Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 807

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Chapter 807
‘First, I need to subdue this person.’
I had to act quickly.
I already knew that Sama Hyeon would ‘restrain’ himself from killing in front of me.
Because I myself was someone who sought to save lives.
But.
Right now, Sama Hyeon was temporarily mimicking ‘Cheon Sal-seong’ through the Cheonbyeon Sword Technique.
If he were older with deeper martial knowledge and the corresponding enlightenment to match, it might be different, but that wasn’t the case—control wouldn’t be easy.
In other words.
He could lose himself before I could even stop him.
‘Sama Hyeon isn’t reckless by nature and has something to rely on, so he’s attempting this, but…’
There was something he didn’t know.
He possessed far greater talent than he himself realized.
That exceptional talent would continue to drive him toward destruction, and in the Jicheon Cheonma timeline, it would culminate in his death at Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands.
I wanted to steer him even slightly away from that Jicheon Cheonma route.
So I had to swiftly dispose of the opponent before me.
‘This man’s weapon is a crescent blade. And judging by his physique and muscle density alone… he feels similar to Guan Yu. Could he be descended from Guan Yu’s bloodline?’
A distant collateral descendant of Guan Yu, who had sworn brotherhood with Liu Bei, was indeed serving as a Master in the Baekrin Group under the Baekrin Medical Guild.
Master Guan San.
But as I recalled, there was no direct lineage of Guan Yu’s family.
Not in the political world, not in the merchant world, and not in Gangho.
There were those who inherited the Guan surname, certainly, but they didn’t form any organized clan.
However.
The man before me gave off a feeling similar to Guan Yu. This wasn’t calculation—it was more like intuition.
‘Then… to subdue him… fifteen moves. If unknown martial techniques emerge… at least thirty moves.’
I calculated the moves.
And began my assault.
Boom!
First, I kicked the ground.
Soil and stone fragments scattered forward as debris.
Infused with internal force, each piece carried the destructive power of shrapnel from an explosion.
My opponent moved in response.
He advanced forward, extending his crescent blade to create the same whirlwind as before, deflecting the stone fragments.
Yet he pressed forward with stubborn determination.
‘That much was as expected.’
And I immediately unleashed the martial technique I had prepared.
Pae Cheon Musang Divine Technique.
Pae Cheon Pa Geuk Palm.
I spread both hands wide, and terrifying palm force erupted outward.
The force shimmered with a deep blue hue, writhing like dark clouds as it surged forward.
Among the martial techniques of the Tyrant’s Way, the Pae Cheon Mu Sang Divine Art—a supreme divine technique—and its palm strike!
Its destructive power clearly surpassed that of other supreme divine techniques.
The bearded man advancing forward saw it and his eyes widened.
In an instant.
His entire body swelled up. His muscles expanded, his frame doubling in size as his clothes tore apart.
Simultaneously, both his hands lifted the crescent blade toward the sky before bringing it down in a sweeping strike.
Crack!
The palm force of the Pae Cheon Mu Sang Divine Art split in half. Then he rushed forward.
At the same time, he raised the crescent blade that had been descending upward. In that instant, I moved forward.
Stepping on the spear shaft and riding atop it, my blue eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light.
My left hand moved, scattering an ominous black energy.
The toxic qi of Hyeongyeong’s Poison!
‘Switching offense and defense in this very moment?!’
The bearded man was slightly taken aback.
Yet he had no intention of retreating here.
The bearded man gripped the spear shaft with one hand while striking it with the other.
Whoosh.
The spear shaft bent and swayed.
The moment my body bounced upward, he twisted the shaft and struck sideways.
Boom!
But the sensation felt wrong. It felt as though he had struck cloth rather than flesh.
Thud.
I landed about three zhang away. My pale blue eyes fixed upon the bearded man.
“Indeed. You possess considerable ability.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am recording it.”
“What?”
“Your strength, stamina, reflexes, inner energy, habits….”
A chill.
The bearded man felt the hair on his entire body stand on end at my words.
This was… different from that Sama Hyeon fellow from before.
It felt like striking against some bizarre wall.
That wall was like a mirror, reflecting and observing him. The sensation of something inorganic—not human—staring at him.
“Moreover, given that you are ignoring my poison… it appears you possess something like a poison-neutralizing pearl. Likely something your backer provided you, yes?”
Gritting his teeth, the man stared at me.
That thing is not human.
No. It must be something mimicking human form.
It laughed.
“Ou~ so my victory is now assured. Might I make a proposal?”
A monster was opening its mouth and speaking human words.
“Surrender and allow yourself to be acupunctured. I have no wish to stain my younger sister’s hands with blood.”
* * *
Before Jin Cheon-hee engaged the bearded man in combat.
Sama Hyeon harbored such thoughts within.
‘Two.’
Though I had not spent an extended period with Yeo Ha-ryun, I had continuously ‘observed’ him.
What exactly was this entity called ‘Cheon Sal-seong’?
After prolonged observation, I began to understand.
It was another soul.
An additional soul existing within Yeo Ha-ryun’s being.
He was born this way from the beginning, and that is precisely why he is ‘Cheon Sal-seong’.
And I ‘studied’. Acting is not something achieved easily.
One must understand the subject, and one must know the subject.
About Cheon Sal-seong. And about Yeo Ha-ryun.
As a result.
I became Cheon Sal-seong.
‘Why count? He’s going to die anyway. Let’s kill him already. See the blood. It’ll feel refreshing.’
From within, madness mutters at tremendous speed.
Simultaneously.
Power surges from within my chest. I know this force is fundamentally different from inner energy.
However, a problem arose here.
‘You’re so dull. You can’t just kill everyone based on your mood~ Hyeong dislikes that.’
‘That’s right. We mustn’t do things that Hyeong dislikes.’
‘Exactly! We must consider Hyeong’s feelings to be a good younger sibling, right?’
Other versions of myself, performed through the Cheonbyeon Geommangong, surface in my mind. And they begin conversing with Cheon Sal-seong.
This is the problem.
The higher my mastery of Cheonbyeon Geommangong becomes, the more I fragment into separate selves….
Ordinarily, one goes mad and becomes a lunatic here.
Or one limits the number of ‘acted’ selves and continues living.
It is mere speculation.
But my Master, Seok Nosa, likely restricted the number of ‘acted’ selves to a certain count as well.
And that was probably also the reason he did not teach the latter stages to Hao Munzhu, my sifu Hong Ryu.
‘According to Seok Nosa, reaching this point supposedly takes an incredibly long time?’
I cannot be certain. He is a man who never clarifies anything properly, so I cannot even be sure if what I learned was taught correctly.
I trust only half of it.
That is the way of Sama Hyeon, the Hao Wen Rumor Master.
Therefore, I crossed the line.
And this is the result.
Endless strength.
Having crossed the line, I obtained transcendent power.
I had already reached the Hwagyeong stage, and thanks to the Golden Blood Hall’s advantages in obtaining spiritual medicines, my inner strength had become formidable.
Yet Sama Hyeon had now surpassed even that.
First of all.
The natural essence of heaven and earth flowed into my body as though it were my own.
It naturally blended with my inner strength and was deployed instantaneously.
Whoooosh.
My entire body was enveloped in protective qi.
It was a brilliant golden radiance, a martial technique anyone could recognize at a glance.
Golden Divine Technique!
The exclusive secret art of the Golden Blood Sect Leader, a supreme martial technique known to reveal its true power only through training in proximity to gold itself.
Its nature belongs to metal among the five elements, and it is said that upon perfecting the Golden Divine Technique, one’s body becomes indestructible as diamond and one wields golden protective qi.
‘Why does my brother worry about me so?’
I’ve grown this strong.
Does he still see me as that young child from back then?
In the back alleys of Hangzhou.
A child who possessed nothing and could protect nothing.
That powerless child who screamed while watching my brother’s collapsing figure.
Now no one dares look down on me, yet it seems he still sees me as a child.
“You… You too are an existence that disturbs the heavenly mandate! How can such a thing be!”
The Aged Taoist who called himself Baek Do-sa.
‘Ah, this is infuriating. How much stronger must I become before my brother truly sees me?’
The moment Sama Hyeon thought this.
His left hand was crushed.
A warrior who wielded no weapons in bare-handed combat, yet that single hand was shattered by Sama Hyeon’s grip.
He was astounded by Sama Hyeon’s power.
“Guh, guaaaah!”
A strength that far transcended rumor, and such talent!
How could this child possibly harbor the essence of Cheon Sal-seong?
Surely I felt nothing of the sort until just moments ago!
At his cry, Sama Hyeon’s protective qi slowly subsided.
His eyes flickered with gold as he smiled like a melting moon.
“You say I disturb the heavenly mandate? Hehehehe. That’s… quite…”
Sama Hyeon stretched out both hands.
“A pleasant thing to hear. In return…”
Sama Hyeon brought his left hand to his face. And when he lowered it.
The momentum shifted once more!
As though absolute cold that would not melt even after a thousand years, eternal glacial frost had descended.
It was Jegalling.
The Nine Yin Absolute Meridians. And that genius.
He was performing it.
My genius nature allowed me to mimic the second genius in one breath.
“I shall grant you death without pain.”
Sama Hyeon walked forward. Not through lightness of step, nor through footwork technique. He moved as a refined scholar would walk.
In a sense, it was an unguarded posture full of openings.
The languid way he moved resembled a sated beast. Indeed it did.
It was the gait of a silver-haired man.
Yet the Aged Taoist already knew that one must not let their guard down against such an appearance.
“Wicked creature. I shall slay you and set the heavens right….”
But the Aged Taoist could speak no further.
Sama Hyeon’s hand, which had approached without warning, seized a portion of his throat and tore it away.
Splurt!
Blood became a wave in an instant, overflowing without restraint.
The Aged Taoist trembled and wavered, managing only a few final words before collapsing.
“How…. So swift….”
Thud.
Thus the Aged Taoist died.
Sama Hyeon gazed down at the corpse with eyes still indifferent and cold, then brushed his hand once. As though something filthy had stained it.
Though warm blood clung thickly to his fingertips, they remained cold. Jegalling’s inner nature was like an unmelting winter.
Soon, maintaining that composure, he looked toward the distant horizon.
I could see Jin Cheon-hee subduing the bearded man.
I brought my hand to my face.
To return to my true self, I need only think of two things.
The glimmer of stars and the joy of karmic connection.
And that night sky over Hangzhou from my childhood.
Sama Hyeon exhaled deeply.
Soon I ceased the act and became myself.
Grin.
“As expected of my brother~ You fight well even in shackles~”
That appearance of paying no mind whatsoever to Namgung Un’s battle was utterly characteristic of Sama Hyeon.

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