju.
Which one should I deal with first?
“A demon! Strike down the Hyeolseonggyo’s lackey!”
The Sadoren warriors, who had taken combat stances while radiating their martial force, tried to move in response to the Iron Martial Sect Leader’s cry.
But.
The Gungju was faster.
“Grrrrr! Die!”
‘Fast!’
He leaped in a single bound, soaring over Jin Cheon-hee and the Holy Maiden’s group to reach Sadoren.
He must have reacted to the killing intent radiating from Sadoren’s warriors!
His speed was such that no one except Yeo Ha-ryun and Jin Cheon-hee himself could react!
Crack—
The sound of a living human being frozen in real time echoed out.
One of Sadoren’s warriors, struck by the Gungju’s devastating extreme yin energy from the Bing Baek Divine Art, had become a statue of ice.
The martial force he had been unleashing was utterly useless against the Gungju’s Bing Baek Divine Art!
‘As expected. A half-baked Hwagyeong realm is unstable.’
Observing it coldly, Jin Cheon-hee used telepathic transmission.
[Holy Maiden.]
[Yes. I understand.]
The Holy Maiden answered as if she already knew what Jin Cheon-hee was about to say.
She understood despite him only calling her name.
The Holy Maiden closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, only a cold expression dwelt within them.
[Please… take care of Father.]
At the Holy Maiden’s words, Jin Cheon-hee moved toward the rampaging Gungju.
Then.
[I will do it. Hyeong.]
[No. There’s no need to soil your hands.]
“I’m not entirely sure about your plans, but I suspect the reason you’re taking up the sword yourself like this is because you’re trying to bear the karma alone. You always insist on shouldering the difficult burdens yourself.”
Jin Cheon-hee neither affirmed nor denied this.
However, Yeo Ha-ryun spoke with conviction.
“It’s better if I do it. I’ve already consulted with Ilkana, my strategist, about this.”
“Ilkana? What do you mean by that…?”
Wasn’t she the light and salt of middle management—the one who constantly called Jin Cheon-hee a “mad brother”?
‘So you’ve finally started consulting with your strategist?’
Before Jin Cheon-hee could even ask back.
The Gungju, who had just turned two enemies into ice sculptures and was about to assault a third.
Yeo Ha-ryun unleashed his killing intent toward him.
Black qi blazed and rippled across his entire body like flames.

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