Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 741

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Chapter 741
Jin Cheon-hee and Yeo Ha-ryun took the lead, with the rest of the Demonic Sect members following behind.
Hwang-gu stayed close to Jin Cheon-hee’s feet, Noeji perched on his head, and Heukmyo sat on Yeo Ha-ryun’s shoulder.
Ilkana suddenly noticed this and asked.
“Heukmyo clings to the lord for survival, but Hwang-gu and Noeji truly follow you well, Elder Brother. Is there a reason?”
Jin Cheon-hee answered without hesitation.
“Food. It’s all about food. In the animal world, whoever brings home the best meals becomes the leader.”
“…Not virtue, reputation, or a kind heart?”
“Food. Isn’t that right, Hwang-gu, Noeji?”
Woof!
Screech!
“They say you’re right. The moment I stopped feeding them properly, they abandoned me.”
Bark!
Chirp!
“…Ruthless creatures.”
“They’re animals. An elder brother who doesn’t bring home food isn’t worthy of the title.”
Ilkana finally understood why Ilgwang was so devoted to cooking.
Three meals a day, twenty-four hours, feeding creatures that consumed portions meant for several grown men—it required extraordinary culinary skill.
These spiritual beings appeared to serve their master with unwavering loyalty, but perhaps they were truly just protecting their food supply with their lives.
In any case, no one else in the entire martial world of this era could cook like this.
No, even searching through all of martial history, there would be no one else. So keeping him alive was the only way to continue eating such meals.
‘Is this the truth?’
For some reason, Ilkana felt as though she had opened a box she should never have opened.
“Anyway, this underground city is quite expansive.”
“You could say a city from three hundred years ago was buried in sand, and a new city was built on top of it. Renovating it certainly required remarkable skill, but it wasn’t created entirely from nothing.”
“Interesting. Still, that must have taken considerable time.”
“Yes, Elder Brother. That’s correct. It appears to have undergone gradual modifications over a long period. If you look there, what was once a path for people to walk has now become a channel for sewage.”
She pointed downward.
Just as she said, water could be seen flowing below.
‘Interesting. Where does that sewage flow to? There’s a water purification facility up there. Did they install something to direct it that way?’
It was fascinating.
We had walked for some time when suddenly, Jin Cheon-hee and Hwang-gu’s movements stopped simultaneously.
Click, click-click-click—
With an eerie sound, something with only a spine attached to a skull crawled toward us like a snake across the ground.
To Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes, it was truly something repulsive.
Since arriving in the martial world, I had seen corpse demons and creatures called Che, but this seemed like something profane—malice itself given form.
Of course, unlike other martial artists, I didn’t suffer psychological wounds from it.
I had seen too much and experienced too many things for that.
Jin Cheon-hee asked Yeo Ha-ryun.
“Is that also created through sorcery?”
“I heard it was a type of hungry ghost.”
A hungry ghost.
Always starving, a specter that devours anything in its path.
Like the demonic ghosts, it was a widely known malevolent spirit.
“Did that bastard Baekcheon-gun create it?”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes narrowed. Watching my older brother’s expression, I thought to myself.
‘As expected, he does get angry when he’s angry.’
My brother may laugh like a fool most of the time, but that doesn’t mean he lacks emotions.
“So I heard.”
“Those Hyeolseon Sect bastards are truly out of their minds. Anyway, it’s a relief that these don’t seem to be actual human bones.”
With that, he pulled out a stone pipa from his back.
“In the name of love, peace, and ROCK, I will not forgive!”
The Singing Bird Bell.
Diiiiing–!
Infusing the soul of rock—no, the soul of the Singing Bird Bell—half of it exploded and vanished in a single strike.
By now, Ha-ryun was accustomed to my brother spouting nonsense.
“…Was that just now really the Singing Bird Bell? The one those swordsmen ring while chanting for rebirth in paradise?”
“The Demonic Sect uses it too? Ah, come to think of it, those evil ones always seem to learn things like the Soul Transfer Technique.”
If the Hyeolseon Sect learns it, the Demonic Sect would certainly know it too.
“I don’t know about the Soul Transfer Technique, but I know the Singing Bird Bell. Still, doesn’t it usually take a long time? From what I remember, it’s not something you’d use in actual combat like this?”
“That’s right. But it works when you do it. Ha-ryun. You still managed to recognize it as the Singing Bird Bell right away. My younger brother is impressive.”
With that, Jin Cheon-hee gripped the guitar—no, the stone pipa—like a baseball bat.
Then he hurled it directly at the skeletal bone monster leaping toward him.
Crack!
Remarkably, even the enemies not struck by the pipa were instantly torn to shreds and disintegrated.
“What my brother just did was the upper slash of the Three Calamities Sword Technique, and he’s using it with a stone pipa now? Seeing how enemies are crushed just from grazing it, can he now infuse intention into the sword—no, the pipa?”
“You even noticed that. Truly impressive. Truly impressive.”
“…”
I glanced at Ilkana.
She had the expression of someone who had given up trying to understand.
Why was he doing this when he had the Martial Arts Treasure and the Frost Sword at his disposal?
Though I couldn’t understand it, I was still a little pleased that my brother was using the stone pipa I had gifted him so effectively.
It was truly the joy of giving a gift.
I had sent it to be played, but whether my brother used it for exorcism or smashing demon skulls with it, as long as he was using it well, that was what mattered.
I swung my hand blade lighter than usual.
In that moment, sword energy surged from my hand, becoming a blade in itself.
Cheonma Divine Art—Heaven’s First Sword.
Swoosh!
Like reaping wheat, its head flew off in a single strike.
“Wow, that’s impressive?”
“There’s no need for me to move.”
A single pinky finger, black as coal, pierced through the ranks of those strong warriors. And that dark energy began to devour all the enemies surrounding it.
Kyeeeeek!
It was like using a vacuum to catch flying insects.
Jin Cheon-hee watched in astonishment as they were sucked away in an instant.
“…You grow stronger each time I see you, Ha-ryun.”
“You’re the same, brother.”
Watching this, Ilkana thought to herself.
‘Those crazy brothers. They’re confirming each other’s martial prowess like this.’
The older one wielding intention through a lute instead of a sword, and the younger one displaying swordsmanship with sword energy coating his hand blade.
‘Ilgwang and his brother are certainly completely different when facing people versus other beings.’
When not a shred of mercy remained in his hands, that fierce technique was enough to send chills down her spine.
Still, thanks to them, she could fight at her own pace.
Whenever things became dangerous, she only needed to move closer to Ilgwang, and he would immediately assess the situation and crush the enemies.
It was certainly different from Yeo Ha-ryun, who had to look after his own life himself.
After disposing of all the demons, the group ventured deeper into the city.
Though in ruins, the buildings still retained the splendor and glory of the past, standing intact despite the passage of many years.
The height alone reached over ten zhang to the ceiling.
But it was dark and gloomy, so the group had to carry torches.
“I don’t see anything that looks particularly suspicious yet… Where could it be?”
Jin Cheon-hee stomped his foot.
‘Uuuuung!’ The sound flowed downward.
Ultrasound!
With this, Jin Cheon-hee was trying to discern the structure of the surroundings.
“There’s definitely more space below. If we go down, there might be something… but breaking through the floor seems risky?”
“Brother. We could cause everything to collapse.”
“We need to find a passage. We’ll have to descend further from here.”
Just as Jin Cheon-hee was looking around.
“Maitreya shall come!”
“Maitreya shall save us!”
“Salvation! Salvation!”
Shouts could be heard from somewhere.
Not just one or two, but many voices crying out simultaneously.
And Jin Cheon-hee moved faster than anyone else.
He cycled the fire and metal-generating energy of the Five Elements Divine Art, firing palm strikes like flares to create light.
Boom!
Light illuminated all directions like fireworks.
There were things rushing forward with a horrifying appearance.
Skin peeled away, parts rotting. Dead corpses moving while reeking of stench.
A horde of demonic ghosts!
Their numbers seemed endless, pouring forth from beyond the darkness in an endless stream, charging forward with terrifying momentum.
They weren’t attacking from just one direction.
From all sides, every demonic ghost was rushing in, chanting Maitreya!
It was a wave made of people. No—it was more like a tidal wave.
Seeing this, Ilkana cried out urgently.
“It’s a trap, brother! Moreover, these demonic ghosts are different from the ones before. The fact that they can speak suggests they’re stronger!”
But Jin Cheon-hee drew the Bing Jeong Sword instead of the pipa, speaking in an unusual tone.
“Ah, even though they can speak, they still lack rationality. Their motor abilities have improved, but it seems they’ve just added a repeating sound function. It appears designed to break our will to fight.”
I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
In any case, it seemed to mean they weren’t living humans—they were still demons, just demons.
Then Yeo Ha-ryun stepped forward.
“Don’t worry, brother. I’ll handle it.”
Cheonma Divine Art—ultimate technique.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s transformation.
Shattering Heaven Strike—Ten Breaks!!
Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands multiplied into ten in an instant. Simultaneously, ten pitch-black spheres shot out in all directions.
Crack.
The body of the first demonic ghost touched by the sphere crumpled and was sucked in.
In that state, the sphere continued forward, drawing in several more demonic ghosts.
And when it had advanced a certain distance.
It stopped.
Simultaneously, it pulled all the surrounding demonic ghosts toward itself like a black hole, tearing them to shreds.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The black darkness expanded with a grotesque sound in an instant, then exploded.
The ten explosions erupting from all sides shook the surroundings and created a deafening roar.
Kwaaaaaaang!
Remarkably, the city’s ground suffered no significant damage. However, most of the demonic ghosts on the surface were completely swept away.
Hundreds of demonic ghosts were eliminated at once, reduced to minced flesh.
“Wow…?!”
Jin Cheon-hee gasped with admiration, mouth agape.
‘So that works.’
I had the Shattering Heaven Formless Divine Art as well, but since controlling its power was difficult, I mostly relied on sound techniques instead.
Because of that, I had limitations against opponents immune to sound techniques, but Yeo Ha-ryun was the opposite.
As a martial artist of the Demonic Cult, he faced one-against-many situations very frequently.
‘Right. Even in martial arts novels, the Cheonma often gets defeated when righteous sects unite their forces to attack together.’
To survive a Cheonma subjugation, the kind of insight Yeo Ha-ryun just demonstrated might be essential.
While I was thinking such thoughts.
“Maitreya comes to us.”
“Oh, Maitreya!”
“Please save us!”
“Maitreya descends!”
Demonic ghosts shrieked from the darkness and burst forth once more.
They trampled over the torn corpses of their fallen brethren and continued surging forward.
‘Wow, a war of attrition!’
“Tsk.”
Yeo Ha-ryun clicked his tongue.
Executing the same martial technique consecutively was beyond his capacity. Yet Jin Cheon-hee perceived this predicament with sharp awareness.
‘Our combined strength is formidable, certainly… but a battle of numbers is problematic.’
Even an absolute master who had reached Hwagyeong could not face an army of a thousand head-on.
One could evade such an army or achieve victory through hit-and-run tactics, but direct confrontation was impossible!
Inner energy was not infinite, and humans possessed only two hands—there was no way around it.
And even Yeo Ha-ryun, who stood between Hwagyeong and Hyeongyeong.
Could not contend with enemies pouring forth without end.
Unless he were a master of Hyeongyeong whose inner energy flowed like an endless spring!
‘We must retreat, but… not immediately. Then.’
While confusion gripped the others, only Jin Cheon-hee remained composed.
“Brother?”

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