Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 933

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Chapter 933
‘Mu-jon… Mu-jon is…’
I could not sense any presence from her whatsoever.
In that moment alone, both smell and sound were completely blocked from my perception.
‘Ah, Hyeongyeong is space itself.’
When sword energy becomes a point, then a line, then a plane.
Finally, when it fills the entire space—that is Hyeongyeong.
To achieve this required a new sense, and when I truly awakened to the Five Elements, did not a new sense emerge within me?
‘This sense… Yes. This sense was the minimum hint toward Hyeongyeong.’
My Master spoke.
“You seem to have realized something. However, it does not end there. When you push the Five Elements Divine Art to its absolute limit—yes, when you truly reach Hyeongyeong, you can ‘create’ inner energy infinitely.”
“Is such a thing truly possible?”
To fight infinitely?
How could such a thing be possible?
In that moment.
Jegalling snapped his fan shut with a sharp sound.
Then strange flowers and exotic grasses began to grow around him.
The earth rose up, forming small mountains.
Water emerged from within and flowed down, while fire blazed up and danced around the surroundings.
I understood.
‘When I underwent my rebirth. The phenomenon that occurred then.’
Of course, if that had happened to me alone, this was the entire space around Jegalling transforming and metamorphosing.
My Master’s Five Elements true energy filled heaven and earth!
“This is… this cannot be…”
I could only acknowledge it.
“…Master, when did you reach Hyeongyeong?”
“Who knows. That is not particularly important, is it not?”
My Master brushed it aside casually and continued.
“Rather, observe this. Hope. This is the true Five Elements Divine Art. If one fills the world with the Five Elements, what do you suppose would happen?”
“…One would become the master of all things under heaven and earth.”
It seemed strange to call it the ultimate of martial arts.
Normally, martial arts meant killing and dominating people, did it not?
Yet the Five Elements Divine Art appeared almost the opposite in some ways.
Of course, it depended on who wielded it.
“This entire domain belongs to me. The power over life and death of all within it rests in my hands.”
Taha-pa was strong.
However, he was incomparable to the realm reached by Mu-jon, Ma-jon, and my Master.
I realized the gap between them was far greater than the difference between two cultivators of the same Hwagyeong.
True Hyeongyeong stood before my eyes.
Yet despite achieving such a tremendous feat, my Master continued speaking as casually as if eating breakfast.
“Of course… if someone possessed the strength to resist this, I couldn’t strip away their power of life and death. But that’s beside the point.”
Crunch!
“However, I can certainly constrain that power. Just as you are being suppressed right now.”
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
The pressure intensified further.
Jin Cheon-hee gasped as his limbs were crushed beneath the weight.
‘Is this the power Master has hidden away, deceiving the heavens themselves?’
It was the most beautiful garden in all the world.
And also the most omnipotent garden that ever existed.
In a world where disciples die, and die, and die again in endless repetition, a futile master’s desire to save this one child alone.
A wish that this child would never be hurt, never suffer pain, never die—that such a place might exist for him.
Yet knowing in his heart that it was impossible.
A master’s heart, burdened with a disciple who must continue dying in order to live, began to take form.
From the moment his body drew too close to Hyeongyeong, Jegalling had not drawn his sword even once.
And yet his heart grew worn.
His Heart Demon eroded away.
In the end, Jegalling’s genius alone was enough to tear open Hyeongyeong.
A realm beyond Transcendent Heart Mastery.
Since his martial arts were not yet completely perfected, no name had been given, but shouldn’t it contain a character meaning model garden?
He was a skilled gardener.
And this world was a garden for his disciple.
He did not wish to place even a single shard of glass beneath that child’s feet.
‘Yet he will still die.’
Death was this child’s inevitability.
Jegalling thought to himself.
This Heart Demon.
This foolish disciple does not know.
He only fears this omnipotent realm of Hyeongyeong that his master has created.
“Ugh! This is unbearable! M-Master!”
“Surviving within the domain of Hyeongyeong is itself training.”
Besides, I’ve only drawn out a tenth of my true power.
If you cannot endure even this, you will not survive.
Pathetic wretch.
Live.
That is all your master desires.
“This is as if… even creation itself would be possible… yet such power is not… permitted to humans… ugh… It is astounding.”
Something fundamentally different from the martial arts Jin Cheon-hee had previously known, different from its very roots.
Of course it was.
Jegalling had not even grasped his sword to avoid entering Hyeongyeong.
And yet he had ultimately reached that realm anyway—but whose fault was that?
“The Five Elements.”
Infinite and boundless.
I gathered my inner force to resist my Master’s power.
Yet, that alone was insufficient.
When would this dull disciple finally comprehend?
‘He’ll understand soon enough.’
Dull though he was, he was never lazy, so Jegalling believed he would soon discover how to survive in this space.
“And only in this state can one truly wield the Taeul Danseonseobeop.”
Jegalling raised the tip of his fan.
Not a sword, merely a fan.
Aside from being somewhat sturdier and better balanced, it was unremarkable—the kind of fan one could see anywhere. To the eye, nothing special.
I had carved the moonwood material myself, and a craftsman had finished it.
A high-quality fan, nonetheless.
Yet it could hardly compare to a weapon forged from the beginning to take lives.
However, merely lifting the tip of that fan made me feel as though the heavens themselves were resonating.
Soon, my Master’s fan descended like raindrops, light and gentle.
And those raindrops began summoning countless more.
Not real rain.
Raindrops forged from sword energy.
Though the sun blazed brightly in the sky, the sword energy my Master created was transparent like water droplets, reflecting light as if one were witnessing dawn itself.
And the raindrops that began like mist quietly drenched all directions.
Growing ever larger.
Soon, a downpour.
A spectacle of sword energy filling the entire space.
The downpour brought thunder, striking in all directions.
If the drizzle was a point, the downpour was a line.
Sword energy carved through the world, shattering and pooling on the ground.
They filled the space, moving according to my Master’s will.
Crack, crack, crack—
Fissures began spreading across the training ground.
“My, my. It seems Yoo Ho’s barrier is finally reaching its limits.”
“…!?”
Suddenly, I sensed something amiss.
Yoo Ho was not human.
I had long suspected he was a demon, or perhaps something far beyond—one of those distant entities.
Because even she had recognized Yoo Ho.
If he were merely a mermaid of the level I had seen before, there was no way she would have acknowledged him.
And there were not many beings capable of deceiving even the heavens using the Touyong temporal mechanism.
If a barrier created by such a being was struggling to withstand this, what level of power did those raindrops possess?
‘Without even wielding a proper sword… how is this possible…’
Each raindrop possessed the power to shatter mountains and tear through rivers.
A single drop was enough to slaughter a hundred martial artists.
Yet not one of those raindrops so much as grazed a single hair on my disciple.
A chill ran down my spine.
“!”
My Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong immediately arrived at the answer.
‘Could it be that every single raindrop is moving within Master’s calculations?’
Who could know the trajectory of rain?
Who would calculate each one individually?
Yet Jegalling was doing exactly that.
As naturally as breathing.
Jegalling’s Transcendent Heart Demon Transformation
Taeul Danseonggeom
이십사식—-!
Master spread twenty-five sword paths like a fan as he spoke.
“The point is, you must cover heaven and earth. You must seize all space in your hands.”
“Master….”
A chill rose within my chest.
It was despair.
The despair of knowing I could never catch up to this man.
No matter how much I was Jin Cheon-hee, no matter how much, it was impossible to calculate and command the trajectories of every sword force pouring down like a tempest.
‘If I reach Hyeongyeong. If I reach Hyeongyeong, will such miracles truly become possible?’
This was like the process of becoming a god.
What exactly was Martial Arts?
Could this truly be called Martial Arts?
Was this something a human could achieve?
That emotion which countless others had harbored toward Jegalling—
I myself had now come to feel it.
‘What am I to do?’
It felt like falling through a bottomless void.
“Does this not harmonize beautifully with the secrets of the Five Elements Divine Art? Those who can survive within this are extremely rare. Even the Three Elites would struggle.”
Had anyone else spoken thus, I would have thought it arrogance born of ignorance.
But the speaker was my Master.
I understood that his words came from observation and insight alone.
‘Ah, I see now. Master is like that… That is why he could fight against beings like Taha-pa.’
There was no need to bring martial artists along on his journeys.
Even Yoo Ho served merely to facilitate attendance and smooth travel.
The true power already dwelled within him, did it not?
Did he even need to draw a blade?
Whether he refrained from drawing his sword to suppress his enlightenment or not, everything Master grasped ultimately became a weapon.
With merely a fan crafted from wood and metal, I had created such a miracle.
Even if my enlightenment slowed, it would not have stopped.
Then Yoo Ho spoke.
“We’re reaching our limits now.”
“Ah, well then. Let me do just one more thing and we’ll call it done.”
Jegalling drew his sword from above to below.
‘Is this a heart-severing sword technique like Mu-jon’s?’
I watched, wondering if he was cutting through the mind itself.
Yet through my Master’s sword path, something pitch-black appeared as a sword mark before vanishing again.
Crack!
“Master? What is this…?”
“I merely wounded space itself. It will return soon. Five Elements severing Five Elements.”
“…!”
“Yes. In your terms, you could say I ‘sliced through dimension’ itself.”
A large sword mark and a thin sword mark.
Two attacks flew forth with a single swing.
Simple and powerful.
Light enough to combine with any technique.
But if it cuts through space itself, that changes everything.
And Yoo Ho’s barrier completely shattered.
Crash!
“Honestly, your personality too.”
As Yoo Ho grumbled in displeasure, my Master replied.
“It’s a barrier I was going to dismantle anyway. What’s the harm in breaking it?”
Snap.
My Master folded the fan.
Then the small worlds he had created crumbled, and the harmony of heaven and earth returned completely to its original state.
As if it were a lie.
I smiled faintly.
“You are truly remarkable, Master.”
“With a bit more effort, you could do the same. Besides, you should be able to imitate it similarly now. That’s the beauty of the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.”
“….”
I laughed.
I only laughed.
I had to.
I had to hide this emotion, this strange despair.
‘I cannot keep pace with my Master’s expectations.’
What my Master had shown me was a realm possible only for an extremely rare few among geniuses.
I looked down at my own palms.
‘I have never thought myself dull, even if I am not a prodigy….’
My chest ached with a dull pain.
Now I found myself in the same position as those martial artists who once witnessed the Hyeolrin Gwangssal.
Still, combining my past life and present life, I had lived quite a long time.
Living within an organization, hiding emotions came naturally to me.
“Master, it seems it’s time for your detailed examination.”
“Very well.”
What was I to do?
That realm of cultivation…
How could I handle being deeply captivated by something I could not follow?
‘If I still cannot give up despite this, what more can I do?’
The moment I witnessed that realm my Master displayed, my heart trembled.
It trembled so intensely I could not turn my gaze away.
Strangely, it was the most ideal martial art I had yearned for throughout my long existence.
‘Hehe, how foolish I am.’
Before a true genius, even this admiration became meaningless.
I wiped my chest.
I should reduce my tea intake.
It stings.
* * *
My Master lay naked before me.
His body was densely covered with hundreds of needles.
What my Master had once done to his disciple, the disciple now did to his Master.
‘Yes. Medicine relies less on talent than martial arts does.’
I took his pulse for a long time, then took it again.
Wherever I was curious, I inserted needles and repeated the qi-pulse examination.
I precisely mapped the meridians and yang channels within my Master’s body in my mind.
“How extraordinary.”
“Which part is extraordinary?”
“Master, you are clearly in a state of Nine Yin Severed Meridians. Yet your body moves as though you were completely healed.”
“Upon reaching Hyeongyeong and devouring space, one can likewise move the inner space. It is the completion of a small universe, so to speak.”
“Wondrous indeed.”
“Why would it be wondrous when it is a realm you will reach?”
“Yes, your words are correct.”
I quickly formed a seal, fearing my heart might be exposed, and withdrew the needles using only spatial manipulation.
Cha-la-la-rak—
With a single sweep of my sleeve, all the needles flew up and inserted themselves one by one into their respective needle cases.
The moment every needle entered its proper case.
I flicked my finger and tossed the lid.
Tak!
It closed cleanly.
What is genius?
My disciple swallows despair as naturally as breathing.
‘What is martial prowess, what is talent, truly?’
How could I possibly reach a realm that even the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong cannot bridge?
I had never faced such an opponent before.
One where not even a thread of a clue appeared.
Yet I could not surrender.
‘There is nothing left but to try something.’
The doctor swallowed my resolve.
The moment I give up, my patient dies.
If martial arts, like a person’s lifetime, are the same—
I knew that the moment I surrendered, my life as a warrior would end the same way.
‘Ask myself: does my sword wish to stop here?’
No, it does not.
I have not lived softly enough to surrender at this point.
‘Then it is decided.’
It was more painful than despair, yet brighter than hope.
I clench my fist, enduring the searing agony that consumes my insides.
I wanted to scream.
But Jin Cheon-hee deliberately pulled the corners of my mouth upward and spoke cheerfully.
“This should be a complete recovery. Shall we throw a celebration?”

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