Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 742

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Chapter 742
I reached into my robes and withdrew a small five-colored flag, scattering them in all directions.
“I unfold the formation of the Five Elements Ghost Gate Escape here! Evil things shall lose their power!”
It was one of the secret formation techniques of the Jegallim Family.
Originally a formation designed to exorcise ghosts and perform demonic purification, though naturally its practical combat application was limited.
However, with my knowledge of shamanism, I had modified it somewhat.
It was more than sufficient to weaken the charging demonic ghosts!
Ssssshhhhh!
Smoke poured from the bodies of the demonic ghosts as they rushed forward. Those creatures that remained unharmed even with their chests pierced by blades now screamed in agony, writhing in pain.
Yet still they pressed their assault.
“Protect the flags while fighting! I will create an opportunity for our escape, so conserve your inner energy!”
“We shall all follow your lead, brother!”
Ilkana was the first to clasp her hands together and shout. At her words, all the demonic sect members drew their blades.
They swung their swords against the smoke-spewing demonic ghosts attacking from all sides.
Even without sword energy, the blades of masters severed the necks of the demonic ghosts in a single stroke.
This was possible because the formation had dulled the movements of the demonic ghosts.
But as bodies fell with severed necks, the next demonic ghost charged forward, trampling over the corpse.
In an instant, a wall made of demonic ghost corpses had formed, threatening to collapse.
It was like a tidal wave itself!
In that moment, Ilkana closed her eyes with her hands clasped together, then opened them.
“Prana, oh Prana. Grant life to one who has opened the five gates!”
The traditional martial art of the Selim Kingdom.
Chakra.
It was the opening of seven gates said to exist within the human body.
Called the Seven Gate Scenery.
With each gate opened, one gained a Prana.
Prana was the force of life, the source of spiritual power.
In martial world terms, it resembled inner energy, but it was truly an entirely different kind of force.
This power, different from shamanic force, was the most widely known type of martial art in the Selim Kingdom.
Ilkana was currently one who had opened the fifth gate and could wield the Prana of the Five Gate Scenery.
It was said that only two people in the Selim Kingdom had opened the sixth gate, and those who had opened all seven gates existed only in legend.
The power of the Five Gate Scenery Prana spread outward from Ilkana as its center.
Then.
The masters of the demonic sect realized that without using sword energy, their blades now carried a power equivalent to sword energy.
Strength infused their bodies, and they began to manifest monstrous power as if they were using inner energy.
This was the power of chakra’s Seven Gate Scenery!
I stared at Ilkana’s power in amazement, my mouth falling open. It was not fear of something unfamiliar.
‘What is the principle behind this? Can I learn it later?’
It was pure academic curiosity.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“I’m ready.”
After buying some time, Ilkana channeled the prana of the Fifth Gate from her Seven Gates into Yeo Ha-ryun’s body as well.
As a result.
In merely a quarter of an hour, Yeo Ha-ryun had recovered the power to unleash that catastrophic destruction from before.
Once again, annihilation began at Yeo Ha-ryun’s fingertips.
Patcheon Ilgong Ten Destructions–!!
Kwaaaaaang!
“Retreat while you have the chance!”
At Yeo Ha-ryun’s command, all the Demonic Sect members scrambled to flee.
And then Yeo Ha-ryun unleashed Patcheon Ilgong two more times in succession!!
Darkness itself became death, pronouncing a death sentence upon everyone.
Without a shred of mercy, it simply devoured and swept away everything, again and again.
Nearly a thousand Demonic Ghosts vanished in an instant. I couldn’t help but mutter in disbelief.
“Ou, so there was a reason the Emperor couldn’t suppress the Demonic Sect?”
A traitor was a traitor, but this was one terrifyingly powerful traitor.
‘I knew it intellectually, but seeing it firsthand is something else entirely.’
Moreover, as the Soegooju now, Yeo Ha-ryun had reached a level where his martial prowess was second to none anywhere he went.
‘If he can use Patcheon Ilgong multiple times in succession like that, just what realm has Yeo Ha-ryun reached?’
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Even amid this chaos, the underground city remained standing.
I felt the mystery of ancient times as I immediately returned to the underground stone chamber corridor.
However, it wasn’t the same place I had entered from—it was somewhere entirely different.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Hmm, it seems the destruction hasn’t reached all the way up there?”
I replied.
“Perhaps the underground city itself is the source of the sorcery.”
“The source of the sorcery?”
“Yes. The very fact that such an enormous quantity is continuously produced all at once is absurd. For that to be possible, an incredible price would be required. So it’s not something that can be solved by a few shamans performing human sacrifices.”
“So the entire city functions as the source of the sorcery?”
“Since it’s an ancient ruin, I can’t know the details, but in any case, what lies below must be the Hyeolseon Sect’s base.”
“This is absurd. To think such a thing exists beneath the kingdom.”
Yeo Ha-ryun clicked his tongue. I nodded in agreement.
“Right. If I’d heard this yesterday, I might have thought it was madness.”
But having witnessed it with my own eyes, I could no longer deny it.
“Hmm, so in the end, we’ll have to destroy that to eliminate the Hyeolseon Sect members.”
Yeo Ha-ryun’s way of solving problems.
However, in this world, most things tend to work out this way.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Irritating sorcery. If I had reached that realm, I would have destroyed the entire city.”
“Hey now, we can’t do that. No matter how mysterious this ancient ruin is, if we destroy the entire city, what happens to the real royal capital and its people above?”
I closed my eyes and stroked my chin before finally answering.
“Actually, even that level of power would be enough to destroy the entire city.”
“Hmm? How is that even possible?”
“The foundation is an ancient ruin, but what supports it is a relatively recent architectural style. Which means it was carved and stacked by stonemasons like the ones we know.”
“So?”
“When designing something on this massive scale, you first build four axes running north, south, east, and west, then construct intermediate axes to support them while distributing the load. If we just blow up those four initial axes, we could probably destroy the entire city. Four strikes from your Parcheon Ilgong would be more than enough.”
As a solution came immediately, the Demonic Sect members were shocked.
Lost in my own world, I continued speaking.
“If done right, we could bury it in sand… Hmm. No, that’s too risky. I haven’t done geological surveys. No matter what we do, there will inevitably be casualties.”
Ilkana watched me muttering to myself and thought.
‘He’s truly Ilgwang. A madman. Speaking such things so casually.’
When Yeo Ha-ryun mentioned wanting to blow everything away with Parcheon Ilgong, I immediately formulated an execution plan.
‘Four axes? Load distribution? Stonemasons?’
Upon arriving, I examined the engraved murals carefully—apparently to understand who the stonemasons and carpenters were that built this place.
Soon I opened my eyes. My blue gaze shone like the dawn sea.
“Come to think of it, there is a way.”
“There is?”
“Yes. Since ancient times, it’s been said that the deceased are weak to fire. And this architectural style here would be completely unaffected by heat.”
Ilgwang blushed slightly on his cheeks and grinned widely.
“Fire is the best.”
In the end, firepower is what you can trust.
Magnificent firepower embodying the spirit of a Korean.
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The Demonic Sect member doubted what lay before his eyes.
He stared blankly at it, then rubbed his eyes and looked again.
‘Am I seeing things?’
The entire underground city spread beneath the stone chamber was engulfed in flames.
Demonic Ghosts writhed in the inferno, screaming.
Boom!
Unable to withstand the fire, the Demonic Ghost’s body vanished. Soon another appeared in the void.
But that one too eventually succumbed to the firepower and burned away.
Screeeech!
If there were a hellfire sent by the King of Hell, it would be here.
The corpses of Demonic Ghosts piled up one by one.
No matter how many emerged, they continued to accumulate, catching fire, and all around transformed into hell.
Ilgwang nodded in admiration.
“Mm-hmm. Fortunately, the ventilation system here is excellent. I could set up a formation to create fire, but without air, you can’t ignite anything. It seems to use the power of ancient relics—I’d like to research it later.”
“Plus the earth vein.”
“Right. The fact that the deceased can be continuously summoned through sorcery already proves the earth vein here is extraordinary. Using a bit of it for ourselves won’t cause any problems.”
“Is that so?”
“Right. Destruction requires far less inner energy than creation in the first place. The same applies to earth veins.”
These words came from someone who had spent a lifetime saving lives.
The secret technique of the Jegallim Family that my Master had taught me directly.
Hwagongjin.
A formation method that ignites fire.
“If you blend shamanic arts into this, the demonic ghosts themselves become fuel that burns endlessly. That’s my Master for you—he can’t bear to see his disciples suffer.”
“…That Hyeolrin Jegalling probably never imagined you’d actually use it to burn demonic ghosts in ancient ruins when he taught it to you.”
“Who knows. My Master knows everything.”
“I suspect he taught it so that if anyone dared to touch him, whether it was Sadoren, the Martial Arts Alliance, or the Demonic Sect—he’d burn them all down.”
“Good heavens! Burning people to death? There’s no way I’d do something so horrific.”
“….”
Hyeolrin Gwangssal had done it.
He’d torch those wretched Gangho bastards who had nothing to lose anyway, burning them all to ash together.
That was the truth.
There was this reason too for why Hyeolrin Gwangssal became Baek Rin-ui-seon.
The fear the old masters of Gangho held toward Hyeolrin Gwangssal stemmed not merely from his martial prowess.
No matter how strong a master was, if he grew angry enough to set fire to an entire sect, what could be done?
I could flee on my own legs, but my gold cannot run away.
Most sects happened to establish their bases in auspicious locations like sacred mountains and deploy their formations there.
The spiritual energy of the mountains aided the circulation of inner energy.
There was a madman here who exploited that to perform the insane act of Hwagongjin.
If you use the spiritual energy to deploy your life-nurturing formations, then I’ll just absorb some of that and deploy Hwagongjin as well.
In such circumstances, naturally the wealthier and larger families and sects became increasingly vulnerable to Hwagongjin.
-Please, someone stop that madman Hyeolrin Gwangssal!
-If you have a grudge, you should draw your blade and strike—does it make sense to set fire first?
-Hyeolrin Gwangssal is still human; shouldn’t he have some wealth left so we can extort something from him? Doesn’t this lunatic care about losses?
-I heard he has the Nine Yin Meridian Severing and will die soon anyway. When exactly will he die? Is he actually going to die?
When Hyeolrin said he would become a doctor, many old masters applauded—partly because of that Hwagongjin.
No one in Gangho knew what truth he had obtained at that end.
Everyone was curious about what it was but unwilling to ask.
At least he wouldn’t set fires while practicing medicine.
And even if he became a doctor, this man still had nothing to lose.
No family to belong to, no lifespan to speak of.
Not even a successor to follow after him.
So it was better to grant him honor instead.
The honor of ‘Baek Rin-ui-seon’.
In truth, Hyeolrin Gwangssal had saved countless lives.
Diseases once deemed impossible to cure were healed by his hands.
That was not all. The Medical Guild he established had saved numerous martial artists of Gangho.
Those who fell into deviation during cultivation were said to be beyond saving.
However, if it was still in its early stages, Baek Rin-ui-seon could save him.
It was a miracle.
-If only Hyeolrin Gwangssal would continue to exist as Baek Rin-ui-seon.
-And if only he would live as Baek Rin-ui-seon and die quietly.
Many old masters of the Gangho earnestly wished for this, and had wished for it.
A genius with nothing to lose had bestowed grace upon the Gangho.
Now they merely waited for the day he would abandon everything and perish.
It was the slowest suicide in the world, and everyone anticipated only the day of his funeral.
That was the name Baek Rin-ui-seon carried in the Gangho.
A kind of curse.
That was true until that fellow Jin Cheon-hee became his disciple.

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