Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 840

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Chapter 840
Cheonwoo maintained his horse stance while beginning to rotate the cube in both hands.
It was slightly lighter than what Sama Hyeon had once manipulated, but the puzzle difficulty had increased due to its more complex form.
As expected, he was furrowing his brow as if his head ached.
Beside him, Sama Hyeon was performing a bridge pose with a thousand-jin black iron statue weighing six hundred kilograms resting on his abdomen.
“Uuuugh….”
“You’re holding up well. Hyeon-a. An ordinary person would have shattered their spine, but as expected of a Kang Ho-in, you manage admirably even with such intense training.”
“It’s not just the spine that breaks—most people would die. Hyeong. And normally, even punching a cliff would fracture your fingers. That’s what an ordinary person is. Hyeong.”
“That’s true enough.”
Click, click, click.
“I’ve solved it all. Hyeong.”
“Oh! Impressive, Cheonwoo. Your progress with Hyeonwon Gong is quite swift.”
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong was a secret transmission of the Jegallim Family and couldn’t be taught, but Hyeonwon Gong was already widely known throughout Gangho, so I had transmitted it to Cheonwoo.
On top of that, I recited various incantations to teach the doctors.
By combining training with brain-power enhancement puzzles, my Yangui Singeong was mysteriously advancing by leaps and bounds.
“I never imagined Yangui Singeong could be elevated in this manner.”
“Indeed. Normally, Yangui Singeong can only be learned by specific individuals, and even those chosen few risk losing their minds in the process.”
“By expanding cognition itself through Hyeonwon Gong, Yangui Singeong rises in tandem—is that the principle?”
“Yes. That’s how I did it.”
When the Jegallim Family was annihilated, their martial techniques scattered in all directions.
The most widely disseminated was the formation technique, followed closely by this Hyeonwon Gong.
Of course, just because Hyeonwon Gong had leaked didn’t mean everyone could learn it.
My Master Jegalling once said this.
-However, using Hyeonwon Gong causes inner energy to accumulate with extreme ferocity, so the other great sects couldn’t employ it. Some attempted modifications, but they all failed in succession.
“The Hyeonwon Gong I teach you has been refined by my Master, and I’ve slightly adjusted the incantations to suit the Mudang Faction’s doctrine, so you shouldn’t have any particular difficulty gathering inner energy.”
At those words, Cheonwoo was astonished.
‘My brother speaks of refining martial techniques as casually as eating a snack.’
The deeper the roots of a martial art, the more reason there is for such difficulty.
The King of the Mudang Faction understood how extraordinarily difficult it was to refine such things.
Yet Jegalling and Jin Cheon-hee.
The two geniuses of the Jegallim Family were casually adjusting techniques to suit each person, as if mending shoes.
This wasn’t merely possible because they were masters of the martial way.
It required mastery of the eight extraordinary meridians of the human body and medical skill reaching the realm of divinity.
In truth, even whether this is possible with just that much is questionable.
The approach my brother was taking was so fundamentally different in how he regarded martial arts.
“That’s truly remarkable.”
“What’s remarkable about it? Even with modifications like this, I still don’t understand what the essence of energy truly is.”
“That’s something even Jang Sambon doesn’t know, so let’s give up on it. Hyeong.”
“….”
My brother doesn’t answer.
That statement also meant he had no intention of giving up.
“Anyway, the higher my cultivation realm and the deeper my understanding, the more I realize how much I don’t know.”
“You’re truly remarkable, Hyeong.”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled faintly.
At that moment, Sama Hyeon deliberately let out a groan.
“Ugh, ohhhhh!”
Glancing over, I could see his posture hadn’t wavered in the slightest, yet he was putting on quite the act.
It was a ploy to draw attention.
Cheonwoo spoke up.
“It seems Hyeon is struggling.”
“Cheonwoo, cultivation is always difficult. But his posture hasn’t collapsed at all—it’s perfectly fine. I’m starting to get worried about Hyeon.”
At that moment, Sama Hyeon added a comment.
“Gaga~ This humble one fears he may perish.”
His washboard-like abdominal muscles showed not even a tremor.
Sama Hyeon was currently training in external cultivation.
There are many types of external cultivation, and what Sama Hyeon was training in now was the external cultivation of the Golden Divine Art.
The training method wasn’t the original one, but one I had devised.
It was designed to strengthen muscles and make the flesh indestructible like diamond.
So he was holding a heavy weight in a bridge pose.
Placing a load on the body, and when applying that load, letting qi seep into the muscles. The muscles themselves evolve!
That is external cultivation!
Only then did I give Sama Hyeon the attention he desired.
“Hyeon-a. You’re truly… remarkable. You’re holding a thousand pounds on your abdomen in a bridge pose, yet why does the load seem weightless? Are you even human?”
“What are you saying, Gaga? Can’t you see how difficult this is for this girl?”
Only chocolate-colored abdominal muscles were visible.
“Try doing push-ups in that position. What have you been doing to become this strong? Does the Thousand Changes Sword Technique include external cultivation training? That shouldn’t be possible…”
This was strange.
No matter how much load I added, he kept holding on.
“Now support yourself with your arms and do push-ups in a reverse bridge pose!”
“Push-ups means arm push-ups, right?”
“Of course it’s Hyeon. Perfect.”
Eventually, Sama Hyeon had to see his limits anyway, so he began following his brother’s instructions.
“Hnnnngh!”
“Finally, finally the abdominal muscles are starting to tremble a bit. Hyeon-a! The load is finally taking effect!”
“Grraaaah!”
“Oh, you still have the strength to cry out. Good. Next time, we’ll gradually increase the weight. You need to hold on well, understand? But if you can’t, that’s fine too. I’ll be watching closely and remove it immediately if things get dangerous.”
The brother I hadn’t seen in a while was nothing short of a demon himself.
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After finishing the hellish training, it was time for a bath.
Baekrin Uiseon may not have much else, but the hot spring facilities were well-developed, so at least that was nice.
‘Whether it’s good or bad that I can’t use muscle soreness as an excuse to escape, I really can’t say~’
Sama Hyeon thought this as he headed toward the grand bathhouse.
“Oh, Hyeong. You made a new one? I’ve never seen this bathhouse before.”
“Yeah. I’m experimenting with a medicinal herb bath. The herbs change every day for a week. Right now only the Researcher Doctors are using it, but it’ll expand later.”
“I’m not sure if I should be using something this impressive first, Hyeong.”
“No, no. Cheonwoo. Just use it plenty and let me know what improvements are needed.”
With that, Hyeong casually stripped off his clothes and went inside.
From the splashing sounds, it seemed he was washing first.
Sama Hyeon, familiar with the routine, quickly undressed and headed to the bath.
Cheonwoo, with a slightly flushed face, slowly undressed and entered with them.
Jin Cheon-hee, who had already washed, submerged himself in the bath.
“Ahhh… Today it’s the Eight Treasures Bath. I’ve steeped eight medicinal herbs that are good for muscles, and since I just came back from intense training, I should be able to feel the effects.”
Hyeong swayed happily in the water.
Submerged in the bath, Hyeong looked just like a sea anemone or jellyfish.
Whoosh!
After finishing his wash, Sama Hyeon used a towel to twist his hair up in one swift motion.
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight.
“How did you do that, Hyeon-a?”
“I applied binding technique~ You could do it right away if you tried, Hyeong?”
“I just roughly tied mine up with a cord, but that does seem more convenient.”
And with that, Jin Cheon-hee immediately replicated the binding technique Sama Hyeon had used.
Truly a remarkable level of skill.
When Cheonwoo finished washing and entered, the bathwater instantly became waves that overflowed.
Splash!
“Wow, Cheonwoo really is massive. Similar to our Master?”
At those words, Cheonwoo sighed.
“That’s why I wanted to bathe at different times at the Mudang Faction’s grand bathhouse.”
“Being boneless is a good thing though.”
“I suppose…”
At 190 centimeters tall with a physique like a Western action hero—bulging muscles across his entire frame.
Jin Cheon-hee suddenly spoke.
“Cheonwoo has quite a few scars.”
“Ah, yes.”
Sama Hyeon also had many scars, but Cheonwoo had just as many.
It made me realize just how much these two brothers had walked the bloody path.
Still, I was relieved that there were no scars on vital points.
“There’s a big one on your back—is that alright?”
Unlike Sama Hyeon, Cheonwoo showed a puncture wound on his back.
Normally, that alone would have been fatal, yet Cheonwoo had survived.
And recovered enough that he hadn’t even told Hyeong about it.
“Yes. I was stabbed in the back by a fallen monk who became a hermit. It was during my first time doing the Black Selection, when I still trusted people more than I do now.”
“Hmm, so even Cheonwoo had a soft side back then~”
“Haha. That child was cute. They reminded me of an older brother I met when I was young.”
It seemed that while he was letting his guard down, someone named Abi had stabbed him in the back.
Cheonwoo laughs.
‘That’s right. Cheonwoo must have seen plenty of ugly things while doing the Black Selection.’
It was the path that Gwon Je had walked.
So it seemed Cheonwoo had wanted to walk it too.
Gwon Je hadn’t particularly tried to stop him.
It wasn’t that this indifferent man wanted him to understand how cruel the world could be.
Rather, he probably did it to give him plenty of real experience.
“Cheonwoo won’t have to worry about being swindled anywhere.”
“Well, that’s fortunate.”
Cheonwoo said this and trailed off. It seemed he didn’t want to talk much about the Black Selection.
“Anyway, just how strong have you become? At this point, I can’t even see where it ends.”
“What are you talking about? There are so many people above me.”
Sama Hyeon immediately countered.
“That can’t be right. Aren’t you right below the Three Elites~”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee shrugged.
“Who knows. Of course it might feel that way, but the Two Emperors probably have techniques they’re still hiding. And there are probably masters like my Master who aren’t widely known.”
“Everyone knows your Master is strong. But since he doesn’t openly display his martial prowess, how would we even know~”
“That’s what makes my Master terrifying. He achieved enlightenment yet has no desire for martial fame.”
In any case, Gangho is vast, and there is much that remains unknown.
Jin Cheon-hee shared this conversation with his younger siblings.
But for some reason, they weren’t convinced.
“Well. You always prioritize subduing people while keeping them alive. So if you gave that up, I think….”
“Hmm?”
Sama Hyeon’s violet eyes gazed into Jin Cheon-hee’s blue eyes.
“I think you wouldn’t lose even against the Three Elites.”
Just as Jin Cheon-hee was about to deny this, Cheonwoo added a word.
“But in the end, you’d still be a doctor.”
That was true.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“That’s probably why I’m called Ilgwang.”
Was there really a need to kill people?
Gangho people are strange.
If they really wanted to display martial arts, couldn’t they do it through competitions like soccer?
After witnessing Jeong Gajangju’s Half-Step Returning Movement this time, I’ve been thinking a lot.
‘Enlightenment… If everyone’s enlightenment is equally important, then why do Gangho people insist on killing others to reach the Way?’
No matter how much flowery language is attached to it, a blade is a weapon, and martial arts exist to kill people.
Even knowing that, wouldn’t one dedicate one’s entire life to reaching the Way?
It was a difficult question.
Rather than that.
“Master, just how much stronger do you intend to become~?”
Having achieved this much, my older brother continues forward like a rhinoceros horn instead of slowing down, which leaves his two younger brothers simply amazed.
Jin Cheon-hee answered to that.
“How much stronger? What kind of question is that….”
Obviously, until nobody dies.
Jin Cheon-hee said so and left the hall.
‘Come to think of it, didn’t Hye-a say she had a request?’
Sure enough, as I stepped outside, Sama-hye was waiting.
“Eun Gong!”

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