Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 622

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Chapter 622
‘This is insane… the concept behind it.’
I let out a sigh.
‘To use it properly, I need to reach the realm of Shimmoo?’
Even if I didn’t know how to use Shimmoo Jeolgi, I at least needed to understand the concept behind it.
What madman would go to such lengths just to extend their lifespan?
‘In the end, it all comes down to the heart.’
Setting aside the complexity of manipulating inner energy, I had to twist reality itself using the power of Shimmoo and apply it to my body.
And then I had to apply that to my physical form.
‘This is like a three-line summary of a math chapter—to actually execute it, I need to master complex, multifaceted processes and concepts.’
If I could master this completely, I could even reattach severed limbs.
Perhaps regeneration might even be possible from the severed parts themselves.
‘But I still can’t regenerate my pinky finger.’
It was the price I paid for turning back time, so even this was a difficult situation.
However, combining these two martial arts with Yeokgeun Sesuggyeong would allow me to cling to life and crawl back even from a battle where death seemed certain.
‘Right now my mastery is still shallow… but if I were to achieve great success, would I gain regenerative abilities like a troll from a video game?’
Just being able to ignore minor residual wounds that inevitably occur in combat and continue wielding my sword would be an enormous advantage.
In a way, this is what a berserker warrior would look like.
‘I might even be able to unleash purely offensive martial arts… and even if I were to perform Donggwi Eojin, if I survive and return, then it wouldn’t truly be Donggwi Eojin.’
After entertaining this somewhat chilling thought, I shook my head.
‘But I still couldn’t perform Donggwi Eojin against that Hyeolseon Gyoju.’
Human life might be considered precious, but in this martial world, a human life is worth less than a fly.
If the difference in heart-understanding is overwhelming, no matter how many times you attempt Donggwi Eojin, you won’t even land a single strike.
‘That’s right. Learning this isn’t just to increase my survival rate—there’s another real purpose behind it.’
I would refine it and transmit it to the Baekrin Group.
Of course, it would be impossible for them to fully execute it without reaching Shimmoo Jeolgi.
But at least they could achieve rapid hemostasis and survive long enough to return—that much was entirely feasible.
Above all, I had worried it might be a demonic art, but it turned out to be a legitimate martial technique, just difficult to learn.
That was when it happened.
Footsteps echoed softly.
I heard the sound of footsteps.
I slowly opened my eyes, ending my meditation.
“Master?”
“Are you learning the secret techniques obtained from the Imperial Palace Archives?”
“Yes. I’m studying the essence and breaking down the principles.”
I had naturally shared all the secret techniques from the Imperial Palace Archives with my Master as well.
Several months had passed since I returned to the Medical Guild, and my Master Jegalling was also learning and applying those martial arts through his own enlightenment.
But now that my disciple had surpassed Hwagyeong, the Master would not offer advice or instruction first.
If the disciple asked, I would naturally answer, but from this point forward, the process of learning and realizing things oneself became far more important.
I spoke.
“I thought there would be some exaggeration. But it turned out to be genuine, surprisingly.”
“It’s the sort of thing that holds a place of honor in the Imperial Palace’s collection. You picked it well. My disciple’s discernment has grown to that extent.”
“Hehe.”
“The Immortal Divine Art has been lost for ages, so the Gangho abandoned it long ago. And especially the Heavenly Dragon Art—the name is amusing, but it too qualifies as a divine art of the highest order.”
“Really?”
I knew it wasn’t easy to hear the words “divine art of the highest order” from my Master’s lips.
My Master nodded.
“Yes. Vital energy is normally invisible, but it’s based on blood vessels and muscles. However, this Heavenly Dragon Art contains methods that affect bones and nerves as well. That’s why it claims to regenerate severed limbs, and it actually seems possible.”
“It’s a different method from the Hyeolseon’s regeneration.”
“You’ve already grasped the essence of it, yet you speak as if you haven’t. However, such martial arts require reaching the level of transcendent martial arts to be possible. Since it has no effect as external technique, it went unnoticed and was lost to time.”
I nodded.
‘If secret techniques could be graded and evaluated like papers and achievements, this would surely rank among the highest.’
But understanding this was extraordinarily difficult, and without external technique applications, it was even harder to gain attention.
I couldn’t know who wrote this, but it was Heavenly Spring Dragon, not Heavenly Dragon.
They’d even attached a lizard to it, so who would ever read this?
“Master, could this possibly help you overcome the Nine Yin Severed Meridians and achieve rebirth?”
At those words, Jegalling shook his head.
“The Nine Yin Severed Meridians is not so simple. It’s true that your treatment has made my body considerably stronger, but not to the degree of achieving rebirth.”
I nodded with concern.
‘As expected. The Nine Yin Severed Meridians is indeed a Heavenly Punishment.’
Still, with martial arts at my Master’s level, there was plenty he could accomplish without needing rebirth.
Jegalling smiled gently at his worried disciple.
“Even so, it should prove helpful.”
“That’s a relief!”
The wind blew.
My Master’s silver hair billowed greatly.
Within the bamboo grove.
My Master spoke, breathing in the deep fragrance.
“In that sense, you would do well even if I left you alone, but I thought I’d offer guidance today.”
“Yes!”
“Your transcendent martial arts techniques are Benevolence and Life and Death Wisdom. However….”
My Master opened his fan with elegant grace.
It was remarkable. Even the simple act of opening a fan carried an air of nobility about this man that set him apart from ordinary people.
Whether it was innate dignity from birth, or the natural bearing cultivated from childhood in the Sega, I couldn’t say.
Along with a peculiar pressure, Jegalling continued.
“…Both of your transcendent martial arts techniques are too focused on striking after the opponent moves. It’s a habit born from your reluctance to injure your opponent… but that alone is insufficient.”
At those words, I thought.
‘Striking after the opponent moves—a paradoxical term from martial arts novels meaning to move later but suppress first.’
It was one of the most commonly used techniques in soft-style martial arts, redirecting the opponent’s force to use against them.
That was right.
The truth of striking first after the opponent is actually a counter technique!
‘The essence of striking first after the opponent is to launch counter attacks in response to the enemy’s movements… My martial arts techniques work the same way.’
Softness overcomes hardness.
In a way, wasn’t this principle aligned with striking first after the opponent?
My Master spoke.
“Come at me then.”
He spoke while waving a fan without even holding a sword.
“Understood, Master.”
I picked up the wooden sword planted in the Training Ground.
The disciple gently closed the distance with my Master.
Jegalling let out a slight exclamation of admiration at the sight.
The movements were smoother than expected.
What I had learned at the North Sea Ice Palace was unclear, but my footwork had become even more fluid.
“Your footwork is your strength. Especially the way you glide and move so gracefully is closer to a fish than a person… but still.”
My Master’s fan folded shut.
Thwack!
The wooden sword was blocked by the fan’s edge.
‘I was definitely aiming for a blind spot?’
Good sensing alone wasn’t enough.
My eyes blazed with a brilliant blue light.
Transcendent Martial Arts Life and Death Wisdom.
Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence.
Though it was a wooden sword, it carried a sharpness keen enough to cut steel.
In the slowed time, my sword continued to thrust forward, claiming each direction of defense.
Jegalling was startled seeing my sword transform so rapidly.
‘Growing this quickly!’
The achievement far exceeded what had been anticipated.
My Master began blocking my sword strikes with his fan.
Tap, tap-tap.
Clack!
“Truly impressive. In the Central Plains, there are scarcely any in the entire history of Gangho who have achieved this much at your age.”
He was sincere. Being able to use two martial arts techniques at this age was an extraordinary feat.
Yet, I was unsatisfied even by my Master’s praise, my expression crumpling.
“….”
Something felt wrong.
Clearly I was on the offensive, yet my sword couldn’t touch him.
Moreover, my Master was deliberately moving half a step slower than me.
And yet, a sensation like cutting water pressed down upon me.
In that moment.
A cool sensation was felt beneath my throat.
It was my Master’s fan.
“Gasp… How is this possible….”
He had merely brought the fan to bear without channeling a single trace of sword energy, yet it felt as though my neck would be severed.
I lowered the wooden sword.
Thud, clatter—
Watching the wooden sword roll away, my Master also put away his fan.
“If you can predict how your opponent’s body will move, you must reach a state where you use that to restrict their movements and ultimately control them.”
Those words sent shivers down my spine.
‘There were more hidden techniques in the Jegallim Family!’
This was the next secret art after the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
If that were the case, it would only be transmitted to the Gaju, wouldn’t it?
Before I could even question him, my Master continued.
“The Transcendent Martial Arts Heaven’s Net and Earth’s Snare—that is what can only be obtained by perfecting the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.”
“Am I permitted to learn this?”
Jegalling laughed at my question.
“Why would you think you couldn’t? It is transmitted to the Gaju, but throughout the Jegallim Family’s history, there are scarcely any who have mastered it.”
“Then you have perfected it, Master?”
“Can you not see it before your very eyes?”
Chills ran through me.
The man before me was a genius of this generation—no, a genius counted among the finest in the entire history of the Jegallim Family.
Without channeling a single strand of inner force, he had gently and persistently overwhelmed my martial arts realm, never once taking the upper hand unfairly.
“Predict, restrict, control… Is such a thing truly possible for humans?”
After all, aren’t warriors those who break and destroy?
“Have you not already experienced it?”
It felt as though I were being wrapped in silk.
Since when had I been controlled by Jegalling, beyond merely being predicted?
From the sword path?
I could not tell.
But now that I understood the nature of this strange helplessness, I felt only awe.
‘If his inner force had truly been channeled, no matter how skilled a swordmaster, I would have simply been drawn in and perished.’
With merely a fan, he had dismantled two martial arts realms.
I asked.
“Can I master this?”
It was a question directed at Jegalling’s genius.
“You simply do not yet know your own limits.”
Did I truly possess such potential?
I looked down at the wooden sword.
At that sight, Jegalling chuckled softly.
“All of the Central Plains know of you, yet you alone do not know yourself. I do not teach those who cannot succeed. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
For Jegalling to pass this down held such profound significance.
“I won’t disappoint you, Master.”
“If you fail to learn it, then as punishment, you’ll prepare refreshments for an entire year.”
A penalty far too trivial compared to the teaching itself.
It was the Master’s deep consideration for his disciple.
He casually transmitted to his disciple the martial arts passed only to the Gaju, and the Master remained as composed as always.
Some things cannot be conveyed through words alone.
Knowing this well.
Jin Cheon-hee wiped his eyes, which had grown misty.
“Yes!”
In the bamboo grove, the sword dance of master and disciple continued for a long time.
Each time the wind blew, the bamboo leaves made a pleasant sound.
It resembled applause at times, and the sound of a sudden downpour at others.
Within that delightful atmosphere, neither master nor disciple ceased.
The fan and wooden sword clashed and flowed together.
It was truly a beautiful day.

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