Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 948

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Chapter 948
When you purchase an automobile on Earth, you learn about the concept of option manipulation.
An automobile without any options is commonly called a bare-bones car, and there are indeed many automotive companies famous for this option manipulation.
Some companies hide the mileage display window and force you to pay extra for an option just to see it.
Then there are stories of companies that set the rear wheel rotation angle to five degrees and offer a “one-year subscription” option where you must pay annually just to increase the rotation angle to ten degrees for that year alone.
‘Has Earth already done this? That?’
Yes.
Earth’s option manipulation.
A terrifying plan to make cars subscription-based!
When I first read about it in an article, I wondered if these bastards were even human.
…And then Jin Cheon-hee tried it himself.
“So installing the formation and leaving counts as dissolving Gangso Province’s curse, and teaching the installation method requires ten years of demon extermination in Gangso Province in addition?”
“If you wish to receive maintenance authority over the formation and control of spiritual energy, you must also sign a contract to supply Thunder Strike Talismans at half price. Once per year.”
I was worried about what to extract since I hadn’t prepared anything, but fortunately Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong whispered to me that the Thunder Strike Talismans here were excellent.
‘Oh, much obliged.’
Somehow I’d managed to remember a single line hidden in the corner of the documents.
It was truly heaven-sent fortune.
“Heh heh. So you’re the legendary Cheonhailgwang… you are…. You’re a wicked demon!”
Elder Yeongseong Sanin’s face flushed red as a jujube as he raised his voice.
‘Oh, is he entering a demonic state?’
Jin Cheon-hee watched for the angle to jab a finger at his philtrum if things went wrong, but fortunately it didn’t seem like he was entering a demonic state.
Then I could continue what I was saying.
“As you know, time is precious, is it not?”
“We could also receive that formation and research how to dismantle it. Don’t forget that.”
Ah, are you about to leave?
Then what.
“That’s fine. I’m quite skilled at craftsmanship myself! Our Gae Pa Josa prepared me well for times like these.”
“Damn you, Gongmyeong!”
Well, the dead Gongmyeong was certainly mocking the living Yeongseong.
The Elder grabbed Jin Cheon-hee by the collar and shook him once, while Jin Cheon-hee thrust out his belly with the eyes of a Buddha.
It meant “go ahead.”
Meanwhile, the disciples were somewhat shocked.
‘How could the Elder, famous for deep cultivation…?’
‘Ilgwang has been doing crazy things day after day, but for the Elder to lose it too….’
Thus Yeongseong Sanin and Jin Cheon-hee bickered back and forth.
Unable to watch further, the Elders, for the sake of propriety, dismissed the other disciples and begged the two to retire to the inner quarters.
* * *
That’s how negotiation works.
Sometimes the heat rises intensely, but then at some point, a moment of surrender arrives.
Yeongseong Sanin drained a cup of tea meant to calm his anger in one gulp, then let out a groan.
“You really are a thief, aren’t you?”
“Please don’t misunderstand. I’m merely working toward mutual development between Baekrin Medical Guild and Moshan Sect.”
“…Damn it.”
He clicked his tongue and suddenly asked.
“By the way, I heard that if you send spies to Baekrin Medical Guild, your Master Baek Rin-ui-seon just sweeps them all away. Is that true?”
“Yes. My Master is currently too preoccupied with matrimonial matters to spare the time…”
“That’s you, isn’t it? You!”
“Ah, me?”
Jin Cheon-hee pointed to himself and said this.
“I’m also too occupied with other matters right now.”
“If you could set aside your work, would you have no intention of marrying?”
“A political marriage, you mean?”
“That’s about it. It’s not such an unusual thing for a sect and a family to form ties through marriage, is it?”
‘Well, Moshan Sect isn’t a place where marriage is forbidden.’
In the world of Jicheon Cheonma, Hermits of Moshan Sect could marry.
Though they pursued the same path of cultivation, they were more lenient about such matters compared to places like the Mudang Faction or Huashan Sect.
As a result, political marriages naturally occurred there, and of course, even so, it wouldn’t feel as rigid as it would for a family.
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“I don’t believe now is the time for me to marry.”
“Hmm, even if you came home once a month, that would be fine?”
‘No, what kind of marriage is that?’
From a modern person’s perspective, it seemed questionable, but in Gangho, it was quite a common form of marriage.
More precisely, political marriage in Gangho.
Not marrying for love alone was the same as on Earth.
‘But wouldn’t the child be so pitiful?’
Even if they themselves lived as they pleased, what about a child born that way?
Divorce wasn’t easy in this era either.
And on top of that…
‘Can I even establish a normal family?’
From the Hyeolseonggyo to the Cheon Gi-sunhaeng, demons, and all manner of debts and grievances in Gangho.
Among those seeking my life, there wasn’t a single easy one.
If I were to be taken hostage and die, how could I ever face them?
‘And this body that has died several times and come back to life several times isn’t normal either.’
If I were to marry and have children.
Giving a hundred, a thousand concessions—suppose I married someone I didn’t love, as political marriages in this era dictated.
Even so, people inevitably grow attached.
That’s why Jin Cheon-hee knew myself well.
Family.
It was something I had died thinking I would never have in my lifetime, and even now, at this very moment, it remained the same.
Of course, my Master at Baekrin Medical Guild, Yoo Ho, Hye-a, and the Clan Elders were wonderful family, but marriage was…
Isn’t marriage humanity’s oldest covenant for building family?
‘I would become obsessed. I would unconditionally protect whoever my partner is.’
If I were to marry, that fact alone would make me protect them by any means necessary.
Whether it was a political marriage or something without genuine affection—it would be the same.
I already knew that simply by using humanity’s most ancient institution of binding family ties, I would give my heart deeply.
Because that’s the kind of person I am.
‘Moreover, if a child born that way were to die in this Gangho, how many times would I close my eyes to the flow of time, and what price would I pay to save that child?’
The life of my own flesh and blood.
Would I even have the presence of mind to remember my Master’s binding command to live as human and die as human?
No matter how I thought about it, that was hell.
With Ha-ryun, Cheonwoo, and Hyeon still appearing in my nightmares as they died, marriage ceremonies and heirs—it was absurd.
‘…Even reconsidering it, this is madness.’
I could not marry anyone in my current state.
Especially not now, as the end times approach.
It would be something I couldn’t do for the other person’s sake either.
Because I knew all too well that I would be the worst husband imaginable.
“Haha, it’s not even easy to preserve my own life, you know.”
For some reason, Yeongseong Sanin felt a chill like a cold blade in Jin Cheon-hee’s laughter.
It was different from killing intent.
A pressure that said: speak no further.
It was strange.
The young man before him was smiling, yet somehow he felt a darkness deeper than a thousand-fathom cliff.
‘It’s like the atmosphere of wanderers living day to day.’
From the young man’s laughter came the sense of martial artists’ ‘final path’—their end.
Those whose heart demons had penetrated to their very marrow, yet still carried their blades.
Those without home or family or temple, drifting about with their lives offered up to fate, uncertain when death would come.
Those who greet you today and vanish somewhere on a battlefield tomorrow.
Why did the Soggakju of Baekrin Medical Guild carry the same scent as such wretched wanderers?
Yeongseong Sanin questioned himself.
“What a waste… truly a waste.”
“Haha. But why bring up such a topic so suddenly?”
“Because I covet you. I knew it from the first meeting—you don’t possess a martial bone, but you do possess an immortal bone.”
I felt a pang of worry that my divine blood might be exposed, so I asked.
“Is there such a thing as an immortal bone?”
“There is. Those who are sensitive to spiritual energy, quick-witted, and possess the capacity to commune with heaven and earth—they are called immortal bones. They appear occasionally.”
Thank goodness.
He didn’t even dream that it might be divine blood.
“An immortal bone—how fascinating.”
“Simply put, it’s something like a spirit medium. But in that regard, you are quite extraordinary.”
“I see…”
Was Boggi’s blood providing an effect similar to a kind of immortal bone?
I questioned myself momentarily, but there was no way to know for certain at present.
“Rather than continuing martial arts, it would be far better for you to cultivate sorcery more diligently. Perhaps through that path, you might truly touch the realm of the Immortals.”
Most martial artists spoke of touching the Way, but seeing him mention the Immortals directly made me realize that Moshan Sect was indeed different.
“I am a disciple of the Jegallim Family. I will discuss that matter with my Master.”
“I see. In any case, meeting our sect’s young one would also be—”
“I decline.”
“Ugh. You’re completely unreasonable.”
Yeongseong Sanin scratched his chin and continued speaking.
“Then let’s not discuss that further. But why are you asking for the Thunder Strike Talismans at half price?”
“Lightning is the best for farming.”
“Is that so?”
He looked at me as if I were spouting absolute nonsense.
‘Ah… explaining nitrogen fixation would take far too long…’
As I pondered where to begin, Yeongseong Sanin suddenly clapped his hands as if he’d had a realization.
“Ah, that’s right. Now that I think about it, grass always grew particularly well in places where I’d used lightning strikes.”
Had he grasped it through experience alone?
That was fortunate.
Yeongseong Sanin spoke.
“Still, it’s remarkable. I pride myself as someone of knowledge, yet I’m hearing such things from you for the first time.”
“I learned this knowledge from Saeoe’s texts.”
“I see. Yes, indeed you have something different about you. In any case, I understand. Let’s proceed with that arrangement.”
It was a relief.
Now I could rest easy.
“Thank you so much!”
Jin Cheon-hee bowed deeply in gratitude.
* * *
The day after the transaction was concluded.
Moshan Sect began the ritual ceremony.
They erected an altar.
And there they performed the rite.
True to Moshan Sect’s reputation as the true home of sorcery, the ritual was extraordinarily intricate, and I could especially feel the tremendous power of Yeongseong Sanin protecting the formation at its center.
And finally.
As the incantation ended, hundreds of talismans surged upward.
Crack!
The talismans ignited, and in an instant, their power shot skyward. That force resembled a dragon ascending to heaven.
콰과과과과과광—-!
The sound of something shattering reverberated through the air.
‘The ritual succeeded.’
Though no one had taught me, I naturally understood that the ceremony had been successful.
At the same time, Yeongseong Sanin from Moshan Sect approached Jin Cheon-hee to announce his success.
Seeing his triumphant expression, I could gauge how much pride he took in the accomplishment, and the sweat beading on his forehead told me the ritual was far from simple.
‘I see. While they call it a minor incantation, having it spread across this entire region must have made the task quite demanding.’
The ritual demonstrated by Moshan Sect could be recorded entirely in my mind through the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
‘So now it’s time to discover who cast this cursed magic.’
* * *
At that same moment.
A place where dark clouds completely shrouding the sun writhed and twisted.
Beneath a sky pouring lightning and hail, two Supremes were meeting.
Ma-jon. And Mu-jon.
These two, rightfully called the strongest under heaven, stood facing each other at the edge of a cliff filled only with snow and ice.
Mu-jon, seeming delighted, held a smile at the corners of his mouth as he spoke.
“Cheonma! Indeed, indeed. I thought you were just sitting here playing around. Yet you’ve created such bizarre and wondrous martial arts. Excellent! Absolutely excellent! It tastes even better now!”
Mu-jon Gwangmubak.
The first thing the Mu-jon who returned to Gangho did was covet Cheonma’s martial arts.
Yet Cheonma merely gazed at her quietly with pitch-black eyes.
“….”
A battle between heaven and heaven.
This clash would reshape the landscape of Gangho.
The living watched with bated breath.

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