Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 615

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Chapter 615
A clear, ringing voice.
As the door creaked open, the girl I had seen yesterday walked in with light, graceful steps.
I recognized her face immediately.
Well, the face I had seen yesterday, anyway.
‘Wait… Hyeon-a?’
The girl slowly removed the thin mask covering her face. Then Cheonmyeon Hori’s visage was revealed.
Sama Hyeon simply restructured her bone structure and returned to her original form.
“Cheonmyeon Hori?!”
“I am Gwang Myeon-hori, the Deputy Leader of Hao-mun. It is an honor to meet the esteemed seniors of Gangho.”
Sama Hyeon corrected her own alias, but that wasn’t the important part.
Everyone gasped in astonishment.
“The Deputy Leader of Hao-mun?!”
“How dare you come to this Martial Arts Alliance on the eve of the Righteous-Heterodox Great Battle?!”
I opened my eyes wide in shock.
‘So this is what you meant by having some business to take care of while you’re here?’
Someone shouted loudly.
“A Heterodox Faction lackey dares enter the heart of the Righteous Faction! You’ve truly lost your mind!”
“Everyone, what are you waiting for! Seize that bastard!”
At that moment, Jegalling swung his fan and struck a distant gong.
The sound created by the wind pressure alone caused everyone to fall silent momentarily.
“Our Baekrin Medical Guild has formed a new organization together with the Gongseon Family, the Namgung Family, the Bota Clan, and Hao-mun. Therefore, I have specially invited the Deputy Leader of Hao-mun for this purpose.”
“What do you mean?!”
“The name of our organization is the Five Principles Society. We named it so because five factions unite as one.”
‘The Five Principles Society!? Is it because the emblems representing each faction form a circle? Five factions…’
As a modern person, the Olympic rings come to mind first, but Master probably wouldn’t know about that.
As soon as word spread that major Righteous Faction sects were withdrawing, chaos erupted.
Following Jegalling’s signal, the representatives of three factions—the Namgung Family, the Bota Clan, and the Gongseon Family—stood from their seats.
“Our main house and sect hereby withdraw from the Martial Arts Alliance. Meng Zhu and esteemed fellow warriors of Gangho, we thank you for all your support.”
As if they had rehearsed it beforehand, they all spoke in unison.
“Betrayal!!”
“What is the meaning of this! The Righteous-Heterodox Great Battle is upon us! What in the world is happening?!”
“Hao-mun is joining the Five Principles Society?! Those Heterodox Faction bastards…?!”
In the midst of this chaos, Master alone laughed with delight.
Like a demon.
Even I was dumbfounded.
‘…The Five Principles Society? The Five Principles Society? Did Master create this while I was away at the North Sea? What? Wait.’
All the training I had done with the Gongseon, Bota, and Golden Blood Hall had been for this very moment.
The Namgung Family had boarded at the last moment after we defeated Hyeolseonggyo together.
‘Wow, this is… wait.’
Only the Sadoren and the Martial Arts Alliance had been the great coalitions in the light until now.
If the Five Wheels Assembly were to emerge here….
Could it be….
Jegalling opened his mouth.
“I, Jegalling, have pondered deeply for the peace and tranquility of Gangho, and thus conceived a method to prevent the Great Righteous-Heterodox War.”
“When have you ever concerned yourself with the peace and tranquility of Gangho!”
“Hyeolrin Gwangssal has annihilated countless sects—and you speak of his peace and tranquility!!”
Ignoring the blood-soaked words of each faction’s representatives, Jegalling continued.
“In any case, what I created through such deliberation is precisely this. Is it not similar to what my ancestor once did?”
At those words, I found myself speaking without thinking.
“The Tripartite Division of the Realm.”
At my words, everyone’s gaze turned toward me.
Jegalling narrowed his eyes as he regarded his disciple, then continued.
“Precisely so. If balance is achieved, the Great Righteous-Heterodox War shall not occur.”
My eyes widened.
It was the clear answer to that question I had agonized over and nearly abandoned in despair.
The meaning behind Master’s words that he would become a dam for me.
“M-Master….”
“….”
Master did not answer.
He merely gazed disapprovingly at his disciple’s severed pinky finger.
“Silence! Everyone, be quiet! Quiet, I say!”
The Meng Zhu cried out even with a lion’s roar, yet the hall did not settle in the slightest.
Jegalling laughed heartily as he observed Ak-jin’s rotten expression.
“Hahahaha! Then, esteemed martial artists of the Martial Arts Alliance, I look forward to our continued cooperation.”
With those words, he turned and walked out.
I hurried after Master without thinking.
The representatives of the Namgung Family, the Bota Clan, the Gongseon Family, and even Sama Hyeon followed in our wake.
“Quiet! Everyone be quiet!”
“Argh, a Heart Demon!”
“That cursed Hyeolrin has finally struck! Cough!”
“Doctor, call a doctor! The Elder is coughing blood from a Heart Demon!”
“Hyeolrin, you traitor!”
“Everyone be quiet! Please, I beg you, be quiet!”
Leaving the Martial Arts Alliance in chaos behind us.
Master wore an expression of joy like that of a young child.
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Three days had passed.
We parted ways after promising to meet again with everyone soon enough.
Particularly with Sama Hyeon—it seemed we would meet again before long.
“Gaga, I have matters to attend to with the Five Wheels Society, so I’ll visit soon~”
The real discussion about money would begin from that point onward.
And so I returned home riding a horse alongside my Master.
Yoo Ho rode his own horse, while Hwang-gu walked alongside the animals.
Noeji was grooming feathers atop my head.
Late spring sunlight streamed down pleasantly. Soon it would grow hot.
We discovered a scenic spot and decided to rest for a moment.
Gazing at the white spring blossoms, I spoke.
“Master, over there…”
“What is it?”
“The Heavenly Trifold Division truly seems remarkable. I could never have imagined such a thing.”
Jegalling narrowed his eyes as he looked at his disciple.
No matter how he looked at it, this wretch seemed to be scheming to appease his Master’s anger.
I felt embarrassed and continued.
“Well… the announcement ceremony was quite impressive too.”
“Indeed. Originally, I had planned to send a letter.”
“Did I go to the Martial Arts Alliance without your permission, Master?”
“A disciple with a severed finger didn’t wait for his Master to return—he rushed out to handle it himself.”
As a result, I had vented my fury not only on the Hyeolseonggyo but also on the Martial Arts Alliance, though Jegalling paid it no mind.
After all, it was those wretches who had sent my disciple to the North Sea Ice Palace in the first place.
I had intended to implement the Heavenly Trifold Division more gently, but eventually everything became tiresome.
There was no need to be so gentle for their sake.
They were the ones who sent my disciple to the North Sea Ice Palace and caused him to lose a finger.
They deserved whatever bitter medicine came their way.
I had sliced through the Martial Arts Alliance with the intention of sending several of them into demonic possession.
The effect was excellent. Indeed, those who had severed their meridians were in complete chaos.
“Master… well… hehehehe…”
On the way back after setting fires among the Martial Arts Alliance Leader and the various sects.
My disciple was carefully gauging his Master’s mood, unsure how to soothe his anger.
And so this was the flattery he resorted to.
‘Damn brat.’
If this was all the karmic retribution of the Hyeolrin Gwangssal…
Jegalling cursed inwardly.
Why did my disciple harbor such a ridiculous ideal as martial arts peace?
It would have been better if he had pursued becoming the strongest under heaven instead.
‘Let me rephrase the question. Hope, why among all possible goals did I take a fancy to you, who desires something as absurd as martial arts peace, and accept you as my disciple, bearing this karmic fire?’
I laughed.
“Hehehehe. Master, you truly are remarkable!”
I almost pinched those annoying cheeks, but held back.
I asked again.
“Master, how did you come up with such a brilliant strategy?”
At least that fellow returned home safely.
Seeing his face, my irritation eased a little.
So this is why masters in Gangho lose their minds in their twilight years over a single disciple.
Jegalling pondered.
“It’s nothing special. The Bota Clan and Gongseon Family expanded their power significantly through cooperation with us. That was only possible because the collaboration generated enormous profits.”
“Well… yes, that’s true.”
“And who created that? None other than you, you brat.”
“Hehe, it’s all thanks to Master.”
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jegalling pinched Jin Cheon-hee’s cheek.
“Aaaagh! M… Master!”
Savoring his disciple’s cry, Jegalling continued.
“I tempted the Namgung Family with the promise of such profits, and simultaneously provided them with considerable financial aid.”
When Jegalling released the pressure from his fingers, Jin Cheon-hee quickly escaped.
“I knew we cooperated on some ventures. But financial aid?”
“In crude terms, I lent them money. With it, they hired a large number of ronin who had trained in the Yeonmu City.”
“Hiring ronin!”
This fellow was certainly surprised, but not to this degree. Surely he wasn’t that shocked.
Obviously, he was exaggerating deliberately, jingling about to entertain his master.
Yet knowing this, I didn’t dislike it.
Jegalling continued.
“The Gongseon Family’s Liaoning Province, our Jiangsu Province, and the Bota Clan’s Zhejiang Province—all border the sea, do they not?”
“Yes, that’s right!”
“The Namgung Family’s domain, Anhui Province, is positioned to the left of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. While the Namgung Family is certainly strong, geographically their position protrudes somewhat awkwardly, does it not?”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee nodded.
“Geographically, yes.”
“Right. So we had no choice but to supplement their military forces. The Namgung Family’s warrior count is known to be around fifteen hundred. Add just two thousand ronin to that, and you have a number that would require two or three major sects to contend with. That’s a decisive balance of power.”
“Wow…”
“You still lack as a strategist. Because you focus only on saving lives, you cannot see the bigger picture.”
“Master.”
“You’ve already drawn all the smaller pieces. I merely arranged those fragments more favorably.”
“I simply wish war wouldn’t happen at all.”
“Superior force prevents war. Now the Martial Arts Alliance will fear the devastation of a righteous-heterodox war, and the Demonic Sect will worry whether we might strike them from behind.”
Jegalling was a realist.
Not to say Jin Cheon-hee was an idealist, but certainly his perspective on humanity held more warmth than Jegalling’s.
‘That’s why this child is a doctor to his very bones. Not a man of Gangho.’
He kept choosing dangerous paths, treading precariously, and ultimately lost a finger.
I could not know how much further he would stumble.
How many more times he would collide and shatter himself.
And so, if that were the case. Then that path.
‘I need to push it all away.’
So I decided to flatten the surrounding area.
Mountains, thorny trees—I’d bulldoze it all so this child wouldn’t get hurt as badly.
Of course, all the gravel, wine bottles, and glass shards beneath would be crushed to powder, but what did I care?
My disciple was about to tumble and break himself.
While I was at it, I flattened the Martial Arts Alliance as well.
For the Heterodox Faction, I succeeded in persuading the Golden King of the Golden Blood Hall and Hao Munzhu.
I extracted Hao-mun from the Sadoren and pushed them down.
“Since Hao-mun has completely withdrawn from the Sadoren… they’ll be shaken considerably.”
If I couldn’t change my disciple, I’d have to change the world instead.
“The Demonic Sect Leader Sulche must be quite upset.”
Whether that damned old man’s blood pressure rose or not was none of Jegalling’s concern.
Jegalling spoke calmly.
“With this, the tripartite division of the realm is complete. At least for several years, Gangho will remain peaceful.”
“Master, that’s amazing!”
Seeing my eyes sparkle intentionally, Jegalling ultimately couldn’t help himself and grabbed my cheek again.
“Aaahhhhh!”
“Hehehehe. You need to reach my level soon enough… so you won’t lose fingers like that while running around with your own body, hmm?”
And then.
Click—
The metallic sound came in an instant.
“Master… what are these shackles?”
“Eternal Iron shackles.”
What was placed on my hands were shackles made of Eternal Iron.
A ring was connected to the end of the chain, and Master held the ring.
“Isn’t this like escorting a criminal?”
Watching my disciple thrash about and glow with indignation, Jegalling laughed helplessly.
“Be grateful I didn’t do this while walking through the Martial Arts Alliance. I spared you that for your dignity.”
“You want me to go home like this?”
Really, if this fool would just stop tumbling, that would be the end of it.
If my disciple would simply abandon his ambitions and live quietly with Master at Baekrin Uiseon, that would be all.
But stopping this fool was impossible for Jegalling.
“M-Master. Who makes something like this out of precious Eternal Iron? Usually they forge swords!”
“True. After calculating, I found this seemed better for my disciple’s survival than a sword.”
Jin Cheon-hee grumbled.
Jegalling knew too. That this wouldn’t stop the fool from tumbling.
But.
“Are you really going to drag me like this?”
“Yes. My final venting of frustration.”
Jegalling looked back at his disciple.
The most peculiar person in the world.

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