Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 774

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044. Master? Master!?
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!
‘At this rate, wouldn’t Noeji and Hwang-gu rank among the upper echelon of spirits?’
According to what I heard from Yeo Ha-ryun, the Demonic Cult classified spirits into lower, middle, and upper ranks.
Of course, even lower-ranked spirits were exceedingly rare, so naturally they outranked ordinary Demonic Cult warriors.
Still, it was remarkable that the Demonic Cult had so many spirits that they could establish a hierarchy among them.
Within the law of the strong, spirits fought each other and consumed one another.
Demonic Cult warriors who committed crimes became food for the spirits.
It was a form of Gu poison, in a sense.
Compared to those spirits, I suspected Hwang-gu and Noeji ranked quite high.
And for good reason.
Screeeech!
Watching Noeji tear into dried meat after delivering a letter at speeds exceeding ten times Jeon Seo-gu’s normal pace was utterly astounding.
Noeji and I, along with Hwang-gu galloping ahead with a cart strapped to his back, were making remarkable time.
Jasi, who had been following, was already exhausted and had taken a seat in the carriage.
‘According to Yeo Ha-ryun, Hwang-gu especially has grown tremendously.’
At this point, in terms of straight-line speed, wouldn’t he rival the Shadowless Divine Technique?
It was common sense that quadrupedal animals were faster than humans.
There was no way Hwang-gu, who had undergone complete metamorphosis, could be slower than a person.
Perhaps that was why.
In merely three days, Hwang-gu traversed and escaped the Damjin Kingdom.
Not long after, passing through the Dadu Kingdom, we reached Yunnan Province, within the territory of the Hwa Empire.
The journey there had felt eternal, but the return was like lightning and flint!
Upon showing our credentials at the Hwa Empire’s gate, the guards frantically lit beacon fires and sent messenger birds in a frenzy.
‘Surely my arrival isn’t cause for such alarm?’
The reaction was far more elaborate than last time, but I decided not to dwell on it.
Usually such procedures varied greatly depending on who held the highest position.
With that thought, I pressed forward through Yunnan toward Sichuan.
Handling affairs in the Damjin Kingdom had cost me two seasons away.
I was homesick enough to be aching.
But even that journey had to halt once we reached Sichuan after passing through Yunnan.
“Ugh.”
Jasi was vomiting. His face had turned pale.
Seeing Jasi’s necklace rattling, it seemed the spirit Isha was also worried about him.
“Hmm… Jasi should probably learn some martial arts too.”
“Gasp… gasp… Isn’t it just because you recklessly charged ahead like that?”
Jasi had broken down.
Though Hwang-gu was as fast as a supercar, the ride quality wasn’t quite comparable.
The carriage wheels weren’t modern tires but rather a durable Suksin Tribe war machine forged from steel—sturdy but prone to shaking terribly.
Having to endure riding in such a carriage, it seemed Jasi had reached his physical limit.
“Would you like some water?”
I warmed the water slightly to make it lukewarm and handed it over.
Jasi sipped it slowly before speaking.
“I’m parched.”
“My, you must be exhausted. You should rest for a couple of days. By the way, even if you go to a human village, you won’t suddenly feel cravings for food, right?”
Jasi was now a Rakshasa.
Or perhaps a Rakshasa who believed himself to be Jasi.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that since Jasi himself called himself ‘Jasi,’ I acknowledged it as well.
“Physical hunger will naturally exist. But it’s not something I need to concern myself with.”
“Your mental fortitude is impressive, Jasi.”
“One must reach that level to become a Shaman. Rather, it’s you who is strange.”
“Ah… is that so?”
“If you were to become a Rakshasa, you wouldn’t feel hunger even seeing humans. You would likely become an unprecedented, supreme Rakshasa.”
“Is that so?”
I answered as if I were some peddler who had just come out to hawk wares.
It was a sign that I had no interest.
“Yes. But having such potential while unable to see spirits… how frustrating.”
“Yes. You said it was the most basic of basics.”
Strangely, even when I used the shamanic techniques Jasi taught me, Isha remained invisible.
To be precise, I could only see her as a firefly-like glow.
When I drew upon my shamanic power and concentrated, I could gradually make out her outline, but only to that extent.
However, when Jasi used that technique for me, then I could see her clearly.
It was peculiar.
Jasi pondered.
‘It’s as if he’s not seeing spirits as a person sees them, but rather as a god sees people…’
An ant’s view of another ant is equal.
One can even see the scratches on the other’s antennae.
But for a giant human to distinguish one ant from another is impossible.
It would only be possible with a magnifying glass and prolonged observation.
Meanwhile, I found it difficult to distinguish between spirits.
I knew spirits existed and could sense them, but distinguishing each one individually was difficult.
Watching me like this, Jasi felt an uncanny sensation.
‘It must be my imagination.’
The one before my eyes carried divine blood.
Divine blood was so rare that such a thing was certainly possible.
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After I confirmed that Jasi could maintain his reason even when seeing humans,
I headed toward a nearby village.
A small city named Yibin, which was also a port city connected to the Yangtze River.
“First, we’ll go to Uibin and rent a private suite at the most expensive inn. Jasi, you can rest there.”
“I can sense your intention to let me relax without worrying about anything.”
“Even if you see people, you won’t devour them or transform into a Rakshasa, but it’s still true that you feel self-conscious when sleeping, isn’t it? Let’s solve what we can with money. We shouldn’t be stingy and cause problems later.”
In Jasi’s eyes, Jin Cheon-hee was a man who earned like a dog but spent like a prime minister.
He never knew how to save money.
Whenever something was needed, he would spend without hesitation—that was the kind of man he was.
“Jasi, this is your first time on such a long journey, isn’t it?”
“That’s right. I’ve always moved only within the Spirit’s domain. That was closer to patrolling than traveling. And the journey to Natron after that was more of a pursuit than a journey.”
“Hahahaha.”
Jin Cheon-hee laughed awkwardly.
“This place is certainly different from where I lived.”
As expected, people were startled when they saw Jasi and his peculiar appearance.
Leather clothing with bare skin exposed.
And his skin was covered in tattoos, making it even more striking.
Then people noticed the enormous dog, the bird, and a beauty so exquisite she could be called Cheonhailgwang.
“Is that Cheonhailgwang?”
“Oh, it is Cheonhailgwang!”
“The person traveling with Cheonhailgwang also has quite an unusual appearance.”
“Shh, let’s not cause trouble.”
Jasi felt a strange sensation.
Everywhere people lived, they were the same—rejecting and viewing strangers oddly.
With different facial features and skin color, it was only natural to be wary.
‘I thought they’d throw stones and tell me to get lost? Or curse me as a suspicious foreigner.’
Even the ruffians, who looked like troublemakers at first glance, caught sight of Jin Cheon-hee and quietly retreated.
Cheonhailgwang.
Jasi couldn’t understand what power that name held in Gangho.
Whether the Heterodox Faction members quietly avoided them or not, Jin Cheon-hee unpacked his belongings in his room and headed to the inn’s restaurant.
There, he piled up spicy Dongpo pork, mud-baked duck, various cold dishes, and xiaolongbao generously, then fed them to Noeji and Hwang-gu.
Woof, woof, woof!
Chirp, chirp chirp! Chirp chirp!
“Oh, you like it? Delicious, right? As expected. Ahhh, Hwang-gu’s nose doesn’t lie.”
Jin Cheon-hee said this and put a xiaolongbao in his mouth.
“Ah, hot!”
As soon as he bit into it, the broth burst, stimulating all his senses.
With the rich pork juice, Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes widened, and he began eating eagerly.
“The head chef here knows how to make dumplings quite well.”
Speaking thus, he cheerfully enjoyed the xiaolongbao. Among them was especially a málà xiaolongbao with numbing spice, which was like a small hot pot that had entered his mouth.
That was when it happened.
“Move aside.”
A group entered the restaurant.
Their numbers reached approximately fifty strong.
The inn was spacious enough to accommodate such a group without seating issues, but each individual radiated considerable martial prowess.
Woof! Woof!
“Oh, Hwang-gu too? Well, he does eat spicy food well. I’ll have another mapo tofu with shredded pork!”
Slurp, slurp, slurp—
They visibly startled upon seeing the massive dog.
‘Ilgwang?! I heard he was supposed to be in the Western Regions…?’
‘Could it really be Ilgwang? That person came here?’
Jin Cheon-hee, who had been eating, sensed their sudden tension.
‘Judging by their martial aura, they’re Heterodox Faction rather than Righteous. Their uniforms suggest… Sadoren?’
Jin Cheon-hee glanced at them briefly and made the connection instantly.
Soon, one figure from the group that appeared to be Sadoren approached Jin Cheon-hee.
Based on the strongest martial aura emanating from him, he seemed to be their leader.
“I am Wang Mang, the Master of the Seven Martial Units of Sadoren.”
Master of the Seven Martial Units!
The Seven Martial Units—one of the core military organizations of Sadoren.
Years ago during the Bidong incident, some members of the Seven Martial Units had attacked Jin Cheon-hee.
And now this Wang Mang introduced himself as the master of that very Seven Martial Units.
‘Ou, quite bold of you.’
As the leader of the Seven Martial Units, Wang Mang was naturally an absolute master of Hwagyeong, and his fame echoed throughout Gangho.
In fact, Jin Cheon-hee had seen Wang Mang’s entry in the Gangho Directory before.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong rapidly searched through even the peripheral information and presented it to Jin Cheon-hee.
‘He mastered poison techniques and is a sword expert.’
The epithet “Poison Sword” arose from this—his swordsmanship was formidable, but his skillful use of poison made him particularly troublesome.
And on top of that, Hwagyeong!
Although far fewer masters of Hwagyeong survived in this world compared to the original work, where the Jicheon Cheonma claimed many lives in Gangho,
‘His destructive power ranks among the highest in Gangho.’
All this analysis took merely the blink of an eye.
Jin Cheon-hee immediately rose and clasped his fist in salute.
“I am Jin Cheon-hee of Baekrin Medical Guild. What brings you here?”

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