Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 743

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Chapter 743
-Hyeolrin was cured? A disciple actually managed to cure her?
-Thanks to that, he gained a successor and is said to be overjoyed.
-You can tell that much just by looking at the old medical records.
Fortunately, Jin Cheon-hee, who had inherited everything under his tutelage, became the incarnation of a living Buddha and saved people.
Let me correct that.
He saved people as the incarnation of a living Buddha in a rather… peculiar manner.
He saved them so peculiarly that he earned the alias Ilgwang, and this Ilgwang, unable to use fire poison on the living, reasoned that the dead were already dead and proceeded to scatter fire poison throughout the ancient city.
“Indeed, whenever something becomes difficult, one must consider whether it’s simply a matter of insufficient firepower.”
Jin Cheon-hee felt profound gratitude for his Master’s grace.
It was only right that the deceased return to where they belonged.
“Truly, you are remarkable, hyeong.”
“Hehe, isn’t that right?”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled bashfully once more.
The Demonic Sect Member watching this thought to himself.
‘This is painful to witness.’
The Soegooju had always devoted herself to the Demonic Way, so that was natural enough, but Ilgwang was somehow, somehow far removed from the principles of Gangho.
The Demonic Sect Member suddenly glanced at Ilkana.
Ilkana was placing dried meat on a blade and roasting it.
“Ah, it’s cooking nicely, brother.”
Truly, the foremost strategist of the Demonic Sect.
She had adapted among these madmen.
Or perhaps she had simply given up thinking.
And so they burned through an entire day. Then burned through another.
A battle between Demonic Ghosts summoned through earth veins and flames activated through earth veins.
“My lord, no more Demonic Ghosts are appearing! The flames have also extinguished!”
At the Demonic Cultivator’s words, Yeo Ha-ryun rose to his feet.
“Truly, you are remarkable, hyeong.”
Jin Cheon-hee replied.
“Right? I was correct, wasn’t I? The law of total spiritual vein quantity is important.”
Ilkana had never heard of such a law.
In any case, the group formally entered the city.
* * *
An ornately decorated grand hall in the underground.
The Golden Mask Ruler, seated upon the throne, opened his eyes.
Remarkably, even within the mask were golden eyelids, and as the wearer opened his eyes, those eyelids naturally parted to reveal the pupils beneath.
Below the grand hall, in the seats where retainers should sit, Silver Masked Followers chanted incantations,
and others were channeling chakra—numbering a hundred in total.
The Golden Mask Ruler, merely by sitting, emanated an oppressive presence that was difficult to approach.
As he stirred, all rushed to bow their heads.
“The demonic ghosts’ barrier has disappeared, and the rats have gotten in.”
“Ooh! These foolish ones have finally done it…!”
“The opposition is skilled in martial arts and formation techniques, and they also possess knowledge of shamanism.”
The Golden Mask Ruler made no effort to hide his irritation.
“Show them nightmares. And have them join the ranks of the demonic ghosts!”
At his command, the shamans began chanting a new incantation in perfect unison.
As their voices spread with malevolent intent, a violet aura began to form within the great hall, seeping out beyond its walls.
* * *
At the same moment, Jin Cheon-hee and his group moved deeper inside.
“Ah, from here on we need to be careful…”
The moment I spoke, there came a clicking sound followed by the activation of a mechanical trap.
As the floor pattern sank slightly, three long needles immediately flew out and pressed down between the trap mechanisms.
It was Ilgwang Jin Cheon-hee.
“That kind seems to activate when you lift your foot, so slowly remove your foot.”
The demonic cultivator trembled in fear and slowly withdrew his foot.
Thud—
Fortunately, the three needles held the depressed section firmly in place, so the trap mechanism didn’t activate.
Once the demonic cultivator was completely clear, the needles snapped and the trap finally triggered.
Crash-boom-boom-bang!
With a tremendous roar, the ceiling descended and struck the ground.
Even a master martial artist of the highest caliber would be crushed to death without being able to use lightness technique, such was the terrifying speed.
I spoke.
“What kind of place is this, a dungeon?”
“A dungeon? What’s that?”
“Ah… it’s a Western Region word. Similar concept. In martial world terms, think of it as a death trap.”
“Hmm, I see.”
I scratched the back of my neck and then rolled up my sleeves.
“Then I’ll take the lead from here on.”
With that, I walked to the front of the group.
“Yah!”
Kuuuung—
I rolled my foot to sense the vibrations.
From those vibrations alone, several traps activated on their own, unleashing arrows, blades, and flames.
“That takes care of about thirty percent.”
With that, I drew out my long needles.
The needles flew at high speed and embedded themselves in several more traps. The traps immediately activated, exploding or scattering poison powder.
“Well, it’s better to trigger what we can trigger first. Ah, for the places with poison powder, you need to be careful not just about holding your breath but also about skin contact.”
With that said, I went directly into the traps that still hadn’t activated—the ones that would only trigger when a person actually passed through—and inserted needles between the walls, between the floor sections, and into the activation mechanisms.
“The mechanical traps seem to hold up because these aren’t just ordinary iron needles?”
“Right. They’re made from the same material the Sichuan Tang Family uses when crafting hidden weapons. Made by the same craftsman. Expensive. Very expensive, but still cheaper than human lives.”
This too was a gift from my Master.
The intention being that if circumstances demanded it, I could drive it into a vital point on someone’s body.
However, I was simply using it to dismantle the mechanical traps.
Click—
I drove the long needle between the inner mechanism’s spring gears.
Jin Cheon-hee brushed the dust from his hands and rose to his feet.
“Well then, please follow me. Baek Rin’s Travel Agency guarantees your safe passage.”
My brother held the expensive long needle between his fingers that our Master had sent, spouting more of his madness.
I was accustomed to this sight.
Even in the midst of war, at the very depths of hell itself, as long as I was with my brother, a path of light would emerge.
Along with his peculiar madness.
‘Perhaps that’s why people call him Ilgwang.’
It wasn’t merely a reference to madness (狂), but perhaps also contained the meaning of light (光).
Yeo Ha-ryun thought to himself.
* * *
How much deeper did I descend following my brother?
Dismantling the mechanical traps we encountered along the way, we continued downward without a single casualty.
“Hmm? Something feels off?”
My brother pondered, then withdrew the long needle and inserted it into a crevice in the wall.
I thought it might be another trap, but unexpectedly he infused it with internal energy and flicked the needle with his finger.
Toooong—
The slender needle produced a deep, resonant sound like a temple bell.
“Oh!? This is a hidden piece?”
Saying so, he threw a punch instead of using any technique.
Boom!
The wall collapsed backward, revealing a hidden passage.
My brother didn’t stop there—he touched the ground with his hand, and then actually picked up some dirt and licked it slightly with his tongue.
“Listen up. This path is completely dry—no demonic ghosts pass through here, and it’s untouched by groundwater or sewage. It looks like a passage the Hyeolseon Sect uses.”
He deduced all that from merely touching the ground once, then immediately jumped down ahead.
“…This is maddening.”
“A fish that’s found water, so to speak.”
“That’s not it. My brother moves first to handle dangerous situations alone, trying to resolve them by himself.”
The strong move first to protect the weak.
The problem was that even Yeo Ha-ryun, renowned throughout the world, was someone my brother felt compelled to protect.
Yeo Ha-ryun felt a slight irritation rise within him, but he still chased after his brother’s figure and rushed forward immediately.
Whoosh—
His dark silhouette melted into the shadows as he reached his brother’s back.
“You came?”
Jin Cheon-hee sensed Yeo Ha-ryun’s presence without even turning around.
Before them appeared an enormous stone corridor, towering twenty zhang high and spanning ten zhang in width.
“This really does look like the path these people use.”
I swept my palm across the floor.
“See those faint wheel marks? Those are the tracks of a cart. These people need to eat and survive too, so naturally they’d need a route for transport.”
In the Gangho, one typically doesn’t think this way when facing enemies.
Breaking through formation arrays and mechanical devices while confronting adversaries in different ways.
It was identical to what my older brother was doing now, but I’d never seen anyone deduce their very way of life while proceeding forward.
“That’s why people’s minds deteriorate when they only live in these dark places. Ha-ryun. You should still get plenty of sunlight. Even Our Master’s mood became more relaxed after he started getting sun exposure—everyone says he’s become gentler.”
That master’s temperament wasn’t the type to become warm from a little sunlight.
Having seen Jegalling’s true nature, I couldn’t agree, but regardless, my older brother was saying that people needed to get sunlight periodically.
Speaking that way, he mentioned incomprehensible things like serotonin and blue light wavelengths.
“If you don’t get sunlight, people become negative. Even the Demonic Sect kids shouldn’t just wander around at night—they should exercise regularly in the morning. That’s why they become so negative, always hiding in cave-like places.”
He was rambling on like some old elder would.
I spoke up.
“It’s like the main sect’s underground altar.”
“Hoh, well, the Demonic Sect could certainly build something like this and still have resources left over.”
“Yes. There’s an underground altar beneath the Shiwandaesan, and it’s larger than this.”
At those words, Cheon-hee smiled.
“I see. How fascinating~”
Suddenly, I wondered if my older brother already knew this fact.
It happened sometimes.
Occasionally, he would pretend not to know things he clearly did know.
And those things he knew were generally things ordinary people could never possibly know.
Yet somehow, he knew them better than anyone else.
Naturally, there was no evidence. It was merely illogical speculation.
Still, Cheon Sal-seong’s intuition kept whispering to me.
That the older brother I saw and the actual older brother might perhaps be different people.
‘It doesn’t matter anyway.’
I blinded my own eyes to it.
Ever since he saved my life three times, I’d decided such ‘trivial’ things didn’t matter.
‘What a good child.’
If my older brother had known, he would have said it like this.
Facing an evil spirit walking the Hyeolro, far removed from human consciousness—that’s the kind of person he is.
Suddenly, a faint light began emanating from the stone walls around us.
“Ooh, I can feel the power of shamanism?”
Speaking thus, I approached the wall with exaggerated gestures.
In that instant, the wall flashed brilliantly all at once. Just as I tried to discern the structure through sound transmission—
Whoosh!
The light vanished immediately.
“Is everyone alright?”
At those words, everyone in the group answered that they were fine. I answered.
“It’s just light. Nothing to worry about.”
“Hey, don’t let your guard down over something like that. This isn’t something you should take lightly.”
Hyeong looked worried, but I truly sensed nothing amiss.
No poison, no disturbance in my inner energy.
We resumed our journey regardless. Hyeong remained vigilant.
“Still, it seems some formation or sorcery has been activated, so everyone should stay cautious.”
When he spoke with such emphasis, I suspected there was a reason, yet all the other Demonic Cultivators simply dismissed it as if Ilgwang had merely become overly sensitive.
As we continued walking.
Someone spoke from behind Yeo Ha-ryun.
“Soegooju. I hear something.”
“What do you mean?”
“A sound… I hear voices pleading for help. Can’t you hear it?”
Yeo Ha-ryun channeled his inner energy to heighten his hearing. Yet he heard nothing.
“No, I don’t hear any sound at all.”
“But Soegooju! The children… the children are crying out for help….”

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