Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 949

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Chapter 949
After a long silence, Cheonma finally opened her mouth.
“Hmph. You still divide the world into things to consume and things not to consume. You must have crossed the line and fallen into Cheongan because of that—how did you manage to escape from there?”
Cheongan.
It seemed to be the place where the Mujeon of all under heaven had been imprisoned.
And there were scarcely any in the world who knew of this.
No one could even fathom what kind of place it truly was.
Yet at Majon’s words, Mujeon burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“The heavens tore open and revealed a path. I thought fortune had smiled upon me. The entire world overflows with delicious martial arts—how could I possibly refuse? Cheonma.”
“….”
“You have made the Demon your own and lived by it, yet you blame this body? Is that not absurd? Was not the Demon freedom itself? To be honest with one’s own desires and live freely without restraint—that is the true Demon! How can you condemn me for this?”
“…I have never blamed you. I simply find you as tiresome as ever, you reckless fool.”
At Cheonma’s words, Mujeon licked his lips with his tongue.
Cheonma regarded him coldly.
Her gaze was one of irritation.
It was a rare occurrence.
For Cheonma rarely expressed emotion at all.
Even if it was irritation, it was uncommon.
Ku-ku-ku-ku—
As Cheonma began to gather her power, the dark clouds in the sky started to churn violently.
Moreover, everything around them began to tremble and be pushed away.
The cliff where the two stood.
That too seemed strange.
As if they stood atop a mountain with its peak cleanly severed.
A form that could never be found in nature.
The surroundings were filled with excavated snow and pools of blood.
And far below, at the base of the mountain.
The ground beyond the eternal snow was filled with corpses.
The followers of the Demonic Cult!
They had all been annihilated trying to stop Mujeon.
Seeing this, Cheonma could not contain her displeasure.
“You dare come to my land and destroy what is mine. I will not forgive you.”
“Hahahaha! Did you say I divide the world into things to consume and things not to consume? Majon. Majon. Majon. Our dear Majon. But are you truly different from me? I too simply live as I wish. You have lived the same way.”
“….”
“You yourself divide the world into the useful and the useless! Hahahaha! In the end, you and I are the same existence.”
As Majon gathered her power, Mujeon too began to gather his.
Delightful.
Mujeon laughed and laughed again.
With such delicious martial arts right before his eyes, there was no need to hesitate.
He would have been content to die like this.
For Mu-jon, death was merely a risk that arose from coveting delicious martial techniques.
There were no enemies to fear.
In that instant.
Crackle-crack-crack!
Thick bolts of lightning descended from the heavens upon the two masters.
Snap! Crackle-crackle!
The lightning strike would have reduced an ordinary human to charcoal in an instant, yet it could not penetrate their protective qi and dealt them no harm whatsoever.
“Hah, this is something. Deceiving the heavens is starting to become a burden, isn’t it? Well, it matters not. A sky destined to be torn apart anyway!”
In that moment,
the speed of the two transcended lightning itself.
Intent moved through the gaps between spaces.
Having finally reached somewhere in time, the two began to extend their fastest killing intent toward one another.
Around Cheonma, something pitch-black began to bloom.
It was pure death itself and demonic essence.
Mu-jon laughed.
“This taste. Yes, this is it! This is the Cheonma I know! It has become even more delicious while I searched for the ‘answer’ all this time!”
Such a delicious answer.
How could I not devour it?
Whether death or destruction awaited at the end mattered not.
Gwangmubak of Mu-jon now encountered Cheonma’s Cheonma Divine Art in this very moment.
“I shall devour every last bit of you!”
“…Madness. Return to nothingness.”
The afterimages of the two collided.
Boom-crash-crash-crash!
Mountains began to crumble.
Space began to fold.
It was a life-or-death battle worthy of legend.
* * *
The day after the incident.
I wrote a letter to Noeji and sent it to Baekrin Uiseon.
‘I should share this situation with Master first.’
The gains were substantial.
With a transaction of this magnitude, Baek Rin would grow even further, and Master would surely be satisfied as well.
The letter contained not only the details of the transaction but also my intention to search for and track down the culprit behind this incident from outside for a while.
‘It should be fine even if my return is delayed a bit.’
“So then… Hwang-gu, what should we do?”
“Heh-heh-heh-heh. Woof?”
Hwang-gu simply stuck out his tongue and answered adorably.
Hwang-gu, whose size had grown somewhat larger than an ox, was cute just to look at.
As I stroked such a Hwang-gu, I pondered.
I decided to think it through carefully.
There were three methods available.
First, I could utilize Hao-mun and Gaebang.
These were sects that dealt in information, and if I commissioned both Hao-mun and Gaebang, any information I sought would surface.
Especially since a group conducting suspicious rituals would inevitably leave traces, tracking them down was far from impossible.
Second, I could use sorcery.
The Moshan Sect possessed various magical artifacts.
Items of a sort rarely seen in the martial world.
Ordinarily, such things would never appear in Gangho.
However, having established a connection this time, I’d paid for and obtained one of them—the Yuanxiang Pan.
One of the Moshan Sect’s treasures.
I’d extracted it in exchange for enlarging their formation array.
The Yuanxiang Pan’s name meant a compass pointing toward one’s desire.
True to its name, when one infused it with spiritual energy, the compass needle pointed toward whatever the user sought.
However, it only indicated direction—not how far away the target was.
Moreover, if the target employed sorcery to obstruct such tracking, it became useless, which was another drawback.
If they defended themselves that way, the compass would spin in circles, at least alerting me to that fact.
So among sorcerers, it had its uses.
Or so I’d heard it was treated as a somewhat dubious item if it didn’t.
Third, I could utilize the Empire’s intelligence network.
I possessed an inspection token granted directly by the Emperor, and within Gangso Province, I served as both the Medical Guild’s representative and Baek Rin’s magistrate.
There was no way I couldn’t access the intelligence networks of the Dongchang, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the Imperial Army.
My authority was more than sufficient—it was excessive.
So what was the answer?
“Why choose just one? I’ll use all three!”
That was it.
There was no need to pick only one. I’d simply employ them all.
“First… I need to head to Nanjing.”
Nanjing was the capital of Gangso Province.
Once the Empire’s capital city.
Now treated as the Empire’s second capital due to Beijing, it was a megacity of immense scale.
Naturally.
Both Hao-mun and Gaebang had branches there.
And they were among the largest branches of both sects.
Furthermore, the Dongchang was there, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s informants operated in Nanjing as well.
It was such an important and prosperous city.
Why was that?
Suddenly, Yeo Ha-ryun came to mind.
Like a premonition.
Was it because of this matter? I couldn’t say for certain.
I shook my head and rubbed Hwang-gu’s chin.
“Once I gather some information and use the Wonhyangban technique… the angles should become clear. Then, Hwang-gu, full speed ahead!”
“Woof woof!”
Boom!
A small explosion erupted.
Hwang-gu’s form began sprinting across the earth at a terrifying velocity.
* * *
Wasn’t the current Hwang-gu similar to a super car from Earth?
But if there was one advantage over those super cars…
It was that Hwang-gu was the ultimate off-road sprint hound!
Mountains, trees, and rivers posed no obstacles to Hwang-gu.
Running at tremendous speed, Hwang-gu arrived at Nanjing before much time had passed.
“Woof woof!”
“Yes, yes. Shall we shrink back down now?”
“Woof!”
Upon arriving near Nanjing, I dismounted from Hwang-gu’s back.
Like the spiritual creature he was, Hwang-gu returned to his ordinary size.
I patted Hwang-gu’s head and slowly walked toward Nanjing’s city gates.
“Hmm?”
But something seemed off about Nanjing’s condition.
Multiple corpses lay sprawled outside the gates, and I could see officials continuously carrying bodies out through the entrance.
‘Could it be… a plague?!’
If you had to name two terrifying things in this martial world, they would be blood demons or plague.
I rushed forward like the wind toward the officials and corpses, then exhaled in relief.
They were ordinary martial artists’ bodies, killed by blades.
“Phew… death is bitter, but at least it’s not the worst.”
Of course, blood demons were serious.
But oddly enough, even those terrifying blood demons paled in comparison to plague.
Hwang-gu stared at his master intently.
“You there! You appear to be a martial artist—step back!”
Then.
A higher-ranking official overseeing the other officials approached, shouting.
I turned my head to look at his uniform—he was clearly a Podoo.
But upon seeing my face, the Podoo gasped and came rushing over at full speed!
‘What?’
“This humble one greets the esteemed Jin Tae-su!”
An unexpected reaction!
Even I momentarily froze.
‘What? Am I really this famous? He recognized me immediately. Ah, it must be because of Hwang-gu.’
Of course, Hwang-gu was quite distinctive.
But there was something far more certain than that.
Though I didn’t know it, the government officials of Nanjing had all memorized my face through an extraordinarily detailed portrait.
‘Oh my! He’s even more handsome than the portrait! And just as the rumors say, he’s accompanied by that legendary yellow dog…. But why is Tae-su Jin Cheon-hee here of all places?!’
And.
Podoo, who had rushed over to greet me, was screaming internally.
Low-ranking officials honestly didn’t want to encounter high-ranking officials!
“I’m fortunate you recognize me. What are all these corpses?”
“The martial sects of Nanjing have all been engaged in life-or-death battles! That’s why there are so many bodies.”
Podoo spoke while making a fuss.
I nodded in understanding.
‘Ah, I see. Right. Just because the sorcery broke doesn’t mean these guys stop the slaughter. Of course.’
The sorcery had only broken recently.
I realized I had been quite tainted by the common sense of a modern person.
A normal person wouldn’t kill someone just from the patience of a single cup of alcohol.
Killing isn’t easy, and dying while killing isn’t painless or fearless either.
But martial artists are different.
These guys don’t suddenly become calm-minded when the sorcery breaks and say things like ‘Shall we stop now?’ or ‘Shall we pretend this never happened?’ and halt their fighting.
The Hidden Martial World!
To modern earthlings, this makes no sense, but that’s how things work here.
Once blood has been spilled, how could they possibly stop?
‘Right. Even with self-control restored, they continue what’s already begun.’
Podoo spoke.
“Ah, but strangely, no new blood feuds are starting. The existing ones just continue.”
That was significant progress.
I wiped my chest in relief.
‘Right. Since I destroyed the sorcery, no new blood feuds will arise.’
But what about the blood feuds already in progress?
So I asked to confirm.
“Has Prince Ju-wang perhaps issued any orders?”
Right. Ju-wang exists.
No matter how much one speaks of non-interference by officials, there are limits.
With the situation this chaotic, there’s no way he’d say nothing.
“Yes, you’re correct. Prince Ju-wang declared that all those fighting within Nanjing city would be sentenced to hard labor.”
“And they still fight?”
“They can’t disobey orders, so they’ve all started fighting outside the city walls. They’re probably still fighting now.”
‘As expected, Prince Ju-wang has stepped in. Yet they continue fighting despite such a stern decree….’
It defies common sense.
Isn’t it murder? Gathering in crowds to stab each other.
By a doctor’s standards.
By a modern earthling’s standards.
Even by the common sense of commoners living in the martial world.
But I know this is the martial world.
Jin Cheon-hee exhaled a small sigh.
‘That’s right. Well… it can happen. I’m not even that angry about it. No matter how much I tell them not to fight, these martial artists just don’t listen. Getting upset over something like this is crude anyway. Martial artists don’t listen to reason, right? They don’t even listen to Prince Ju-wang, so what can you do about it?’
So I’m fine… Damn! I’m not angry at all…’
Through the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.
I’m not angry.
I’m not angry.
After repeating it several times.
“Huuuuuuh.”
Crack—
In that moment, my molars ground together on their own.
“Fine. Let me admit it.”
Jin Cheon-hee muttered quietly to himself.
The aura emanating from his body was unusual, so Podoo found himself tensing involuntarily and swallowing hard.
“I’ve lost it. I really have.”
Stress!
Jin Cheon-hee questioned himself about why he should be so furious with these damned martial artists.
Wasn’t it just them going out on their own, swinging their swords, and dying or getting injured?
If they die anyway, there’s no need to treat them!
The doctor doesn’t have to suffer—it’s actually a good thing!
So why am I so angry?
Is it a heart demon?
Then I finally realized the fundamental source of this irritation.
That was it.
These bastards don’t listen, and that’s what’s making me furious!
“I can’t take it anymore. No. I won’t take it anymore.”
“Um… Lord Jin Tae-su. What exactly won’t you tolerate…?”
“Podoo. What is your name?”
“Ah… It’s Beon Guk.”
“Dam Pyodo. If two martial artists were fighting with swords right in front of you, in a street like in front of an inn, how would you feel?”
“Why are those bastards doing that there? I’d want to arrest them on the spot and throw them in prison! Well… that’s what I think.”
“Right? So why do you hold back?”
“That’s… well…”
“Tell me. I won’t reproach you.”
Perhaps because of Jin Cheon-hee’s appearance and gentle tone.
Dam Pyodo spoke words he would never say to his superiors.
“Even if we catch those guys, I’m afraid they might break into the government office later or seek revenge.”
“Right? But you know what, Dam Pyodo. I got a little angry too.”
“Yes?”
Jin Tae-su is angry? Why?
“These martial artists refuse to listen to reason. I tell them not to fight, to cherish their own bodies and respect others’ lives, but it goes in one ear and out the other. So tomorrow, we’ll either be cleaning up martial artist corpses or watching doctors drop dead, won’t we? Hahahaha.”
He laughs brightly as he speaks.
With a beauty that makes one wonder if he’s truly an immortal, yet Podoo felt inexplicably terrified.
After laughing and laughing and laughing, Jin Cheon-hee finally spoke.
“I’m going to do as I please now.”
“Ah… So that’s why you won’t hold back… But what exactly are you planning to do?”
Snap—
Jin Cheon-hee grabs both of Podoo’s shoulders.
Despite his beautiful face, a chilling madness flows through his expression.
“There was a time like this before. During the Yongbong Conference, the doctors worked endless overtime while the martial artists kept fighting. The answer was surprisingly simple. Hahahaha! Why did I try to resolve it so peacefully even after experiencing that back then?”
“…”
Jin Cheon-hee shakes his head and bursts into laughter like a broken doll.
And then—
The laughter stops.
“…I’m going to beat them all and send them to the prison.”
The answer is fists.
At least if we’re the ones doing the beating, treatment is easy.
“Podoo, did you know? When bones break cleanly, they heal quickly.”
Since we’re going to destroy each other’s bodies anyway, I’ll just avoid displaying their organs.
Beon Podoo senses the madness.
From within his fear, Podoo asked.
“…Are… are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m fine. My mind is clear. Yes~ I’ve tried everything I can do, you see.”
Suddenly, Beon Podoo remembered something his grandmother had told him in childhood.
Never provoke a gentle person.
Because when a gentle person loses their temper, they become truly terrifying.
“Ah… Beon Podoo. Will you relay this to Prince Ju-wang’s residence?”
“What, what is it?”
“Tell them to prepare plenty of stretchers. Normally I’d just dislocate their joints and be done, but yes. I suppose I should be thorough. Still, treatment will be easy. There won’t be any aftereffects~”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled like a flower.
Even a flyswatter shaped like a flower was still a flower, after all.

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