Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 859

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Chapter 859
“Yes. And so the path I discovered is this: Transcendent Heart Technique. The Way of the Supreme Ultimate—Taegeuk Il-do. There exists one Way within the Supreme Ultimate, and I merely showed it to you, Senior.”
It is said that in the beginning, the Supreme Ultimate was born from the void.
The Supreme Ultimate divided into the Five Elements, and from them arose all things in creation.
Then is not the Supreme Ultimate the source of all existence?
If one were to embrace such a source within oneself….
“Then your final master? That person must be a formidable warrior as well.”
“He is a brewer of spirits.”
“A master of the martial arts?”
“No. He has never even ventured into Gangho. Yet his spirits contained within them the essence of life itself.”
“Strange words indeed. Such a person imparts such profound teachings? Equal to the Mudan’s master or the elder of the Jegal Family?”
“Yes.”
The realm of the formless warrior.
That is precisely the Transcendent Heart Technique—Taegeuk Il-do.
A martial art that could rival the Jegal Family’s secret transmission, Transcendent Heart Technique: Heavenly Realm Governance, now revealed itself here!
“Kh… kh-kh-kh-kh. To lose to such a green junior… Was my desire for resurrection merely my own greed….”
Crack. Crackle-crackle.
Fissures began spreading across his entire body, radiating from the handprint at its center.
Soon, like shattering porcelain, his body crumbled entirely into fragments.
Crash!
His form scattered into dust, and from where he had stood, black smoke rose and flew toward the torches, where it was consumed by flame.
Whoosh.
Was it merely imagination?
The torches seemed to burn larger and brighter.
And at some point, Cheonwoo felt his two brothers appear behind him.
But he did not turn around.
He looked down at his own hands.
‘I did it.’
What he had wanted to show everyone.
That he was no longer a young child in need of protection.
Taegeuk Il-do.
Cheonwoo clenched his fist.
“Cheonwoooooo!”
At his brother’s call, Cheonwoo finally turned around.
A joyful smile blooming on his face.
* * *
“Wow! Hyeon-a, did you see!? He actually pulled it off!”
“Wow~ Third brother. I told you not to let your guard down. Always acting all mysterious, but he was hiding something like that?”
Jin Cheon-hee was making a fuss, and beside him, Sama Hyeon wore a subtle smile.
It was certainly neither artifice nor mockery.
Pure joy.
In this moment, even Sama Hyeon was experiencing happiness.
Soon the enemy fell, and the fractured space merged back into one.
“Cheonwoo!”
Jin Cheon-hee rushed forward, calling out to Cheonwoo.
“Hey, you brat! What are you doing without getting my permission first!”
As he spoke, he struck Cheonwoo’s back with a sharp slap.
“Ow! Brother, it hurts! Brother!”
“You deserve more! Worrying your brother like this!”
After hitting him several more times, he began fussing over something else entirely.
“Anyway, why are you so badly wounded? Huh? If you had injuries like that, you should have told me right away.”
As he spoke, he pulled out wound medicine, bandages, and acupuncture needles from his sleeve.
Then he began treating the wounds skillfully.
Cheonwoo felt his youngest sworn brother, Sama Hyeon, approach and grin as he watched.
“What are you looking at?”
“Oh~ I’m just impressed with Brother? I’ve never seen you like this before. That’s amazing. To pull off a technique without preparation~”
“You were watching? I was startled when you suddenly disappeared.”
“According to Brother Cheon-hee, it’s a type of barrier that separates space. I watched you fight inside it.”
As I listened to their conversation, for some reason I felt a warm emotion welling up inside me.
“So you called it Taegeuk Ildo? That’s impressive. Is that the teaching of Elder Gwon Je?”
“Yes, Brother. He showed me before. It’s also the reason why Master came to be called Gwon Je. And I finally succeeded in digesting it in my own way.”
Transcendent Heart Technique Taegeuk Ildo.
As a transcendent heart technique that enabled attacks without preparation, it was a transcendent heart technique that created absolute superiority in close-range exchanges of offense and defense.
Fundamentally, a heart technique is no different from a warrior’s will embedded in martial arts partially altering the rules of the world.
A transcendent heart technique, advancing one step further, reverses the warrior’s surrounding world.
Then what is an attack without preparation?
It meant an attack where the preparation stage was omitted.
For a fist to extend, muscles must move.
To use a martial technique, one must perform the corresponding stance.
Drawing the arm inward and then extending it—it seems like a simple punch, but doesn’t this involve two processes?
However, in the state of Taegeuk Ildo, the moment intention arises.
The attack has already reached the enemy.
The preparation process of drawing the arm inward is omitted!
Truly, a broken transcendent heart technique!
“And the appearance of Jeong Gajangju became a clue for me.”
“That old man had no practical experience. It’s ridiculous that he reached that far without knowing.”
“That’s how profound Taegeuk Gwon is. Profound enough to contain one person’s entire life.”
“Yes. And that became a heart technique.”
‘In the end, there was Brother.’
No matter how clear the path appeared, reaching it required my own two legs, not someone else’s. My brother strengthened those legs.
Unaware of Cheonwoo’s inner thoughts, I jested lightly.
“Excellent! Well! I was worried for nothing!”
I released my hand.
“There. It’s finished.”
I struck once more with a sharp clap, then spoke.
“Well done. You did well, Cheonwoo.”
“Phew… This time I deserve praise, don’t I?”
“Of course. Whose younger brother are you!”
“This is frustrating. Next time I’ll have to earn points too~? But brother, about those torches.”
Several torches affixed to the upper wall.
“The flames have grown larger, haven’t they?”
“That’s right. They grew bigger after Eon Jeon-mu vanished earlier.”
“Something’s definitely going on…”
“We need to descend to the next level anyway. We can’t afford to be leisurely. The life force of the commoners outside is being drained rapidly.”
“By the way, brother. The bell didn’t ring while we were fighting here. The bell hasn’t ended, has it…”
Doooooong—!
The bell tolled before I could finish speaking.
But this time, strangely, the sound wasn’t distressing at all.
“It seems to pause only during combat. Let’s go.”
At my words, the other two nodded as well.
And we headed toward the staircase leading down to the next level.
* * *
“He is coming.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Indeed, as Hyeolseonggyo said. They called him the seed of Banson. He is no ordinary person.”
Eon-gwon Gaju gazed down at his son, who was inside a jar in this bizarre place.
There was only one jar.
All the other jars besides Eon Jeong-mu had vanished.
“Hehehehe. To think it would come to this. How amusing. I never imagined the main house would face annihilation in my generation…”
“It is not your fault, Father. It is my fault.”
“It is my fault for teaching you poorly. No, I should have prevented you from ever touching ‘that’ in the first place… But there’s no helping it now. It’s all in the past.”
“Yes, Father.”
“The ceremony has already begun. We have invited the guest, entertained the guest, and tested the guest. Everything will be decided once he reaches the end.”
The Gaju of Eon closed both eyes.
“…Yet it was enjoyable. The research with Ilgwang.”
“Yes. I never knew you could enjoy research with him so much.”
“It’s fortunate to have such a pleasant memory at the end.”
And he remained motionless, as if turned to stone.
The torches on the ceiling flickered ominously.
* * *
“This… such overwhelming strength….”
The second floor.
The one who introduced himself as Hwangbo Kang attacked while wielding the Hwangbo Sega’s Lightning Divine Palm.
Facing him was Sama Hyeon. And this Hwangbo Kang too appeared to be a jiangshi, enduring the tension with his body and attacking with Donggwi Eojin’s methods.
However.
That was a fatal mistake.
Hwangbo Kang’s body, caught in Sama Hyeon’s grip—hands stained with golden inner force like a hydraulic press—was simply crushed and pulverized.
Crack!
It was truly instantaneous.
In the first exchange of blows, he lost both arms, and Sama Hyeon seized Hwangbo Kang’s panicked neck, tore it away, and swiftly claimed victory.
‘Wow, wow. Such speed.’
Hyeon is certainly the type where sparring and life-or-death battles differ greatly.
Even I watching was astonished.
As a result, he uttered words of despair, then shattered and scattered, vanishing while spewing black smoke.
“Gaga~ How was it? Did you enjoy the entertainment?”
“No, you… your grip strength. When did it become so powerful?”
“I’ve been training in my spare time~”
I watched Sama Hyeon feigning innocence and wore an exasperated expression.
Certainly, there are people born with naturally strong grip strength.
According to Earth’s Guinness Book, grip strength is measured by how quickly one can “roll up” a “regulation-standard” frying pan.
And indeed, Earth’s number one grip strength holder is someone with monstrous power who can roll a frying pan like paper, though surprisingly their build isn’t that large.
Sama Hyeon was born with exactly that kind of grip strength.
Add martial arts training and separate cultivation on top of that, and the power was enough to seize and tear apart a body of diamond-like indestructibility.
He might even be able to snap the Icy Blade with bare hands.
Sama Hyeon shrugged his shoulders while looking at Cheonwoo.
His appearance seemed to say he was fine without something like transcendent martial technique.
‘Aigo, he’s even jealous of that.’
After purely rejoicing for a moment, here’s someone whose jealousy has even reached Hwagyeong.
Would you find another like this even if you searched through all of Gangho?
‘It must mean his drive for achievement is that great.’
Jealousy requires that much energy to manifest.
I too expend energy on things I enjoy, but I don’t have the vitality to be jealous of others’ martial prowess.
It’s not a matter of strength. My body is young.
It’s not a lack of ambition either. I wouldn’t have come this far without it.
Rather, it’s the emotional energy one directs toward others.
‘He’s young. Hyeon is.’
This middle-aged man living a second life envies his younger brother’s youthful vigor.
‘Right. I’m also gaining youthful energy thanks to Hyeon.’
Thinking thus, I changed the subject.
“This is the second one….”
“As expected, the torchlight is growing larger.”
“It seems to have some meaning… but where?”
I leaped lightly upward.
Reaching the torch affixed to the upper part of the wall, I swung the Bing Jeong Sword without hesitation.
Whoosh!
The blade passed through the torch.
As if it were a phantom.
It had been nothing but an illusion without substance from the beginning.
“This. No matter how I look at it, it seems like sorcery.”
“Can’t you dispel it, hyeong?”
“I’ve learned a few sorceries, but I’m not an expert. I should have studied more diligently with Jasi if I’d known it would come to this.”
I spoke words that would have made Jasi shudder, as if it were nothing.
“Fine. Once we return to Baekrin Uiseon, sorcery training is mandatory from now on! We need knowledge about these dark arts too.”
“Hyeong. You’ll die living like that~”
“Still, it seems like there will be uses for it in the future, so I should do something about it.”
My eyes gleamed with burning determination.
Watching me like that, Sama Hyeon also let out a quiet sigh.
To others’ eyes, it would all look the same blue light, but the color subtly shifts depending on my state of mind—something I probably don’t realize myself.
However, Sama Hyeon, who had observed me for a long time, knew it well.
‘Hyeong seems to have a lot on his mind.’
Sama Hyeon thought that far and then changed the subject.
“Come on. You said we don’t have time, hyeong? Let’s go~”
“Let’s do that.”
The three of us descended the stairs again.
* * *
First floor: Eon Jeon-mu. This floor: Hwangbo Kang.
And on the third floor, a most unexpected figure appeared.
“I never thought my descendant would come.”
A scholar was waiting for the three of us there, and for some reason, he held a fan to his lips and fanned himself slowly.
“Cough, cough. My name is Sama Jin. As a descendant of the Sama Sega, I have mastered the Yukdo Samnyak and researched formations that surpass Jegal Ryang’s Eight Trigram Formation. Cough.”
A sickly-looking handsome young man.
Whether he was showcasing his pallid appearance through coughing or simply couldn’t help it, his demeanor was ambiguous.
And his gaze was directed at Sama Hyeon.
In the sword-wielding Confucian world, the significance of an ancestor is great.
Normally, one should first show proper respect.
Sama Hyeon’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as well.
Soon after, he smiled languidly toward his ancestor.
“Hee~ A descendant, you say. Me?”
Along with words that sounded insane.

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