Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 700

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Chapter 700
Now that the rampage had ended, the Unbreakable Diamond Body had also loosened its grip.
Of course, compared to ordinary people, it remained several times more resilient—enough to achieve a state where blades could not pierce—but for an experienced Doctor like myself, this posed no real problem.
First, I inserted needles at various points across his body.
I corrected his vital energy pathways and used internal force to identify the nature of the metal within him.
In that moment, I immediately sensed the power of sorcery.
Uuuuung—
‘Hmm… Someone definitely tampered with this midway. It doesn’t seem to be from Hwaju Medical Institute… Is this a type of sorcery that manipulates mercury? How irritating.’
My energy directed itself toward the mercury, and it began to writhe as if alive.
An ordinary Doctor would have been at a loss here, but I was different.
“By the command of the Great Emperor of the Five Sacred Mountains, the Lord of Mount Tai. That which is born of mountains shall obey this command. That which is born of fields shall obey this command. Therefore, you small serpent, obey this command. You shall return to your original form, and you shall lose that power.”
The language of sorcery flowed from my lips.
Namgung Un’s eyes widened as he witnessed this.
‘The Five Mountains of the Great Emperor—are those the five sacred peaks called the Five Mountains of the Central Realm? I’ve heard that Mount Tai among them holds an altar called the Heavenly Sacrifice Platform, where offerings are made to the heavens.’
Therefore, the Lord of Mount Tai, the mountain deity of Mount Tai, was the supreme leader of the mountain deities, and in Daoism, he was regarded as the highest divine being.
People believed Mount Tai was a sacred place that communicated with the Heavenly Court.
For this reason, it was used as the location for the Feng Shan ceremony, the ritual through which the Son of Heaven—the Emperor—conveyed his will to the heavens.
Furthermore, Mount Tai was said to connect not only with the Heavenly Court, but also to have a passage beneath it that led to the Underworld.
Because of this, the Lord of Mount Tai was sometimes thought of as the deity who ushered the dead into the Underworld.
Though different from the Eight Kings of Hell who ruled the Underworld, he was regarded as one of the important deities who governed the cycle between death and life.
‘How on earth do you know such an incantation? My brother.’
In truth, this was thanks to the secret technique I had learned: the Underworld Summoning Order.
‘Learning the Underworld Summoning Order because of the Soul Transfer Technique has proven useful.’
An incantation to return what is twisted back to its proper place.
‘In the old days, if sorcery-related incidents occurred, cleanup would have been difficult. But now it’s possible.’
The sorcerous power dwelling in the mercury dispersed.
The writhing mercury became docile.
With the opponent’s sorcery dispelled, this technique proved remarkably useful!
‘Good. Now I just need to ensure proper rest, proper nutrition, and chelation therapy.’
Psychological issues or the matter of the Gaju learning martial arts through his body were matters beyond a Doctor’s purview.
That was the Sect Members’ responsibility to handle.
I thought to myself as much.
“But when did you learn such an incantation?”
“I learned it thinking it might aid medical practice.”
Originally, I had learned it through the Soul Transfer Technique to capture fleeing enemies, but since it now proved helpful in treatment, there was nothing false about the statement.
‘This too is saving lives—saving lives, indeed.’
I tapped my temple with my index finger.
“…You truly are remarkable, brother. By the way, is Father alright?”
“I’ll be able to assess the aftereffects of the martial arts cultivation more accurately once he awakens, but from what I can see now, he appears stable. His dantian has suffered some damage, but it should recover with treatment.”
“That che… what was it? That kind of therapy you mentioned?”
“Baekrin Cleansing Water (feat. Penicillamine).”
I stated this without batting an eye, then rose from my seat.
Namgung Un felt an indescribable complexity of emotions watching me.
As a Doctor, my skills had already reached what could be called divine medicine.
In certain fields, I might even surpass my Master, Baekrin Uiseon Jegallim.
On top of that, I could use sorcery, but what about martial prowess?
‘That sword technique that tore through Adamantine Indestructibility like paper—what exactly is it?’
And yet.
Despite all that.
Namgung Un clasped his fists in salute and bowed his head.
“Thank you. Jin. I’m truly grateful you saved Father.”
Namgung Un knew how deeply jealousy could gnaw at a person.
He acknowledged his envy honestly, but let gratitude weigh heavier still.
I observed Namgung Un for a moment.
“….”
What could he possibly be thinking?
I stared at him with my blue eyes, then spoke.
“You have a truly good character, Namgung Hyeong.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you use Gangho alone?”
After saying that, I muttered something quietly to myself, then continued.
“In any case, compared to a magnanimous person like you, a petty one like me must learn things like this just to survive in Gangho.”
“You certainly do have many enemies.”
At those words, I let out a small laugh.
‘Many enemies, indeed.’
It was true.
I had never killed anyone with murderous intent, yet for some reason, I always seemed to have many enemies.
I changed the subject.
“Right. This isn’t the time for this. It’s still chaotic outside—let’s go organize things. I’ve already provided emergency treatment, so I’ll come along to help. Ah, people are arriving now.”
Several martial artists from the Namgung Family came rushing over at the sound of the commotion.
“I’ll need to ask them to transport the patient. I should also send word to Bunta at Baekrin Uiseon.”
As I spoke, I glanced at the unconscious Baekrin Uiseon.
At that sight, Namgung Un pressed his forehead.
‘The Hwaju Medical Institute’s greatest humiliation.’
The Baekrin Uiseon’s deputy patriarch, receiving treatment from Baekrin Uiseon’s hands.
Soon all of Gangho would know.
* * *
“Die!”
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
The formless energy of the Emperor’s Sword Form materialized into tangible sword qi, grinding everything around it to dust.
Everything within a thirty-meter radius was shredded like it had been thrown into a blender, scattering in all directions.
And yet.
Namgung Ban, the elderly man who had wrought such miraculous destruction, wore a displeased expression on his face.
“Where in the world are these demons crawling out from?”
“Indeed. It seems our people have grown rather lax in discipline lately.”
Beside Namgung Ban descended a lean, handsome man in his middle years.
Namgung Jin-geon.
Vice-commander of the Dark Dragon Sword Sect.
If Namgung Ban held the position of controller and commander, this man could be called the practical operator.
“You should have done better! The fact that you discovered nothing until the enemies came directly to the main house—whose fault is that if not yours? As an intelligence organization, your discipline has grown slack!”
“I am reflecting on my failure, Uncle.”
“It’s darkest beneath the lamp. Tsk! The main house attacked directly… Heh. And not even by a warrior, but by some sorcerer wretch….”
He observed the fragments scattered about.
They were not living things.
Wooden figures assembled from timber.
And they continued to pour forth endlessly.
Not what one would call wooden puppets. Rather, wood had grown into human form and walked of its own accord.
In truth, they were not entirely human-like.
They possessed only bipedal locomotion, two arms, and a head.
With branches and leaves sprouting from various parts of their bodies, they appeared unmistakably demonic.
They were not particularly strong, but their numbers were vast.
Even now, thousands of them surrounded the Sega.
Had it not been for the formation, they would already be battering at the compound’s walls.
“Once we’ve eliminated all of these creatures, determine whether they belong to the Hyeolseon Sect.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“I shall deal with whoever appears to be the ringleader.”
“Yes? Uncle, wait—”
Boom!
Namgung Ban unleashed the Thousand-Li Courtyard’s swift-stepping technique.
Like a crane taking flight, he soared away and descended in the distance.
* * *
“It failed. What a pity. Such a pity….”
The Masked Person wearing a half-black, half-white mask sighed.
That voice sounded neither distinctly male nor female, neither clearly young nor old.
A strange and eerie voice.
Beside them, those wearing black masks rang bells and shook them.
“Let us withdraw.”
“Yes, Sub-Patriarch.”
Those wearing masks addressed the one in the black-and-white mask as Sub-Patriarch.
A peculiar title. Especially one that would have no use in the Hyeolseon Sect.
That was the moment.
“You wretched fool!”
Namgung Ban plummeted from the sky.
The Masked Person in black and white robes saw this and hurled something from their embrace with a sharp flick.
“Pacify the soul, shake the spirit—by the urgent command of law and order. Spirit, tremble. Spirit, tremble. Spirit, let it tremble.”
What was thrown consisted of multiple fragments.
The metal shards seemed to gain power from his incantation, merging in midair and transforming into a circular shield.
Boom!
Namgung Ban’s overwhelming force collided with the shield.
Yet despite the explosive power and cutting force, the shield remained pristine, while Namgung Ban was knocked backward by the impact and landed on the ground.
“To think you could block my blade. This is no ordinary shield.”
“This is one of our sect’s sacred treasures. A precious artifact refined from sunlight and moonlight bestowed by the Ilwol. A shield that can never be destroyed.”
“Ilwol? You… you’re not from the Hyeolseon Sect.”
Namgung Ban’s expression grew serious.
A demonic sect appearing here?
“I am one of the Six Demonic Families. A sub-patriarch of the Heart-Soul Ghost-Spirit Family. You may address me as Shimhon Yeong.”
The Six Demonic Families.
Six powerful clans that upheld the demonic sects.
When Yeon Won-wang was subjugated in the past, the Iron-Blood Demonic Family had hidden among the bandits and fought Jin Cheon-hee directly.
So there was a family within the Six Demonic Families that wielded such sorcery?
“The Heart-Soul Ghost-Spirit Family… I remember now. The only sorcerer family within the demonic sects. I thought your kind rarely ventured beyond the demonic realm?”
“Hehehehe. Do you not know the heavenly mandate has shifted? From the moment that Hyeolrin, who should have died, lived on, everything became twisted. By now, far more blood should have been spilled. Too many have survived.”
‘Twisted from the moment Hyeolrin, who should have died, lived on?’
While Namgung Ban pondered this question internally.
Shimhon Yeong, the sub-patriarch, opened his mouth.
“Yet it’s surprising you know of our family. We merely follow the Demon path and serve the great Cheonma. How could you possibly know this?”
“Because I fought you tens of years ago!”
With those words, Namgung Ban’s blade swept forth like a white brushstroke.
Within the sensation of the world splitting in two, the Ilwol Singyeo’s treasure blocked the strike.
Clang!
The shield held firm.
“Tsk!”
Namgung Ban clicked his tongue while Shimhon Yeong burst into laughter.
“Haha! An elder of the Righteous Faction resorting to ambush!”
“Why would I need honor against vermin like you!”
Namgung Ban rushed forward like lightning.
The momentum around him transformed into blade-like force, spreading in all directions.
“Earth generates metal! Manifest the art of Earth Generating Metal!”
Yet before Namgung Ban could close in, the sorcery was already activated.
As those lined up on either side behind Shimhon Yeong shook bells and cast their spells, dozens of metal shields erupted from the ground.
Crash!
The metallic shield and the Emperor’s Sword technique collided.
The shield shattered into fragments like meteoric debris, scattering in all directions.
Yet those pulverized fragments gathered once more, reforming into a shield.
“Truly the divine weapons of the Demonic Cult? These infuriating things!”
Namgung Ban drew upon his inner strength.
Heart Demon Breaking Technique.
Azure Sky Unobstructed Sword Method.
Azure Sky Ten Thousand Swords–!!
Sword blades erupted across all directions.
In an instant, they destroyed the shields and surged toward the sorcerers.
However.
Namgung Ban failed to notice that Shimhon Yeong was preparing a powerful incantation.
“Heaven becomes Earth, and Earth becomes Heaven once more. All things reverse their course, and what should move shall remain frozen!”
Whoosh!
Namgung Ban’s feet adhered to the ground.
Even drawing upon his inner power, he could not budge an inch, held fast by the spell.
“What!?”
“Hahahaha. I must withdraw. Your grandson and Ilgwang are arriving.”
Shimhon Yeong gestured behind him.
There, Jin Cheon-hee and Namgung Un appeared, sweeping through the enemies.
That was not all.
As Jin Cheon-hee chanted a mantra, the tree demons collapsed and fell.
“Then we shall meet again.”
With those words, the sorcerers scattered like smoke and vanished.
Namgung Ban could only glare at the empty space with fury.
Boom!
In that moment, Jin Cheon-hee hurled away an enemy attempting to ambush Namgung Ban.
“My goodness, Elder! Are you unharmed? No injuries, I trust?”
Namgung Ban sighed in exasperation.
“You’re the only one who would dare address me in such a manner.”
‘But that’s my profession as a Doctor?’

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