Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 768

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Chapter 768
I felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu regarding Baekcheon-gun.
He was someone I felt I’d seen before.
Yet no matter how thoroughly I searched my mind using the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, I had never encountered such a person in the Gangho.
When I transmitted this thought to Yeo Ha-ryun through sound transmission, he replied.
[Such details are irrelevant. Once we kill him and remove his mask, we’ll know.]
Power makes everything simple.
Baekcheon-gun spoke.
“Please do not think that I orchestrated this situation out of foresight. I merely do what I am capable of doing.”
As he danced, the sand trembled in response.
“There is no malice.”
“No malice?”
“Correct. Though there is joy.”
“Joy?”
“Yes. By saving them, my merit and virtue have grown deep and vast. How could this not bring me joy? Is it not so?”
Madness consumed the air. The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong has one weakness.
Even when I do not wish to empathize, I understand the opponent’s thought patterns far too easily.
Therefore, I forcefully rejected his ideology.
Jasi asked.
“The reason they resurrect even after death is… because their souls are pawned to you?”
“Of course. At least within the domain of this city, they resurrect even in death. If you provide a portion of their souls, I offer resurrection as well—a most excellent arrangement. There is no loss in such a transaction♪”
A sharp sound cut through.
In the next instant, a fierce aura surged from behind.
Turning around, I saw Yeo Ha-ryun’s entire body engulfed in energy blazing like wildfire.
“You bastard…”
Cheon Sal-seong rages. Yeo Ha-ryun rages.
These two beings are fundamentally one.
United in fury, Yeo Ha-ryun, as Cheon Sal-seong, released a killing intent so intense that the surrounding air itself sharpened like a blade.
His eyes gleamed in two different colors.
But.
I decided not to engage in combat immediately.
There was still information I needed to extract.
“Ha-ryun, wait. Give me just a moment. I have questions.”
My gaze and Yeo Ha-ryun’s met.
Normally, the obedient younger brother Yeo Ha-ryun listens well, but now he blazed like a god of war from legend, staring at me.
An unwavering resolve to kill Baekcheon-gun.
That was evil that must be destroyed.
‘Yes. This is what a protagonist truly is.’
I smiled inwardly and spoke.
“Just a moment will suffice.”
“Wait.”
Yeo Ha-ryun stepped back. The colors of his two eyes remained different.
Yeo Ha-ryun, who had achieved perfect unity, was a being that had transcended humanity itself.
Attempting to persuade someone like him was futile.
Kugh, kugh, kugh—
All I could do was buy time.
I turned my gaze away from Yeo Ha-ryun and looked toward Baekcheon-gun.
He continued to dance with elegant movements, spinning gracefully.
His motions resembled those of an ancient classical play, rarely performed anymore.
“Baekcheon-gun. Is there a way to restore those people to their original state?”
“How could one save those already consumed? Well, it is not entirely impossible, but saving all of them would be impossible.”
“Of course. It would require resources.”
Though the Hyeolseonggyo was said to be a remarkable organization capable of even resurrecting the dead, they could manage at most one or two.
Restoring all the city’s residents who had consumed the drug was impossible.
Even that restoration would demand an unreasonable price.
‘There’s no way around this, is there.’
Does salvation ever come to a broken glass?
No matter how carefully one pieces the fragments together, it can never return to its former state.
Once a crack forms, it remains forever.
If even a glass cannot be restored, how much less so the life and death of a person.
“Then what you’re doing here is merely accumulating merit?”
“Yes, that is correct. That is precisely why I did not wish to lay a hand on you, the seed of Banson. Forgive me for speaking so bluntly, but the danger I would incur far outweighs your value, would it not?”
This perspective was vastly different from the Sip Cheon-gun I had encountered thus far, and that made it all the more terrifying.
He was mad, thirsting for blood, scattering madness in all directions, yet he never lied.
Rather, he seemed to observe his own madness with pleasure.
‘Baekcheon-gun. What exactly are you?’
I scrutinized him carefully. I had the distinct feeling I had seen him somewhere before.
Yet no matter how deeply I searched my memories, I could find no one with such a gait and habits.
Even if one changed hair color, altered speech patterns, and used Chuggeun-gong to transform one’s physique, humans possessed unconscious habits they could not escape.
‘…Is it even possible to change that as well?’
If such a thing were possible, one would need to be at the level of Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong or surpass even the greatest assassins.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“A cautious one.”
“Indeed. I am a coward and a rational merchant who values safety above all.”
Baekcheon-gun stopped dancing.
“But it seems you have no intention of letting me leave alive. Cheon Sal-seong.”
“Your tongue is long.”
In that instant, Yeo Ha-ryun unleashed his momentum explosively.
I knew it. Further conversation was pointless.
In the end, what remained was the truth of the Gangho.
The strong are the law, and they are righteousness itself.
Within the brutal principles of Gangho, all advance toward the future.
Roooaaarrr!
Gray sand trembles violently.
Hwang-gu transformed into his true colossal form.
Jasi inflated his hide into the shape of a wolf, while the killing intent flowing from Yeo Ha-ryun’s body burned like raging flames.
In the midst of it all.
I took a step forward and treaded upon the gray sand.
‘Yes. If I must fight, then I will fight.’
In this world where martial arts truly exist, individual morality is irrelevant.
Within the truth of the strong, only the living can impose their will upon reality.
Glacial frost seeped into my eyes.
Simultaneously, everything around me exploded.
Kwaaaaaang!
My body was sent flying like a glass marble.
Yet I showed no panic, my eyes glowing an icy blue as I gazed upon Baekcheon-gun atop the massive skull.
Within the slowly flowing time, I sent a transmission to Yeo Ha-ryun and Jasi.
[Jasi, we already discussed how to handle Hoelyeong Temple’s sand before entering. Please handle it well. Ha-ryun, you too.]
I sent the transmission, but due to the slowed time, it has not yet reached them.
A world where even sound has stopped.
In this solitary moment, I contemplated my next move.
As the Transcendent Shimmoo arts were deployed at their peak, the world became even more crystalline.
I immediately gathered one hand and condensed my qi with tremendous force.
The qi became strong qi.
And it compressed further, becoming a strong ring.
Qi compressed to such an extreme that it resembled a sphere.
Something only those who have reached Hyeongyeong could use, or so it was said.
A force possessing absolute destructive power.
But since I had not reached Hyeongyeong, this was not a true product of destruction.
A pseudo strong ring!
Yet its power still exceeded that of ordinary strong qi.
Simultaneously, the functions of the Five Elements Divine Art and the secrets of the Patcheon Musang Divine Art.
Combined with the forbidden techniques of the Namgung Family’s secret art, the Heavenly Thunder Emperor Divine Art, all merged into one.
Lightning crackled in my palm.
Within that slowed time, my fingers completed their preparation to fire the pseudo strong ring.
The final secret of Finger Flick Heaven Pierce.
Finger Flick Heaven Pierce.
A finger flick technique that pierces the heavens, true to its name!
Merged with the Heavenly Thunder Patcheon I had fused together, it erupted in explosion.
Kwaalung!
Lightning crashes down in a deafening explosion, and even within the slowed time, a terrifyingly swift Kangwan tears through space like a projectile.
It resembled nothing so much as a railgun from science fiction.
I release the time I had been holding.
My vision snaps back to normal, and everything returns to its original speed.
Kuwoakwang!
Gray sand scatters like ash.
As the Hwoeryeongsa rises like a tidal wave to block the Kangwan and diminish its force, Baekcheon-gun extends his hand.
“Truly, Banson’s seeds! Impressive indeed.”
He offers his honest admiration while hurling a fist strike of pure force.
Kwabang!
The weakened and destabilized Kangwan collides with the fist force and explodes, and in that moment, Yeo Ha-ryun begins to “walk” forward using the Cheonma Gunrim Bow.
Kugugugugung!
Everything is crushed.
The Hwoeryeongsa, which had been writhing and moving as if alive, is now pinned to the ground as though pressed beneath an invisible giant’s palm, unable to rise.
This is the Cheonma Gunrim Bow.
The true power of the Cheonma Divine Art—forcing all things to their knees.
As he walks, Yeo Ha-ryun’s two eyes burn with different lights.
“Die.”
And with those words, Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands come together, then separate.
There, the Jeolcho of the Cheonma Divine Art that he uses so frequently materializes.
Pacheon Ilgong.
A Kangwan generated by Cheonma True Qi that quietly draws in everything around it and crushes it like a compactor.
Like a black hole, it flies forward unobstructed.
‘Something feels wrong.’
And I sense an incongruity in this sight.
Baekcheon-gun simply stands there, smiling brightly, merely watching.
And when the Pacheon Ilgong reaches his front.
Suddenly, Baekcheon-gun extends his hand.
His hand is engulfed in roiling gray sand, transforming into something like a demon’s claw.
That hand seizes the Pacheon Ilgong.
Kwaching!
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik!
A sound like metal scraping against metal.
From the ground, a terrifying volume of gray sand surges toward that hand.
And moments later, remarkably, the Pacheon Ilgong dissipates.
‘He can do that?’
Shock and awe.
“Ahahaha! This… you’re truly strong. To consume so much Hwoeryeongsa. Impressive. Very impressive.”
“You’re different from the rabble of the Hyeolseonggyo. Then…”
From Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands, Cheonma True Qi flows forth.
It looked like an ominous darkness that swallowed everything.
They flowed from his hands, converging and rotating in the empty air.
I knew what that was.
“Take this!”
Cheonma Divine Art—Parcheon Ilgong.
Black Heaven’s Gate Opens.
The meaning of “opening the heavens” was actually ironic.
This was a martial technique that transcended the existing Parcheon Ilgong.
The moment a gate to the black sky opened, everything was sucked in and annihilated.
Truly the supreme destructive martial art!
Whoooooosh!
Hoeryeong-sa was sucked in frantically.
Even the surrounding air was pulled along, and Baekcheon-gun burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha! Excellent. Truly excellent! The genuine power of Cheon Sal-seong… I’ve tasted it before, but it’s always remarkable! However, this time, I shall be the victor!”
From the dragon skull beneath Baekcheon-gun’s feet, luminous mist arose and was sucked directly into him.
Simultaneously, all the surrounding gray sand exploded with a thunderous boom.
Boom!
It was a small tidal wave made of sand.
My body too was flung into the air, and Ha-ryun suffered the same fate.
I immediately drew the Bing Jeong Sword and shouted.
“Hwang-gu, fall back!”
Pure white, ice-like sword energy erupted.
Toward the wave of sand and the sand exploding beneath my feet, I unleashed dozens of sword strikes in a single breath.
Crack and crackle!
The sand froze and fell away, but soon new sand poured forth.
‘At this rate… I’ll lose! He’s definitely drawing power from that dragon skull and using it! If I don’t stop that, I’ll be forced into a war of attrition!’
Rumble rumble! Boom!
‘The sound of Ha-ryun’s Black Heaven’s Gate being blocked! I must do something, now!!’
My thoughts accelerated.
At this rate, I would certainly be swept away by Hoeryeong-sa and perish.

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