Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 838

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Chapter 838
-All you need do is dissolve poison into the water, Gaju of the Gongseon Family. It’s hardly a difficult matter.
Like the forked tongue of a viper, he whispered slowly and softly to everyone present.
He had instructed the Gongseon Family and other maritime trading sects to prepare a poison that would spread gradually through water, in preparation for when these enemies might attack.
The Five Rings Alliance was formed by five great sects, but looking within, smaller and medium sects had continuously joined, making their forces even more formidable.
And it was none other than Jegalling who had prepared that poison.
-We’ve already stockpiled considerable quantities of paralytic and sleep poisons. My disciple took a small portion for his use, but there should still be more than enough for the Five Rings Alliance to employ.
Remembering that moment sent chills down my spine.
He had already foreseen all of this before my disciple faced thousands of assassins with poison.
‘What’s truly terrifying is that he didn’t stop at just one contingency. While creating poison to counter the grotesque creatures of the Hyeolseonggyo, he even predicted what my disciple would do in the future and left it at the Baekrin Medical Guild.’
-If you dissolve the poison at the sea route location I sent beforehand, it should be quite suitable. The waves aren’t particularly fierce there, and there are few reefs. Given the location, the poison should persist for quite some time. Since it only affects humans and leaves the fish unharmed, the grotesque creature will have difficulty noticing.
-By the time it does notice, it will already be too late. It will struggle desperately to escape the water, so at that moment, why not simply become a fisherman?
-A fisherman catching grotesque creatures. Instead of nets, if you weave sword formations to attack, you should be able to subdue it easily without anyone getting hurt.
How far ahead had he calculated?
And that grotesque creatures would fall to human poison just as easily.
How could Baekrin Uiseon possibly know this?
Had he personally tested it through experimentation?
Or could it be that he was simply fortunate, and everything aligned perfectly on its own?
That couldn’t be.
Yet it was so mysteriously subtle that it seemed as though everything unfolded naturally, as if by the will of heaven itself.
Suddenly, the chill I had suppressed once before surged back.
‘Is Jin Cheon-hee truly not afraid of such a master?’
After all, it was the disciple Jin Cheon-hee who was moving such a man.
Having thought this far, Gongseon Hyeon spoke with an icy expression.
“It seems we do need to conduct a large-scale subjugation, just as the Alliance Leader said.”
She sent another signal.
The drum sound changed.
It meant the battle had ended.
“Victory! Victory, sir! Gaju–!!!”
“Is anyone injured? Is everyone safe!”
“We’re all safe!”
The Gongseon Family Warriors raised their voices in unison, cheering for victory.
“Waaaaaaaaaa!”
A complete victory with not a single casualty!
No battle had ever been like this. And their opponents were grotesque creatures and corpse demons they’d never seen before.
Had they ever achieved victory against non-humans like this?
Fire ignited in everyone’s hearts.
They would speak of this at drinking gatherings their entire lives.
They would shout about it together.
Even at eighty, even at ninety, a victory they would never forget!
They began severing the necks of the dead grotesque creatures and hurling them into the sea.
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A location some distance away from the Gongseon Family’s ship.
A hidden small island.
There, a man wearing a thin cloth face veil stood with his servant.
As the wind blew, the veil billowed, revealing the man’s long silver hair.
Though his face remained hidden, that silver hair was a mark anyone could recognize.
Baekrin Uiseon Jegallim.
He was observing the Gongseon Family’s first naval battle from this island.
“Sorcery truly is mysterious. I wonder if I should have learned sorcery to heal my own body.”
“I’m not sure, sir. I’ve never heard of sorcery curing the Nine Yin Meridians.”
“True, I haven’t heard of it either. In the first place, sorcery has never flooded the Gangho like this before. At most, there were only those like Sulgye.”
What should have been an uninhabited island was now drenched in blood.
It was as natural to him as breathing.
Though he now lived saving people as a doctor, the path he walked before becoming a physician had always been paved with death.
Around him, monsters lay gasping with severed limbs.
Strangely, the severed limbs writhed as if alive, their cut edges so sharp they seemed to move of their own accord.
Not a single drop of blood stained Jegallim’s hands as he gazed down at them.
The same was true of his pristine white face veil.
He had severed his opponents with mere intent, yet he had not allowed even a single drop of scattered blood to touch him.
It meant this man had displayed martial prowess that all Kang Ho-in would marvel at without even catching his breath.
The largest and most ornately armored of the grotesque creatures opened its mouth.
“You… you are not even a monster. How… how could such power be granted to a human…!?”
“The Three Elites of the realm possess it openly. Why couldn’t I?”
“…You are calamity itself… Ruin must surely follow in your wake…”
Jegallim let out a soft chuckle at those words.
“Calamity? That’s an interesting perspective. And yet you creatures are clearly evil incarnate, speaking such things?”
Jegallim knew exactly what the grotesque creature had been devouring just moments before.
Human limbs—commoners’ limbs at that—had been plainly visible in the creatures’ feeding grounds.
The grotesque creature leader spoke to Jegallim with venom in its voice.
“The… the Hyeolseon will… Kugh!”
In that instant, the leader’s body arched like a bow.
Blood erupted in a torrent.
But far too much blood was pouring out.
It was far more than what would spill from a simple rupture of the body, and even accounting for the side effects of dark arts, the sight was grotesquely wrong.
Yet Jegallim did not move an inch.
He simply gazed upon the scene with composure.
“I wonder how far this will go.”
“Master, you certainly have a cruel disposition.”
“Cruel? It’s the heart of a researcher. To kill vermin, one must study that vermin alongside the killing, must one not?”
Soon, those blood droplets began to writhe as if alive, then started clumping together violently.
“Hmm, are they alive? I wondered if some kind of Gu curse had been planted, but even the Demonic Sect’s Gu wouldn’t work in this manner.”
Before long, the blood that had clumped together and squirmed began transforming into various faces.
However, with only eyes, nose, and mouth present, they were so grotesque that an ordinary person would suffer nightmares merely from looking at them.
Finally, those faces began speaking to each other in different voices.
-One who has overcome the Heavenly Mechanism.
-The last bloodline of the cursed Jegallim Family?
-How amusing. That the Jegallim clan still survives in this twisted world.
-It’s because Zhuge Liang’s Eight Trigram Formation still maintains its efficacy.
-How tedious. Still protecting this wretched world, are we?
Jegalling observed them with an expression of intrigue.
“Hyeolseon. Evidence that the Immortal Realm exists, and that humans or even beasts can become immortals. So it seems that regardless of good or evil, one can reach that level if they awaken to the Way.”
The Way.
The place that sentient beings reach after a lifetime of cultivation.
-Hmm, you’re making such observations while looking at us?
-Ugh, how irritating. He’s similar to his ancestor.
-But thanks to this fellow, we can spread our wings even more, right?
-Still, the Cheon Gi-sunhaeng will soon move properly.
They chattered away about Jegalling like idle gossip.
But Jegalling paid no attention to such chatter.
Various idle talk. Boastful remarks. Some of it was even intended to intimidate Jegalling and dull his mind and spirit.
Yet Jegalling simply listened.
Yoo Ho understood the reason why.
‘He’s extracting information from the Hyeolseon’s chatter.’
Even if they deliberately omitted important information, the other party was Jegalling.
And from within that chatter, Jegalling immediately caught the most crucial information.
“I see.”
In the span of a single breath, Jegalling continued speaking.
“So the Three Elites will soon be able to move as well.”
-….
At those words, the multiple faces made of blood instantly closed their mouths.
In a sense, it was an abrupt statement.
The Hyeolseon had clearly been discussing the Cheon Gi-sunhaeng and the distortion of the Heavenly Mechanism, yet he suddenly brought up the Three Elites.
However.
The Hyeolseon realized what meaning lay behind Jegalling’s words.
This last bloodline of the Jegallim Family had grasped what he needed most from the slightest clue.
“The realm of Hyeongyeong is the boundary between immortals and humans—in other words, the realm of Banson. Yet they no longer meddle in worldly affairs. One could say this applies to Seon-jon by nature, but the movements of Ma-jon and Mu-jon would be impossible given their temperaments.”
The Hyeolseon fell silent and said nothing.
Merely that.
With only that much, Jegalling had obtained absolute certainty that his deduction was correct.
“In the end, those who attain Hyeongyeong cannot interfere in worldly affairs due to the so-called ‘Heavenly Mandate.’ And if you and Cheon Gi-sunhaeng can move more actively… doesn’t that mean they will also move soon?”
Soon, faces crafted from blood began to writhe suddenly.
-Hahahaha!
-Ufufufu!
-Ihihihi!
-Kuhahahaha!
The grotesque laughter they produced echoed through the air.
Normally, even without true voice projection, merely hearing laughter indirectly should have ruptured Jegalling’s ears fatally, yet neither he nor his servant stirred.
-As expected.
-Certainly.
-Indeed.
A brief silence. And what came next was madness itself—a funeral dirge.
-Youyouyouyou werewerewerewere thethethethe keykeykeykey totototo destroydestroydestroydestroyheaven’sheaven’sheaven’sheaven’s orderorderorderorder.
All sounds merged into a single chorus.
Screeeech—
Even Jegalling felt his body shake this time.
An ordinary martial artist would have fallen into demonic possession merely hearing that sound, vomiting blood from their dantian.
But the seal the man bore could never be stripped away.
He simply stood there, unmoved.
“So, what is your proposal, Hyeolseon?”
-Join hands with us.
-Soon, the world of humans will face destruction.
-It is a predetermined future.
-Cheon Gi-sunhaeng moves for that very purpose.
-But what if there were a way for you and Banson’s bloodline to survive?
-Even if you attain Hyeongyeong, you cannot protect your disciple.
“Hmm.”
Jegalling fell into thought for a moment.
Snap—
He folded his fan and waved his sleeve slightly.
Suddenly, a sphere of pure force manifested in empty space!
With mere intention, the man created a phenomenon.
It bore similarities to the realm once displayed by Ma-jon and Cheonma.
-No!
-This is!
-How!
The moment Hyeolseon’s voice cried out in shock.
The sphere descended and utterly crushed the blood-formed faces.
Kwaaaang—!
The moisture within the blood evaporated without a trace, and the organic matter within the blood vanished entirely, leaving no remnant.
A cruel hand that would not tolerate even a single fragment of madness.
Behind him, Yoo Ho stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Jegalling spoke to Yoo Ho.
“Their purpose is roughly visible to me.”
“You can discern that, sir?”
“To some extent. But it’s still incomplete. If I gather the fragments of information that those called Cheon Gi-sunhaeng possess, it will become more complete. Hyeolseonggyo and Cheon Gi-sunhaeng are hostile to each other, yet sometimes they move together.”
“I see.”
“It’s like two painters completing a single painting together. They wish to paint the same thing, yet each hopes their own hand is more evident in that final work.”
Jegalling’s words were full of metaphors and difficult to understand.
However, that was not particularly important.
I knew he would show me directly soon enough.
Yoo Ho brought up another matter.
“By the way… my congratulations, Master. It seems you may cast off your restraints after all.”
“Not yet. For certain plans, not yet.”
Jegalling smiled faintly as he looked at Yoo Ho.
“Well. Watch patiently. You have nothing you can tell me anyway, bound as you are by the seal.”
At those words, Yoo Ho nodded.
“Of course, Master.”
For a noble being to remain in this land, restraints were necessary, and thus Yoo Ho could not speak.
He could only watch and serve Jegalling with those eyes.
“Everything you do is for that young master, is it not.”
“Yes. For that foolish boy, I go to such lengths.”
Jin Cheon-hee did not know who he was moving.
He did not know what his Master truly was.

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