Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 944

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Chapter 944
As Jin Cheon-hee landed on the ground, the surrounding scholars rushed toward him.
“Heavens, how could a martial artist possess such power!”
“Thank you, thank you! I never knew we could eliminate such anomalies without sorcery or mystical arts!”
“Remarkable! Truly remarkable!”
Everyone expressed their gratitude to Jin Cheon-hee.
Suddenly, I realized the scholars seemed to regard martial arts as inferior to sorcery, mystical arts, and Taoist techniques.
‘I can’t say I don’t understand it, but….’
Lightning striking down precisely from a clear sky.
And it continued to strike until the anomaly completely vanished.
That was something closer to harnessing nature than martial arts, and it wasn’t something an ordinary martial artist could contend with.
‘Now I understand why the Moshan Sect doesn’t venture into the martial world.’
Even in martial arts novels, the Moshan Sect rarely appeared as a main force.
Usually, they were more like ‘background elements.’
Throwing talismans to break formation arrays, or creating their own formation arrays to instantly shroud the surroundings in mist.
Still, since they belong to the Righteous Faction, they don’t often appear as villains, though that depends on how each author writes them.
Even here in Jicheon Cheonma, the Moshan Sect seemed somewhat out of place, like oil and water, and what they used appeared distinctly different from martial arts.
So it seemed they only built arenas for the Yongbong Tournament, not sending their disciples to participate.
‘I’m learning the truth behind the scenes now.’
This was backstage knowledge I would never have discovered from reading Jicheon Cheonma alone.
Jin Cheon-hee humbly replied it was nothing special, then asked whether they couldn’t receive outsiders because of what just happened.
“Ah, yes indeed. Due to the nature of the formation array, if the gate opens, the anomalies escape outside as well, so we had no choice but to refuse outsiders.”
“I sense not just the formation array, but also a kind of barrier.”
“Ah, you understand barriers? How curious. Usually martial artists find it difficult to possess such knowledge….”
The scholars’ eyes brightened as they approached Jin Cheon-hee.
They seemed ready to bombard me with all sorts of questions, reminiscent of the Gaju of Jin Ju-eonga’s household.
‘Goodness, if they trap me here, the sun will set.’
Jin Cheon-hee quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, is it possible to meet the Patriarch? I’ve brought a message from Baekrin Medical Guild.”
“Ah, that matter requires discussion with those above….”
Just as they were about to grab Jin Cheon-hee while saying that.
A voice resonated.
-Tell the guest to come in.
‘Could it be Thousand-Li Voice Transmission?’
No. It felt different from sound projection techniques.
Though it used the same ki, the fundamental feeling was entirely different.
‘It seems to be a type of sorcery.’
The scholars showed no signs of confusion, as if accustomed to it.
“The Patriarch has invited the guest. Please come in.”
With those words, the scholars parted the way in unison.
There seemed to be plenty of things they wanted to ask Jin Cheon-hee, but everyone’s expressions were tinged with regret.
Thus, I entered the Moshan Sect.
* * *
As I climbed the mountain following the disciples’ guidance, I could see peculiar formation arrays spreading out in all directions.
“Please be careful. Our Moshan Sect is protected by numerous formation arrays established by the immortals, so outsiders often lose their way.”
The disciples chattered away one after another, their faces brimming with pride.
“In fact, even we sometimes lose our way and suffer for it. Many of them use sorcery we can’t even identify, making it sometimes impossible to break the formations themselves.”
“That’s quite impressive. The aura emanating from the formations and sorcery is remarkable.”
“Yes. Fortunately, even during the chaos, no one has ever dared to invade the Moshan Sect.”
The shoulders of the Moshan Sect disciples straightened with pride.
To them, martial artists were merely those who discussed the Way using only swords and martial techniques.
No one recognized the true power of the Moshan Sect.
Meanwhile, the Soggakju of the Baekrin Medical Guild who had come this time had helped them repel the anomaly and seemed to possess insight into sorcery as well, so they couldn’t help but like him.
On top of that, they could boast!
After all, boasting itself was impossible to someone without such discernment.
Meanwhile, I was thinking.
‘Indeed impressive. There are so many sorceries I don’t know about.’
But why was that?
I couldn’t explain the reason, but I seemed to understand through intuition.
It felt as though something ancient, now forgotten by all, was teaching me.
‘That’s the Mihon Formation… and it seems to have illusion-type sorcery layered on it too. That one’s the Talhon Formation. The mixed shamanism there, I’m not sure about… I’d need to see it closer…’
Even I couldn’t understand it myself.
‘Why? How do I know this?’
It was different from the small voices of the little Jin Cheon-hees that occasionally echoed in my mind.
It was as if instinct itself possessed consciousness and was teaching me.
Or perhaps something from a very distant place—something bordering on madness—was showing me.
It wasn’t a righteous or virtuous sense.
Yet somehow, it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation either.
Just the feeling of knowing what I already knew.
‘Is it because of Boggi’s blood?’
I’d heard that those born with divine blood possessed innate talent in shamanism, but did the brothers from other sects have the same?
I sighed quietly.
I could resolve this by asking Gold & Silver & Red.
But the problem was that merely asking such a question could result in them exclaiming, ‘Oh, so you can discern sorcery and shamanism just by looking?’ and stuffing me in a sack so I couldn’t escape.
If only they could do it but I couldn’t, that would be one thing. But if I could do it too, that’s another problem.
In the worst case.
If they couldn’t do it but only I could, then the automatic feeding machine would get a new upgrade, and as the Emperor, how could he possibly leave this bastard alone?
He’d capture me and put me to work.
‘…Right. I’ll keep this to myself. Only myself.’
As I observed the various formations and sorceries, what I realized was.
‘Indeed, the Moshan Sect has faithfully preserved the sorcery of the Left Path for a long time. Jasi is an excellent shaman as well, but his techniques lack variety.’
For instance, Jasi practices primordial shamanism.
This sect practices systematized shamanism.
If what Jasi does resembles the prototype of all shamanism, sorcery, and magical arts, then what these practitioners do feels like refinements passed down through generations, built upon that foundation.
Since their applications differ fundamentally, it’s difficult to say which is stronger or weaker.
There would also be significant differences between individual sorcerers.
As I observed and climbed the final steps, the sect members all spoke while gasping for breath.
“We’ve… we’ve arrived…. Huff.”
They certainly appeared to have less stamina than martial artists.
Jin Cheon-hee retrieved a water vessel and cooled it with ice technique, offering it to them as a gesture of gratitude.
“Oh! You’re using your precious ice technique for us!”
“We are truly grateful! White-Robed Divine One!”
“Indeed, the White-Robed Divine One is different from those crude and arrogant martial artists.”
…What kind of image do martial artists have in the Moshan Sect that they would say such things?
‘Well, it’s true that martial artists who cool water with ice technique are rare….’
Martial prowess is the spirit and pride of a sect.
Those who use that spirit and pride to cool water and then gulp it down are uncommon.
It’s difficult for a modern person to understand, but it apparently feels like using one’s ancestral genealogy to cool water.
In any case, the eyes of the Moshan Sect members looking at Jin Cheon-hee began to change.
“If… if you need anything at all, please tell us anytime.”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
All I did was cool one water vessel—why are they like this?
‘Well, it’s probably just courtesy.’
With that thought, Jin Cheon-hee entered deeper into the sect grounds.
* * *
Upon arriving inside the sect, I could feel considerable spiritual energy flowing through the space.
At the center stood what appeared to be an altar for some kind of ritual, with people positioned as the axes of a formation.
Without anyone explaining its meaning, I immediately grasped it instinctively.
‘It appears to be a formation designed to seal or eliminate that shadow dragon from earlier.’
I could sense it simply by looking.
At that moment, Nodo-sa came out to greet Jin Cheon-hee but stopped in surprise.
“You…. No… you’re not a demon…. Not a foreign entity either… but rather, you emanate something sacred. Could you perhaps be from the Celestial Realm?”
He suddenly switched to the highest form of respect and bowed.
What kind of nonsense was this?
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Well…. I am Soggakju Jin Cheon-hee from the Baekrin Medical Guild, here to deliver a message.”
“Ah, ah…. I must have been mistaken. What a blunder….”
Nodo-sa slapped his own forehead repeatedly and shook his head.
“No, wait. I think I became confused from using too much power just now. But this is strange—when I use too much power, I should be exhausted, yet my spiritual perception should become more acute. How could such an error occur?”
He gazed at Jin Cheon-hee for a long moment.
‘Why do the Moshan Sect members keep mistaking me for an immortal being?’
Nodo-sa continued to gaze at Jin Cheon-hee with bewildered eyes for quite some time.
“?”
When Jin Cheon-hee met his gaze, Nodo-sa seemed embarrassed and shook his head vigorously before offering another bow.
This time, it was a lighter gesture than before.
“Welcome, welcome. I am Yeongseong, the Patriarch of this sect.”
‘So that lightning strike came from him.’
Jin Cheon-hee thought this and returned the bow.
“It is an honor to meet you, Patriarch Yeongseong Sanin.”
Sanin is a title typically bestowed upon renowned swordsmen.
The Moshan Sect’s Patriarch, who uses the Daoist name Yeongseong, is commonly called Yeongseong Sanin in the martial world.
The reason is simple.
When combined, Sanin becomes the character for Seon—immortal.
It carries the meaning of one who has not yet transcended to become an immortal, or alternatively, one who stands as close to immortality as possible.
“I’ve just finished some pressing matters, so things are a bit hectic. Thank you for your assistance. Shall we step inside?”
“I would be honored to follow your invitation.”
Yeongseong Sanin nodded and, seeming pleased, stroked his beard.
“Excellent. Most excellent.”
* * *
Thus they entered the Patriarch’s study.
After sitting down inside, someone emerged and served tea.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee sensed no human presence from the one who brought the tea.
Without even looking, Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“This is… doll technique sorcery.”
The moment the words left his lips, he regretted them.
He had only heard the name before; this was his first time actually witnessing such knowledge.
Yet somehow, he had spoken with absolute certainty without thinking.
Meanwhile, Patriarch Yeongseong Sanin laughed heartily, clearly delighted.
“Ah! You recognized it! Most martial artists who see this merely think it’s a puppet moving about in a training ground, but this technique operates on an entirely different level, yes!”
“Indeed. The movements are far more intricate.”
“You have keen eyes, my friend. We infuse念—intent—into the doll to make it move.”
“It seems similar to Sulgye’s methods.”
At the mention of Sulgye, Yeongseong Sanin’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Similar, perhaps, but our schools differ. The Ghost Spirit Sect captures ghosts and spirits as their name suggests and uses them. There are various side effects, but their power is immense and fierce. And we don’t see eye to eye.”
It seemed these two were not on good terms with each other.
And even though they practiced similar sorcery and shamanism, they pursued different paths.
‘This is something I didn’t know before, yet now I’ve learned it.’
The tea brewed by the puppets moved by doll technique was fragrant.
Of course, it couldn’t compare to a master’s work, but it was remarkably indistinguishable from what an ordinary person would brew.
‘Is this the fourth industrial revolution of the martial world?’
The modern person had a mad thought.

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