Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 753

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Chapter 753
Chakras.
And not just five gates, but six!
As six chakras opened, his true power began to unleash itself.
I had also learned the fundamentals of chakra tantra from Ilkana.
‘Quite formidable.’
At that same moment, the ground split open and four Yaksha Mira Spirits—the mummies with those masks I’d seen in the underground ruins—burst forth.
“Forgive me! This is all a sacrifice for our nation!”
“You’re quite the madman yourself.”
I replied with a cold expression.
The mummies before me were smaller in stature than those I’d encountered in the underground ruins.
Perhaps around 1.8 meters tall? And with a lean, muscular frame rather than bulk—they didn’t appear suited for direct combat.
Yet something felt off.
‘Black bandages?’
Red sorcerous characters were inscribed upon them.
“These are the ancient elite guardians who protect our royal house. Surely you’ll surrender peacefully.”
“Ah, so if I surrender, you’ll start by severing my limbs?”
The prince answered my words calmly.
“We only need your brain and tongue.”
He wasn’t denying it.
‘Whether it’s the martial realm or Gangho, these madmen always seem to seize power.’
All four attacked me simultaneously from every direction.
Curved sabers infused with martial force came flying like lightning strikes.
‘Here… I’ll need to go all out.’
The moment I closed my eyes and opened them again, azure light exploded outward in a brilliant burst.
Transcendent Shimmoo Life and Death Wisdom.
Transcendent Shimmoo Heavenly Net Earthly Web.
Transcendent Shimmoo Heavenly Dominion.
Three supreme martial arts unfolded simultaneously.
Tremendous steam erupted from my entire body.
As if I’d used scorching qi cultivation, my eight extraordinary meridians roiled before cold qi swept away the heat—a phenomenon born from their clash.
At the same time, my bones creaked audibly.
‘Phew, quite intense.’
Between moments of time.
In that instant—a sliver of time forbidden to ordinary humans—I perceived everything vividly.
Falling leaves, shattering stone floors, the death cry of air being torn asunder.
Even within this chaos, an ant carried the corpse of some nameless insect across the ground.
As if mocking the Kang Ho-in.
As if mocking humanity itself.
Perceiving the infinitesimal world, I now felt the movement of clouds across the dark night sky.
In that place, humans were like mere ants.
It was a world of extremes.
The infinitely small and the infinitely large.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong split consciousness into two separate perceptions.
Feeling two worlds simultaneously, I fractured each moment into smaller and smaller pieces.
A leaf drifting upward slowed endlessly, and I watched it decelerate further still.
It was like the mathematical paradox I’d read about as a child.
Zeno’s paradox.
A horse must traverse half the distance to its goal, then half of what remains, then half of that, and so on infinitely—thus it can never arrive.
A paradox easily refuted by infinite geometric series, yet within the field of vision granted by the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, it truly felt as though arrival might be impossible forever.
Within this frozen time, my body felt as though submerged in the deepest ocean.
Yet my mind devoured the surrounding information with ravenous hunger.
‘The black bandages are saturated with sorcerous power.’
‘Haven’t I seen those characters in ancient texts before?’
‘Do the Demonic Ghosts’ strength come from drawing surrounding energy through sorcery? I must understand the principle.’
‘That prince—a master of the Chakratant Six Gates. He hid himself well.’
One step forward.
‘Left curved strike incoming.’
Before the curved strike could gain momentum, I brought the Frost Blade to its wrist.
The spirit’s arm severed cleanly, yet the resistance felt surprisingly substantial.
‘Blade energy doesn’t harm it. In Gangho terms—blade and body cannot pierce?’
‘But as long as it wears human form, its weaknesses must be identical to ours.’
‘The difference is it feels no pain.’
Even with its wrist severed, it didn’t flee—instead it swung its intact arm and charged forward.
I didn’t retreat from it; rather, I stepped closer into its reach.
Then I gently brought the blade that had severed its wrist to its neck.
There was no need to apply great force.
Scritch—
The first spirit’s neck was severed.
The severed portion froze from the Frost Blade’s power and shattered.
As fragments scattered, I struck the headless body toward the other spirit.
Boom!
The spirit’s corpse flew directly into another spirit and collided.
Crash!
One down. The other temporarily immobilized by the impact.
How many remained? Two?
All of this occurred in less than a single second.
More powerful entities than the spirits in the underground ruins were rushing toward me.
The bandages wrapped around that one’s form—the curse energy alone was rotting the ground beneath, and even a mere brush released enough toxin to cause sudden death.
Ssszzzzz—
The surrounding rocks, unable to withstand the toxic miasma, rotted away.
Meanwhile, my thoughts remained serene and unbroken.
“Hmm, they’re guards after all—approaching them is no simple matter. Surprise attacks won’t work anymore, will they?”
I spoke softly, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.
Soon after, my hand moved forward with deliberate calm.
The first technique: Tanjicheon-tong.
But not a piercing variant—one infused with explosive force.
Normally, I would use weakened explosive projectiles to ensure the opponent survived, but there was no need for such restraint now.
Since the enemy was not human, let them return to dust.
Tanjicheon-tong Tanjipokkang—!!
My hand, which did not hold the Byeongjeong Sword, unleashed ten explosive projectiles in rapid succession.
As bean-sized bullets of energy flew swiftly, the Yaksha Mira Spirits attempted to deflect them with their curved blades.
That was precisely my intention.
I drew the Byeongjeong Sword inward and extended it forward before those explosive projectiles could even touch their curved blades.
It was not a mere thrust.
I pulled back once, then extended forward.
Within that simple motion lay tremendous force and the masterful circulation of energy.
In that instant.
Kwabang!
An explosion erupted.
It was like a sun painted by an abstract artist.
The blinding explosion filled the surroundings with brilliant yellow light.
And the physical force generated by the expanding energy engulfed both spirits.
As the spirits’ movements became restricted, I immediately employed the first form of Taeul Danseonggeom: Taeul Gwancheon.
I pierced through one spirit’s head as cleanly as cutting tofu.
Kwaduk—Kwagwang!
The spirit’s skull burst open in a violent explosion.
Yet my blade did not slow; instead, it accelerated further.
My horizontally-drawn sword severed the neck of the second Yaksha Mira Spirit.
Meanwhile, my other hand began charging another Tanjipokkang projectile.
Prince Radan was astounded by the seamless chain of techniques flowing like water.
“Against four ancient guards, and so swiftly?!”
Kang!
While the second spirit barely raised its curved blade to defend, the freshly-charged Tanjipokkang projectiles poured forth.
In an instant, the spirit’s exposed body was battered by five explosive projectiles, and the black wrappings detonated.
Kwagwang!
“Yes. Explosions are an art form.”
Ilgwang spoke madness as I twisted my body to evade the explosion I had created.
In a flash, three spirits vanished.
The one that had been knocked down by the corpse of the first spirit I’d thrown finally rose and let out a roar.
However, in a one-on-one confrontation, he was no match for Jin Cheon-hee.
“The last one!”
I drew my blade with swift precision, cleaving the remaining Demonic Ghost in a single stroke.
Crash—
The Demonic Ghost’s body collapsed like a mountain.
Prince Radan clenched his teeth at the sight.
“A monster….”
“Hmm? That’s something our Master hears quite often, actually.”
“You are a monster too!”
I found myself momentarily uncertain whether to take pride in being called the same thing as my Master or not.
That moment of deliberation lasted longer than the time it took to slaughter four Demonic Ghosts.
“You are not human! But do you think I will lose? I am a prince! It is my duty to do whatever it takes to make this kingdom prosperous and strong!”
“…Is that your path?”
At my question tinged with contempt, the prince clenched his teeth.
He doesn’t know. How much effort I’ve invested in maintaining this kingdom.
And how much I’ve agonized over it through hardship!
He knows that this fool, who solves everything with knowledge he cannot comprehend, can never walk the same path as himself.
He must seize that knowledge.
If only he could possess that intellect…!
“Divine Tree! Divine Tree! As the rightful heir of the royal house, I beseech you. Grant me your power!”
In that instant, tree roots burst forth as if alive, piercing deep into the prince’s ankles.
“Ugh!”
He felt a powerful liquid surging into his body.
His body began to swell grotesquely.
“This power! With this power, I could conquer the world!”
I watched as his body expanded to eight feet, then ten feet tall.
He threw a test punch.
Boom—crash—crash—!
A fist-shaped crater carved into the earth. Power surged through him.
“Hahahaha! Did you see?! I, I myself will defeat you…. Huh?!”
In that moment, the prince’s body bent backward like a bow.
His muscles began to shrivel. His massive frame withered like a dried apple, wrinkling and aging before my eyes.
“What is this… Why?! How?! Why?!”
I watched the thrashing prince for a long while.
Then I murmured the words my sorcery master Jasi had once told me.
“All sorcery demands a price.”
“But the Divine Tree! The Divine Tree!”
“The Divine Tree is merely a Divine Tree. All this time, others have been paying the price of your sorcery in your stead. Through human sacrifice.”
But now there is no one left.
The ancient ruin tree connected by roots—I had already exorcised and burned it.
The vengeful spirits all found their rest. They returned to where they belonged.
Then who would now perform the sorcery that the Prince had been using?
“I see. You’ve never done a single thing with your own hands.”
“Don’t look at me. Don’t… don’t look at me!”
The Prince covered his withered body.
“….”
Yet I gazed down at him with blue eyes.
Never turning my gaze away.
At this hypocrite who lived off the deaths of his people, yet spoke of serving them more than anyone else.
Then.
“You’ve finally crossed the line!”
The voice of an old man.
Looking back, the Old King stood there.
“Father….”
“I should have stopped you when I learned you were using the sacred treasures of the nation without permission….”
“Ah… you knew….”
The Old King limped forward toward his son.
“Though I am old, I am still the King. Do you think I would not know what you do?”
“Father…. Please, I beg you, human sacrifice… please… save me….”
The Prince desired a new price.
He hoped that someone else would pay the cost of the sorcery he had used.
If it were his father, if it were his father, it could be done.
He could order the guards behind him to sacrifice anyone at all.
Just one word, just one single word!
“….”
But the Old King did nothing. He only watched his son wither away.
“Ah, Father? Father?”
At that moment, the Old King seemed to have made a decision and spoke.
“Sacrifice the small for the sake of the great.”
“What?”
“Sacrifice the small for the sake of the great.”
“Ah, Father!”
His father spoke the words he had uttered his entire life.
“You have killed far too many. Now you must be the sacrifice for the nation to survive.”
So sacrifice the small for the sake of the great.

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