Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 942

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Chapter 942
‘Of course, the Righteous Faction isn’t exactly virtuous either.’
They simply refrained from committing acts worthy of the Heterodox Faction’s name.
In the end, they too earned their wealth through the blade.
In this Gangho, nothing holds more value than another’s blood.
Had I not felt this truth countless times already?
How brilliantly golden trees bloom in the wake of bloodshed.
I descended astride Hwang-gu directly into the center of the two sects’ clash.
I counted the wounded surrounding me and gauged the depth of their injuries.
‘Fortunate. This should be manageable.’
The bloodshed had only just begun—there were no gravely wounded yet.
As I descended, I invoked the secret formula of the Thousand-Weight Pestle, pressing both Hwang-gu and myself firmly to the ground.
Boom!
The earth trembled in an instant, radiating outward in concentric circles that spread far into the distance.
“모두 동작 그마아아아아아안—–!”
My internal energy seized control of the surrounding air in a heartbeat.
Even the most irreconcilable enemies had no choice but to still their hands.
I dismounted from Hwang-gu and called out again.
“모두 물러나십시오—-!!”
My warning, infused with true energy, shocked everyone present.
“It’s Cheonhailgwang!”
“Ch-Cheonhailgwang?! The distance from Baek Rin’s territory to here is considerable, is it not? How in the world did you arrive here?”
“I heard he moved like a ghost, but to think he’d involve himself in bloodshed like this!”
Since words alone would not suffice, I immediately unleashed my Formless Pressure.
….
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
My Formless Pressure bearing down on all sides sent shivers through every body present.
Dust settled rapidly.
The wind ceased.
With each breath, as if their mouths were sealed, they felt suffocation.
Trees and grass began to bend in a single direction.
Yet it was peculiar. My Formless Pressure differed distinctly from techniques like Cheonma’s Sovereign Pressure.
Strangely, it did not crush people with great force.
It merely felt like being wrapped in a thick blanket—no actual pressure applied.
A terrifying mastery of space.
“…Damn it.”
“To think Cheonhailgwang had reached such a realm….”
“M-Magic? Is it magic!?”
Those who could sense the disparity in power quietly retreated backward, while those unable to perceive the difference in realms cried out that it was sorcery.
Yet such people were dragged away by their Sifus or Elders who could discern the realm, and they withdrew.
After confirming that everyone had put away their weapons,
I withdrew my formless technique.
Whoosh—
The temperature of the air rose with just that.
Breathing became easier.
The trees and grass returned to their original direction.
As if the myriad things of heaven and earth had been wrapped in a blanket—everyone swallowed hard at such a miraculous display.
Meanwhile, I let out a soft sigh.
‘As expected, it’s different from Master’s realm. Far too distant.’
I had merely imitated the form, unable to approach its true essence.
And that was only natural.
The essence of that martial art could only be achieved by transcending true enlightenment itself.
This mere imitation fell far short.
‘…I’m going mad.’
The moment I close my eyes, the realm Master showed me appears—that sword path.
The way of genius. Even if I turn my head away, telling myself I walk a different path, what can I do about this ideal I’ve already witnessed?
That realm is embedded beneath my eyelids, refusing to leave.
That martial art, that enlightenment.
Will I ever be able to grasp the essence rather than merely the form?
But such thoughts belong only to those who have already ascended.
To others, I appeared as nothing but a monster.
The Elders sent a transmission.
[Do not provoke Ilgwang’s displeasure. This person is not one we can face.]
“Sorcery! That is sorcery! Since when has the Iron Foot Gate bowed to sorcery!”
Rather, those of lower cultivation showed no fear of the formless technique I had displayed.
And that made sense.
It wasn’t like pressing down on the entire body as the Heavenly Demon’s Supremacy would.
Merely covering with heaven’s force and pushing slightly.
No injuries, no pressure felt.
So they mistook it for weak sorcery or illusion.
In a way, it was only natural.
[You foolish bastard!]
However, those who could recognize the realm cursed in frustration.
Regardless, I stepped forward calmly, one pace at a time.
I drew no blade, released no killing intent—merely a peaceful stance.
To the eye, there were far too many openings, making me appear as a commoner who had never learned martial arts.
I spoke.
“What’s the matter? Why are you clashing with each other on such a fine day, in such fine weather?”
“….”
“It appears to me that you are martial artists of the Iron Foot Gate and the Defeated Mountain Sect.”
The Elder opened his mouth.
“I speak to the Divine One of the Jade Eyes.”
At that moment, a hotheaded warrior from the Iron Foot Gate shouted.
“The Iron Foot Gate has righteously risen against the tyranny of the Defeated Mountain Sect! Divine One of the Jade Eyes, please do not interfere with our sect’s path!”
“Bah! Tyranny, you say! Did not the Iron Foot Gate burn the farmlands of the Defeated Mountain Sect!”
The Defeated Mountain Sect also had their hotheaded warriors.
And they too, feeling no pressure or injury upon themselves, believed this to be sorcery.
Like a pup unaware of a tiger’s fangs.
‘No matter how strong Cheonhailgwang is, he cannot make an enemy of our entire sect!’
Youth made their blood boil first.
The Elders were prepared to clutch their heads and collapse without concern.
“What! Did you think we wouldn’t know you tampered with fruit prices! Even knowing that our sect’s main business is fruit wine!!”
“How ridiculous! You started first….”
“Enough–!”
At my words, even these pups closed their mouths.
What I had just displayed might be sorcery, but my inner energy was real.
I immediately recognized these pups for what they were.
And simultaneously, I grasped the true nature of both sect leaders.
Enemies.
The animosity visible between the two was surely that which appears between those who deeply hate one another.
‘Now that I approach Hyeongyeong, even this becomes visible to me.’
But prolonged observation brings dizziness, so I deliberately close my senses.
Thinking thus, when I looked around, the world returned to its original appearance.
‘Once I leave, they’ll fight again anyway. This is….’
The Geompaemun and Dopae-mun had already clashed once before, spilling blood, which is why a temporary lull had settled.
But now, before collision.
All of them crave each other’s blood.
‘Is this the true nature of bloodshed?’
Sensing it through Hyeongyeong’s perception, the world became even more hellish, and I could see their mutual hatred stabbing at one another.
It seemed impossible to prevent the bloodshed, and a sense of frustration washed over me.
‘Wow, so this is why ascension happens.’
Not merely because heaven demands ascension, but these Daoists who find this sight unbearable simply ascend on their own.
‘And here lies the reason why Hwagyeong warriors can never overcome Hyeongyeong warriors.’
This perception.
Another sense that can feel the opponent’s life force and intent.
Even a half-formed Hyeongyeong, merely by mimicking it, can pierce through the opponent’s intent and penetrate with one’s own.
I sighed softly.
And how deeply they hate each other.
How much they crave each other’s blood.
‘What meaning would healing them even have?’
I gritted my teeth.
It was like eternally rolling a boulder up a mountain peak. Wasn’t it?
No matter how many times I pushed it upward, the boulder would inevitably fall in the end.
Then I would have no choice but to roll it back up again.
‘No. Even so, if I treat them now, people who would have died later might live.’
I deliberately spoke with brightness in my voice.
“Ou, as you say. I won’t interfere in your conflict. But since there is such a thing as propriety, I’ll simply treat the wounded and depart. Are there any patients who have difficulty moving? Any patients hovering between life and death?”
I had already assessed the situation once, but since I hadn’t taken their pulse through true qi examination, I couldn’t be certain.
“Oh! Truly the Blue-Eyed Divine Physician!”
“I heard he doesn’t pass by patients without treating them, but today I’ve come to know that the Gangho’s reputation is true!”
At my clear words, both sects brightened considerably.
Treatment was welcome.
They would have preferred I didn’t treat the opposing sect’s martial artists, but even if that was difficult, wasn’t there at least a possibility that our people could survive?
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“Truly the Blue-Eyed Divine Physician!”
“I won’t forget this kindness! Blue-Eyed Divine Physician!”
Thus I treated several patients.
While treating them, I spoke.
“Today you absolutely must not exert yourselves greatly. And don’t use martial techniques~”
As I warned while casting a meaningful glance at both sect leaders, they wore sheepish expressions.
Thus I treated all the injured.
With the situation developing this way, both sects behind seemed to withdraw from each other for now.
‘But they’ll fight again soon enough.’
As I approached Hyeongyeong, it became even clearer.
My newly awakened senses whispered to me.
That this was the nature of Gangho.
And humans were ultimately what created that nature.
Humans.
* * *
‘Has my Master been fighting such Heart Demons all this time?’
Even while coveting my Master’s realm, I had never truly understood his Heart Demon.
Now I was beginning to understand, even if only slightly.
For some reason, I felt that the answer to this question would become the key to transcending Hyeongyeong’s wall.
This was the sixth sense possessed only by martial artists who had crossed the threshold between life and death countless times.
But how much mud would I have to swallow before reaching that growth?
‘Did other martial artists go through this same process?’
Until now, I had transcended walls far too easily.
‘I see. A true “wall” has finally appeared before me.’
So I had to find the answer.
Paradoxically, to complete my martial mastery, I also had to complete my understanding of the Heart Demon.
‘This is quite the predicament.’
To reach the Moshan Sect, I had to cross a river.
And even after crossing, I still needed to travel considerably further downstream.
Of course, with Hwang-gu beside me, we could traverse it somehow, but we still had to stop frequently along the way.
‘This is already the third martial faction locked in bloody conflict. Hehehehe.’
Considering that Gangso Province is as vast as South Korea itself, this felt like absolute chaos.
It was like traveling from Seoul to Busan while neighborhood thugs everywhere wielded knives and fought each other.
At least kitchen knives would be a mercy. These people were heavily armed with homemade incendiary devices and improvised explosives.
The righteous path factions at least tried to keep commoners from getting swept up in it, but these heterodox faction bastards pushed things to their limits.
When I saw them setting fire to innocent homes, I finally caught them, dislocated their joints, sealed their pressure points, and sent them all to the government office.
‘If you want to fight, fight among yourselves.’
They gathered in small groups wanting to spill each other’s guts, and I had neither the capacity nor the means to stop such voluntary slaughter.
But why burn commoners’ homes? Damn it.
Did they need some visual effect for their blood techniques?
Did it have to be someone else’s house?
When I caught and beat them, none claimed they intentionally set fires—they all said it just happened during the fighting.
So I sent them to the government office to have a nice chat together.
Getting beaten with a wooden club while their dantian is sealed might help them understand what commoners feel.
That’s how I arrived near the Moshan Sect.
‘Hmm?’
Chills ran down my spine.
Moshan, where the Moshan Sect was located.
Even from a distance, I could see bizarre energy swirling and surging upward.
It was different from ordinary energy or the intent that martial artists emitted.
Spiritual energy.
Something ordinary martial artists couldn’t even sense or perceive.
Perhaps a master at the peak could feel it.
But understanding exactly what that spiritual energy was proved difficult unless one had connections to the Daoist sects.
I wondered what was happening that such spiritual energy surged upward like a water spout.
“What on earth is happening? Hwang-gu, let’s go check it out!”
Woof woof!
Contrary to his cute bark, Hwang-gu tensed his hind legs and kicked off in one explosive motion.
Boom!
The earth trembled with each step as his massive frame stretched out and flew forward like a shot put.
In an instant, he cleared a small hill, landed on the crown of a massive ancient tree, and using its elasticity, launched himself skyward again.
Had the earth always been this small?
When Hwang-gu ran with true intent, no one could stop him, and his movement was like wind sweeping across the plains.
‘Oh, if I can’t hold on, I’ll be thrown off in an instant.’
Hwang-gu’s massive body reached the front of the Moshan Sect.
The Moshan Sect members stared in shock at me, their voices rising in alarm.
They, too, being martial artists, seemed to have spotted Jin Cheon-hee springing up from a distance.
However.
“Who, who are you?!”
“Could it be an immortal? Are you an immortal?!”
“…?”
Well, I had no idea what they were mistaking me for.

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