Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 960

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Chapter 960
Jin Cheon-hee laughed, embracing the demonic essence within him.
Freely.
I would make every martial artist my patient.
The Demonic Physician.
Now that I had merged with the heart demon of the Heavenly Demon Heart Technique, such was my thought.
Simultaneously, I naturally drew out the Seven-Tone Zither.
Heukun, watching me, spoke in a suppressed voice.
“Are… are you insane….”
A madness that had never appeared in the history of Gangho was born as a True Demon and stood here.
Heukun faltered, crushed beneath that madness.
And the one standing beside him.
Dokun cried out in fury.
“Why… why are you mastering the Heavenly Demon Divine Art!!”
Ding.
Plucking the strings of the Seven-Tone Zither, I answered him.
“Crab meat soup.”
“What does that….”
“Crab meat soup.”
Ding.
Speaking of crab meat soup once more, I plucked the strings and tuned the sound.
Frost filled the ground completely.
Frozen earth in the height of summer.
The chill seeped into everyone’s breath.
The other demonic cultivators could not move at all beneath the momentum of that Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
A demonic force greater and more intense than their master Dokun, and more than Yeo Ha-ryun whom they had sought to kill, laughed before them.
“The Heavenly Demon took my crab meat soup and gave it back to me. Funny, isn’t it?”
“Ilgwang! Are you mocking this body!!!”
Wasn’t that an obvious lie!
The price of mastering the Heavenly Demon Divine Art was merely crab meat soup!?
Dokun, burning with rage, drew forth the power of his own Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
It was a dark greenish, tyrannical energy.
The surrounding earth turned black and withered as a pungent toxic vapor rose.
Dokun was aptly named.
One who mastered poison techniques while learning the Heavenly Demon Divine Art!
He overcame the pressure of the momentum I displayed and stepped forward in fury.
But I continued to smile.
My lips curved upward like a crescent moon.
“I wish it were mockery, truly.”
As the words ended, the hands of the True Demon Jin Cheon-hee began to move with dazzling speed.
“Believe it or not, that’s your concern. I’ll do my part. First, I need to anesthetize you before treatment. So I’ll begin a performance to lull you into deep sleep. Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5—Fate.”
Dun-dun-dun-dun!
It was a melody that anyone from Earth would instantly recognize—”Oh! That one!”
* * *
Heukun felt the heavy, rapid resonance of the guqin strike his entire body like a physical blow.
An invisible, formless energy drummed against him as though he were a percussion instrument.
The sound carried the essence of Cheonma’s power!
Like a melody of absolute descent into the abyss, the newly accumulated demonic energy within him trembled and writhed uncontrollably.
I cannot contain it!
“Krraaaagh!”
Cough!
Blood spilled from his lips as he collapsed to one knee.
Yet he did not bow his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed upon Jin Cheon-hee, who had begun playing with an expression of divine possession—the legendary Cheonhailgwang.
Dokun’s life-force technique.
The black-green energy born from the fusion of Hyeol-do’s Poison Art and Cheonma’s Divine Art could be seen advancing against the sound attack.
However.
With each successive note, even that formidable power wavered and scattered before his eyes.
How was such a thing even possible!
As Heukun stared in shock.
Dokun too was struggling forward, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Jin Cheon-hee.
How could the Cheonma Divine Art have been transmitted to an outsider!
It must be the scheming of that Yeo Ha-ryun bastard.
The Cheonma would never have planted it with merely a single bowl of gamtang.
I must kill that wretch and his so-called brother-in-arms, this Cheonhailgwang, here and now to restore the purity of our sect!
Venom boiled up from his lower dantian, merging with the Cheonma essence in his upper dantian as he began spreading toxic poison throughout the surroundings.
He also summoned his power and wielded his twin palms multiple times, releasing force through sheer technique.
However.
He was forced into despair.
The melody—one he had never heard before, seeming to crush the very mind—came like waves, scattering all his power and poison completely.
“Krraaagh!”
Soon.
Even his protective energy shattered into fragments as the sound attack hammered his entire body.
His Cheonma Divine Art trembled as well, and his qi and blood reversed their flow.
Thud!
He too collapsed to one knee.
Then.
Only then did the performance end, and silence fell.
He could tell from the absence of sound.
All the subordinates he had brought.
Annihilated.
How could such absurdity exist in this world!
“You… you are… could it be that the Cheonma had… prepared you as a… former Soegooju?”
“That’s not the case. I am a disciple of the Jegallim Family.”
Ilgwang’s rebuttal was sharp and decisive.
At those words, Dokun coughed up blood once more.
The poisoned blood touched the ground, releasing acrid smoke in thick plumes.
“Kuh… kuh…. You… our sect… will come for you. What awaits you now is… only… hell….”
Unable to finish his words.
Dokun collapsed forward.
Just as his face was about to plunge into the pool of poisoned blood he had expelled.
Jin Cheon-hee approached and caught his body, laying him on his side.
Heukun watched this scene with vacant eyes.
“What… what is this! Exactly… what are you!!”
“Well…. I’m not sure myself.”
“Why! Why would the Cheonma grant the Cheonma Divine Art to something like you… exactly…. Why!!”
“I cannot know. How could I fathom her intentions? But still. I believe I can tell you who I am.”
Jin Cheon-hee spoke thus and approached Heukun.
“My current state is… the Heart Demon of the Cheonma Divine Art drawn forth. Then… let me see. Yes. This suits me well.”
Jin Cheon-hee stood before Heukun and smiled faintly.
“From now on, would you call me the Benevolent Cheonma?”
Benevolent Cheonma.
Hearing this impossible combination of words, Heukun could not endure it and lost consciousness on the spot.
Looking down at the fallen Heukun, Jin Cheon-hee.
Turned his head.
There stood the only unscathed person.
Yeo Ha-ryun.
“Hyeong. Has the Heart Demon taken hold?”
“The Heart Demon has been with me since long ago. I simply kept it locked away in a corner.”
During the war with the Suksin Tribe, I began to truly awaken to the Heart Demon.
I heard what it said and refuted what it said.
That time was certainly mentally exhausting, so perhaps it was inevitable that the Heart Demon surged forth in that gap.
But.
The Heart Demon was weak.
Before my will to save lives—more solid than anything in this world—the Heart Demon quietly faded away.
That does not mean it disappeared.
The Heart Demon, nourished by the desires I suppressed, still dwelled within me.
What was it doing inside….
Uuuuuuung–
It was grinding.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong is quite convenient, for it can even divide one’s own self.
It’s like the concept of multi-core processors in a computer.
And now.
To properly utilize the Cheonma Divine Art, I’ve drawn out my Heart Demon to think and move in unison with myself.
I haven’t been consumed by the Heart Demon.
After hearing the explanation, Yeo Ha-ryun reflected.
‘Rather, it’s the Heart Demon that has been consumed.’
Still, there are effects.
Because this is fundamentally Jin Cheon-hee himself.
Like how white mixed with black becomes gray.
That’s why the light in both eyes has turned dark blue.
Black and blue mixed to create this strange luminescence.
“Still. Don’t worry, Ha-ryun. Your older brother is strong, you know? The brother standing before your eyes right now is the Benevolent Cheonma.”
Benevolent Cheonma.
At that truly astounding name, Yeo Ha-ryun found himself momentarily speechless.
Yet he could understand what state his older brother Jin Cheon-hee was in.
Because Yeo Ha-ryun himself did it from time to time.
Unity with Cheon Sal-seong.
It must be the same kind of thing happening to Jin Cheon-hee.
“If my brother is fine, then that’s how it is. I’m relieved.”
Yeo Ha-ryun, answering coolly, approached the collapsed Dokun.
Yeo Ha-ryun extended his hand toward Dokun, who lay collapsed right beside Jin Cheon-hee.
That’s when Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Ha-ryun. Don’t kill him.”
“These wretches have committed countless sins over the years. This bastard Dokun combined the Cheonma Divine Art with poison techniques, torturing living humans and creating poisons from their vital blood.
Heukun is no different. There’s no reason to spare him.”
“Still, don’t kill him. It’s more ‘efficient’ to make him live and repay his sins for a lifetime. Just absorb the Cheonma Divine Art.”
To live and repay sins for a lifetime.
He spoke of something that would terrify any martial artist, as if it were nothing.
‘Dokun would rather wish for death.’
Yeo Ha-ryun stared at him.
Now that he’s caught in my brother’s grasp, there is no mercy.
‘And one more thing.’
Normally, absorbing the Cheonma Divine Art means death.
Did he realize something upon seeing Heukun survive?
Yeo Ha-ryun and Jin Cheon-hee exchanged glances. After staring at each other for a long moment….
“Fine. I’ll do as you say, brother.”
Why should he pity this wretch?
Yeo Ha-ryun seized Dokun’s throat.
Then, Dokun’s Cheonma Divine Art was extracted from his entire body and sucked into Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand.
Thus.
Two Soegoojus were devoured by Yeo Ha-ryun.
As Yeo Ha-ryun hurled Dokun aside, I extended my hand and unleashed a gust of wind.
Then I infused my vital energy to establish at least a foundation for survival.
I prevented the collapse of his blood pathways!
“Ah, but I can’t end it here.”
Boom!
I sealed his dantian.
I transformed him into a body incapable of learning martial arts ever again.
‘Dokun. You won’t die peacefully anymore.’
Whether he faced trial and died after a lifetime of forced labor, or was torn limb from limb by the families of his victims, there would be no gentle death awaiting him.
With his dantian sealed, every breath he took would be torment and despair.
But that didn’t matter to me.
Considering all the atrocities this wretch had committed throughout his life, death would have been a mercy he desperately desired.
I had no intention of granting him that mercy.
After settling everything, I withdrew a signal flare from my robes.
Earlier.
I still had the garrison soldiers’ request signal flare I’d received from Hyeon.
Boom!
The signal flare shot up into the sky.
Now all I needed to do was seal the martial arts of the other demonic cultivators before the garrison soldiers arrived.
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It wasn’t long before the garrison soldiers of Hwahyeon and the Poacheong personnel came rushing over.
While handing over the demonic cultivators to them, I instructed them to transport everyone to Baek Rin.
It was a special prison exclusively for martial artists.
There, through trial, they would confront their crimes and their sins.
They would pay the price for all the atrocities they’d committed in their lifetimes.
‘Usually, it’s only then that they learn the names of the people they killed.’
Ordinarily, martial artists paid no attention to the names of commoners they’d slain.
So when confronted with the victims’ names, they claimed not to remember.
When faced with the bereaved families, they said they’d never seen such people before.
‘Though that may be the nature of the martial world, the dead don’t return….’
My brother stands firmly on the side of the commoners.
He renders verdicts according to law and determines how long they’ll be imprisoned.
And while in prison, they perform lawful labor in accordance with state law.
The labor of prisoners in martial artist-exclusive prisons is essentially nothing more than a means of generating profit.
Even with their martial arts sealed, the physical conditioning they’d developed through training didn’t disappear, so they all managed their work reasonably well.
Moreover, my brother, befitting a Divine Physician, severed their limb meridians with such precision that they could labor for life.
Only striking others and cultivating martial arts became impossible.
As for the stubborn ones who refused to work, they were given just enough thin, flavorless gruel to barely survive, so it didn’t cost much to maintain them.
It sounds insane, but even prisons generate profit!
Jin Tae-su pondered.
‘Kehehehe! I’ll squeeze every last drop of use from them!’
Jin Tae-su wore the smile of a corrupt official.
Why would he grant martial artists the easy death they desired?
After making such arrangements.
I returned to Hwahyeon and secured an inn, deciding to rest with Ha-ryun for about two days.
Having fought consecutively, my inner energy had been considerably depleted, and the brief union with my heart demon had left both body and spirit quite fatigued.
Thus, the two of us entered a private room at the second most expensive inn in Hwahyeon.
The reason we didn’t go to the most expensive one was simple.
That place had its private room destroyed, so we came to a different inn instead.
“….”
And.
I was covering my face, which had turned bright red.
“Hyeong, it’s fine. You looked powerful.”
“No. I think I just created a dark history moment. Can you just leave me alone?”
That was it.
The Doctor had calmed his heart demon and returned to his senses.
“….”
I was ashamed of the form I had taken while using the Cheonma Divine Art through my union with the heart demon.
The embarrassment was overwhelming.
-From now on, will you call me the Living Heavenly Demon?
I want to die.
I understand now why people from the Sichuan Tang Family seal away their memories from their teens.
In that moment, I had unsealed the demon within myself.
But now I just wanted to lock away that memory forever.
“Living Heavenly Demon. It has a magnificent ring to it. Have confidence in yourself.”
“No. Only someone like Dang-a could pull that off….”
Sigh, I really need to meet Dang-a and discuss this!
After thrashing about under the blankets for a while longer, I finally managed to calm down and face Ha-ryun.

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