Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 923

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Chapter 923
Of course, Mujeon Gwangmubak was right.
The Three Elites of the realm.
To learn even a single technique from one elevated to the rank of Mu-jon for being a martial arts genius among them—
Such knowledge held a value to any Kang Ho-in that no amount of gold could adequately compensate.
Only then did I set aside my wariness.
This was pure goodwill from Mu-jon.
I simply needed to accept it graciously.
“Ah, so you favor the blade. I suspected as much from observing your hands, younger brother. Swordsmen always develop characteristic calluses.”
Mujeon Gwangmubak stepped forward with hands clasped behind his back.
Thud—
Despite the leisurely pace of a simple stroll, it felt as though Mount Tai itself were shifting.
Yet Gwangmubak spoke with perfect ease.
“Though you’ve undergone rebirth of flesh and bone, cultivated exceptional external techniques and internal methods specialized in regeneration until the traces nearly vanish, this body’s eyes cannot be deceived.”
‘F-frightening person! How did he discern that?’
My hands once bore such calluses.
But after undergoing rebirth and subsequently training in numerous external and internal cultivation methods, my body no longer retained any scars or calluses.
Though the countless fierce battles had left faint scars scattered across my body, they remained hidden beneath my garments.
Even those were gradually fading through the Heavenly Dragon Art.
Like a sculpture carved from jade, one might say.
Yet this monstrous person discerned it merely by glancing!
“You’ve adapted to use your right hand to match others, but fundamentally you’re ambidextrous. Let me see… Your footwork draws deeply from the Three Talents Footwork, and you’ve cultivated the Cheongi Miribu? Hmm, hmm. Excellent. Excellent. Your balance is sound. Good. I’ll concede first move. Come at me.”
“Then I shall engage with complete commitment, senior.”
“Of course. Show me what you have.”
Mujeon Gwangmubak.
She stood with legs slightly parted, appearing perfectly natural and at ease.
Yet I felt a profound sense of wrongness in that seemingly relaxed stance.
There were far too many openings!
‘This cannot be!’
A highly trained warrior cannot maintain such a careless posture no matter how they try.
The rigorously disciplined body and unconscious mind naturally assume positions optimal for martial technique.
Of course, perfection is impossible and openings inevitably appear, but…
To be completely riddled with gaps like this made no logical sense!
‘Then…’
Activating Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence!
Originally a profound martial wisdom technique, it had now evolved further into Transcendent Martial Arts—the benevolence aspect.
It allowed me to perceive the opponent’s bones and sinews as though seeing through them, observing their flow.
Simultaneously, the activated Transcendent Martial Arts Life and Death Wisdom began simulating tens of thousands of possible actions, predicting outcomes.
In that moment, I felt profound bewilderment.
Yet there remained far too many openings.
No matter what move I make, it feels like I could win!
‘But is that really possible?’
A trap.
Or perhaps.
…It means that even in such a form, martial techniques remain freely deployable at any moment!
‘Could it be Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence?’
My sworn brother Cheonwoo had also awakened to Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence.
Specifically, the Technique Without Preparation!
A transcendent martial technique capable of attacking without any preparatory stage.
The supreme transcendent martial art in close combat.
Perhaps my opponent possessed such a transcendent martial technique as well.
‘First, I’ll use this!’
Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence.
Taeul Danseonggeom.
The blade of ultimate speed that I had used in my final resistance against Hae-seon extended forth.
“Oho. Little brother, you’re quite fast indeed.”
In less than 0.001 seconds—an incredibly brief instant.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee heard clearly what Mujeon was saying.
It was merely a casual exclamation.
A sensation as though time itself had twisted.
Within that gap.
Mujeon Gwangmubak’s snow-white hand moved at the same speed as Jin Cheon-hee.
Clang!
A finger made contact with the blade’s surface, transmitting impact.
In an instant, the sword was flicked away and my stance collapsed.
All that from a single finger strike!?
Jin Cheon-hee was shocked but not flustered.
I pulled the hand holding the deflected blade inward and advanced one step further.
Simultaneously, I thrust the sword again, applying nine variations to the strike.
Taeul Danseonggeom Nine Palace Continuous Ring.
Executing nine varied sword strikes while employing Taeul Danseonggeom, a transcendent martial technique!
A fusion of speed and illusion techniques blended simultaneously!
“Speed is admirable, but illusion is not. After all, there is only one true form, is there not?”
With a peculiar movement, Mujeon Gwangmubak’s hand struck the blade’s surface with precision once more.
Clang!
The Nine Palace Continuous Ring technique was forcibly interrupted.
Jin Cheon-hee felt cold sweat breaking out.
‘Could my opponent have also mastered the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong?’
That was absurd.
Yet if my opponent was Mujeon, I certainly couldn’t say with certainty that it wasn’t so.
From the very beginning, its very nature and foundation are shrouded in mystery.
“Hmm. Hmm. I see now. Younger Brother, your martial arts lack any harmony whatsoever, do they?”
“What do you mean by that, sir?”
“Well, it’s one of the characteristics of the Jegallim Family. They tend to judge martial arts purely through knowledge, assembling and attaching completely different techniques together.”
Mu-jon recalled the martial arts, smacked his lips, and spoke with avarice.
“…But martial arts are like cooking, you see.”
“Cooking?”
“A dish made with ingredients that don’t complement each other has no flavor, doesn’t it? Martial arts are the same. When you combine incompatible elements, the harmony breaks.”
“…?!”
“Your Cheongi Miribu and Samjae Bobeop can achieve harmony, but what if you mixed in something like Chwi Palson Bo?”
Chwi Palson Bo.
It was a lightness skill from Gaebang’s divine art scripture level.
A stepping technique said to derive from drunken fist, famous for being mysterious and wondrous.
In terms of martial principles, it was a technique belonging to the Illusion category.
“Cheongi Miribu is fundamentally a technique of the Change principle. It doesn’t match at all with Chwi Palson Bo of the Illusion category. If you tried to learn and use them together, they’d only become tangled.”
“You’re saying my martial arts are like that, sir.”
“Exactly. The Five Elements Divine Art is certainly a remarkable divine art scripture. Zhuge Liang, the founder of the Jegallim Family, cherished the Five Elements Divine Art greatly.”
Then Mu-jon changed his voice and mimicked someone.
“‘The Five Elements are born from Yin and Yang, infinite and boundless, capable of filling all heaven and earth.’ Isn’t that a magnificent and grand incantation?”
Whose manner was he imitating?
It certainly wasn’t my Master Jegalling’s way of speaking.
Then Mu-jon raised both hands.
And something remarkable happened.
Different energies flowed from Mu-jon’s two hands, rising toward the sky.
Five Elements True Qi!
He already knew the Five Elements Divine Art!
“But it’s also true. The Five Elements can become anything and amplify infinitely, transforming endlessly into myriad forms. There’s no martial art better than the Five Elements Divine Art for achieving harmony with any other technique.”
The five separate energies became one.
It transformed into a sphere, then instantly radiated brilliant five-colored light.
What that was exactly, I could not fathom.
Was there such a realm beyond the ultimate of the Five Elements Divine Art?
“However, even if the inner energy cultivation method corresponding to Qi among essence, energy, and spirit has perfect compatibility, if essence and spirit operate separately, it’s all for naught.”
“….”
“Do you truly believe your Taeul Danseonseobeop and Cheongi Miribu are martial arts that properly unite? The Five Elements Divine Art can certainly adapt to those two techniques, but those two are fundamentally different from each other.”
The radiant sphere of five colors scattered and vanished.
Then as Mu-jon extended her hand, a nearby branch was seized by void grasping and pulled into her palm.
“A lightness skill that suits Taeul Danseonseobeop would be… this one. Wind Thunder Divine Step.”
Mu-jon held a sword and slightly spread her two legs, lowering her waist.
Crack. Crackle.
Simultaneously, electricity surged through Mu-jon’s body, crackling with sound.
That was…
“I’ll be going then.”
The moment the words left her lips.
Jin Cheon-hee lost sight of Mu-jon’s movement in an instant.
Just as she vanished from view, I felt something slash through me.
“Gasp!”
A sudden helplessness overwhelmed me, and my emotions were shattered.
It wasn’t my body that had been cut.
My heart had been severed!
Without realizing it, Jin Cheon-hee found myself on one knee.
I had never experienced such an attack before!
“How was that? You couldn’t even perceive it, could you? When you layer speed upon speed, this much becomes possible.”
“Huff… huff…”
That realm which occasionally appears in martial arts novels.
A realm so absurdly distant that only the most legendary masters ever wielded it.
Cutting not the body, but the heart itself!
‘Is such a thing truly possible?!’
A sensation as if being pressed down into a vast ocean.
Jin Cheon-hee clutched my chest, overwhelmed by this bizarre and dizzying sensation.
“Since I’ve severed your heart… there will be considerable aftereffects. Rest for a full day and you’ll recover, so don’t worry. Haha. I suppose this counts as earning my keep, does it not?”
Mu-jon approached and gently caressed Jin Cheon-hee’s neck.
Suddenly, an unprecedented and irresistible drowsiness crashed over me.
“Now then, sleep soundly and when you awaken, you’ll have gained insight. It was a pleasure meeting you. When you grow stronger, perhaps we’ll meet again. At that time… well, at that time…”
She licked her lips with her tongue.
“I hope your martial prowess becomes even more delectable.”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes closed.
Deep darkness embraced me as a sanctuary.
* * *
I awoke to the sensation of a moist tongue licking my face, tickling my skin.
Upon waking, I found Hwang-gu licking Jin Cheon-hee’s face.
“Hwang-gu, I’m up. I’m awake now.”
“Pant, pant, pant.”
Only then did Hwang-gu stop licking.
A familiar gesture. I knew it well.
It was a signal for food.
Every dog owner knows this.
As my eyes opened, my hair ached.
“Ow!”
Noe Jin-i was gnawing on Jin Cheon-hee’s hair with her beak.
Chirp?
“No, no! Don’t eat that. Spit it out!”
I got up from my seat and stepped outside the tent.
I’d collapsed outside the tent, yet when I opened my eyes, I was inside?
It seemed Gwangmubak had moved me.
‘For Mujeon to personally carry me to the bed—I’m not sure whether to feel honored or indebted.’
He’d even tucked the blanket around me before leaving.
‘My goodness. Such luxury is rare indeed.’
I loosened my stiff body with stretching, then performed the Tai Chi form from beginning to end with measured grace.
After circulating my inner energy through the Grand Circulation, my body felt refreshed.
Then, reflecting on yesterday’s events, I prepared breakfast.
It all felt like a dream. And yet.
The traces outside the tent proved it was no dream.
Mujeon Gwangmubak.
A man to whom the phrase “appearing and disappearing mysteriously” was perfectly suited.
I myself had always prided myself on considerable strength, yet he handled me as easily as a child.
Moreover.
The martial arts Mujeon displayed were undoubtedly valuable.
His form, movements, and momentum—all were etched into my memory.
A leap forward to the next stage.
It would surely prove beneficial.
“Harmony….”
The Taeul Danseonseobeop was certainly a divine technique, and I’d wielded it well until now.
But it didn’t align with my footwork.
In fact, perhaps it wasn’t just the footwork.
I’d employed various martial arts techniques until now, yet they didn’t all harmonize with one another.
And then there’s the Five Elements Divine Art.
Its advantage is that it meshes well with any technique, but perhaps there exists a true counterpart that truly belongs with it.
The Mudang Faction’s supreme inner cultivation method, the Tai Chi Divine Art, is essentially the root of the Mudang Faction itself.
It’s natural to use Tai Chi Form and Taiqing Mountain Water alongside the Tai Chi Divine Art.
Moreover.
The Tai Chi Form actually includes a footwork technique called Tai Chi Step, making it a complete martial art of both offense and defense.
‘Come to think of it…. The Taeul Danseonseobeop doesn’t include footwork. Perhaps… it once existed but was lost or fell into disuse.’
The Cheongi Miribu exists as a separate footwork technique.
It’s not a matching pair.
Excluding the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong and Cheongi Miribu, doesn’t the Jegallim Family lack any truly authentic family martial arts?
The Taeul Danseonseobeop and Five Elements Divine Art were both acquired from outside sources.
How strange.
I had a premonition that some secret of the Jegallim Family might be hidden within this phenomenon.
As I organized my thoughts, I finished preparing breakfast.
After eating breakfast, I cleaned up and rose from my seat.
‘At last, we’ve arrived at the Imperial Palace.’

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