Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 984

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Chapter 984
Contrary to the expectations of some veteran Patrol Officers, I was grinding through the patrol posts like an ox through a field.
And the Patrol Officers being ground through were beginning to have a change of heart.
“Is it really possible for martial prowess to increase this rapidly?”
The Infinite Lotus Brahma Heart Method was a divine technique with high stability and excellent effects for mental and spiritual cultivation.
‘As befits a divine technique, the speed at which inner energy accumulates is faster compared to ordinary internal energy cultivation methods.’
Of course, once reaching higher realms the suffering would be the same, but in this initial taste phase, it was comparable to even decent demonic arts.
The Patrol Officers began to fall for this sampling phase.
That was not all.
Since it was Buddhist martial arts, its compatibility with techniques branching out from Shaolin Temple was excellent—the greatest advantage.
Therefore, I decided to have them learn the internal energy cultivation method as the Infinite Lotus Brahma Heart Method itself, and created new martial arts so they could additionally learn external techniques.
I first mixed the external technique called Geumgang Gong with the martial arts I knew to create Geumgang Cheonryong Gong.
I didn’t put much thought into naming it.
[Geumgang Gong] + [Cheonryong Gong] = [Geumgang Cheonryong Gong]
Hearing this, Yoo Ho called it a “terrible hybrid.”
-But it would be suitable for weak humans to learn.
Even Yoo Ho acknowledged this.
First, Geumgang Gong branched off long ago from Shaolin Temple’s external technique Geumgang Banya Gong and was released by Shaolin as a kind of open-source technique to teach commoners.
Since its very roots were made so that commoners could learn it, it didn’t require a specific constitution.
And because it was an external technique, it was stable.
On top of that, the Cheonryong Bulsagi Gong.
A technique specialized in regeneration and stamina recovery.
Combining these created a mad external technique that performed both reinforcement and regeneration simultaneously.
Of course, there was a reason for combining them this way.
First, the free-source Geumgang Gong from Shaolin Temple had a fatal weakness!
‘The martial monks who only trained their whole lives didn’t account for the physical durability of commoners.’
Learning it was brutally difficult.
That said, awakening to the martial principle itself was easy.
Even illiterate commoners would inevitably learn this Geumgang Gong just by doing it.
But to get there, you had to suffer tremendously.
“Wooden dummy striking—one hundred repetitions, commence!”
“Commencing!”
Uwaaaaaaah!
When commoners bare-knuckle strike the wooden dummy one hundred times per set, naturally their finger bones break, but our monks didn’t account for that.
What was fortunate was that the people here were Patrol Officers from the Gangho world.
Being physically superior to ordinary commoners, they could easily handle one hundred strikes.
Thwack, thud-crack, thwack, thud-crack, thwack, thwack!
In rhythm, they struck the wooden dummy with the same movements in a state of absorption.
They wrapped their hands with special impact-absorbing bandages while striking, but honestly it wasn’t necessary.
Now when injuries formed, this Geumgang Cheonryong Gong that I had refined would—
True to its name containing “Cheonryong Gong,” it began to demonstrate its prowess.
It regenerated damaged flesh and skin!
And this Cheonryong Gong also required frequent cultivation to accelerate and strengthen its regenerative abilities.
In other words… to cultivate it, one had to sustain injuries!
Even the Patrol Officers caught slacking off were now practicing external martial arts in a prone position behind the others.
There was no helping it.
If they disliked that peculiar “external martial arts training,” dismissal was their only option.
Ultimately, whether one was caught shirking or striking the wooden dummies up front, the physical toll was identical.
‘How can regeneration occur without injury? To regenerate, one must first be wounded.’
My Master, observing this, posed a question.
“Hope. Are you simultaneously strengthening your external martial arts while striking the wooden dummies, and in the process, as your body inevitably sustains injuries, you’re cultivating regenerative techniques alongside the healing?”
“Yes, Master! Geumgang Cheonryong Gong is a perfect martial art that wastes no time or process whatsoever! Even being shattered and treated is part of the achievement!”
“…!”
It was a horrifying hybrid.
This was not created with the intention of awakening martial arts to touch the Way.
It was a martial art designed to remodel the human body as quickly as possible.
“One more set of one hundred repetitions!”
Haaaaaah!
Thwack, crack, thwack, crack, thwack, thwack!
Usually, when people speak of the end times arriving or great calamities befalling Gangho, they retreat to the mountains for secluded cultivation, do they not?
And only when they finally reach enlightenment do they emerge to face great destiny in battle—this is the orthodox path.
This is the history of Gangho.
“….”
Jegalling observed the Patrol Officers striking wooden dummies across the expansive Training Ground.
With cold eyes.
They struck the dummies with clumsy movements, their knuckles gradually reddening and tearing.
Crack, thwack-thwack, thwack, thwack, crack!
Even with bandages wrapped around them, it made no difference.
Yet this was precisely what I desired.
By rapidly regenerating torn skin and muscle, they would attain the true martial mastery of Geumgang Cheonryong Gong!
In any case, striking the wooden dummies was all that mattered.
Simply keep striking, and it will happen.
Just strike!
Obsession and contemplation regarding martial mastery? Unnecessary.
It will come through practice.
Here, another trick was inserted.
It was not merely striking indiscriminately.
Palm techniques and fist methods were cultivated simultaneously!
Geumgang Palm!
This too was a palm technique released long ago by Shaolin Temple as open source for commoners, renowned for being easy to learn and possessing considerable power.
And here, Jin Cheon-hee mixed everything together once more!
It felt like some kind of martial arts bibimbap!
What was born from this was the Geumgang Byeokroe Jangkwon—the Diamond Thunder Palm Fist!
I subtly transformed the inner qi of the Muryangryeonhwa Beomsinmgong into thunder qi, and combined it with lightning-fast strikes delivered by both fists and palms.
It belonged to the categories of strength and speed, and carried thunder qi!
It wasn’t even that difficult to master!
So I had them learn this martial art as well.
In my mind, there was one dream. That dream sang like this.
-Tie the robes, tie them. Tie the belts, tie them.
Tie the robes, belts, ornaments, undergarments—tie them all~
Here in the realm of binding and binding and binding and binding~ binding binding binding~
Even if the martial art didn’t carry spirit, I made the flesh repeat the same motions until they took hold.
After all, the Government Office had plenty of personnel, so they needed to swarm and suppress the martial artists.
I arranged even this martial art for that purpose.
“….”
And Jegalling observed his mad disciple once more.
This fool with sparkling eyes, pouring all his effort into remodeling the human body.
‘That’s right. Even the end times wouldn’t have expected to face someone like you….’
I shouted again.
“One hundred more repetitions!”
At my shout, the Patrol Officers screamed in response.
Uuuaaaaaaah!
“Oh, nice voices~”
Thwack, thud-crack, thwack, thud-crack, thwack, thud-crunch!
Whether the Martial Arts Disciples’ bodies would break first or the Patrol Officers’ fists would break first was anyone’s guess.
It didn’t matter if they broke.
As long as bones weren’t damaged, it was still training.
And once they reached mastery, even shattered bones became training.
‘Hope, what exactly did you create?’
No matter how badly they were destroyed, they regenerated, and the more they regenerated, the stronger they became.
Wasn’t this already half demonic cultivation in appearance?
Yet my disciple’s eyes shone like stars.
Those eyes spoke thus.
Saving life.
In any case, I save them.
* * *
The Government Office’s great bathhouse.
Since the Tae-su valued hygiene, he was stricter than anyone about washing.
Beside the great bathhouse were facilities for laundry.
I stationed a manager of martial artist origin there to oversee it.
True, he was a martial artist, but not one with exceptional skills—merely third-rate to second-rate at best.
Still, even that was far more than sufficient for this kind of work.
Apparently, he took the position on the condition that he would receive instruction in water techniques from Baekrin Uiseon.
Such a grand bathhouse was unusually bustling today.
Podoo came running, his body drenched in sweat.
“Podoo, I heard a new grand bathhouse for the guards just opened. Is it now?”
“You’re the first guest we’ve received since finishing the renovation work.”
“Ooooooh!”
The martial arts disciples had been drilling relentlessly until the first bell rang, so he must be first in line.
“Ah, you’ve finished your training?”
“Of course.”
“Wait here.”
With those words, he headed into the government office’s storage room.
Baek Rin’s administrative office even had an ice storage with preserved ice blocks.
Considering the typical budget allocated to ordinary government offices, it was absurdly extravagant!
That’s why patrol officers from other regions desperately wanted to transfer to Baek Rin’s office.
Soon, the manager returned carrying a bamboo water vessel.
“Take this.”
Fresh from the ice storage, it was cold to the touch.
A strong medicinal scent wafted from inside the bamboo tube.
“Once you go inside, you’ll find a large bath. It contains medicinal liquid made from herbal ingredients. Submerge yourself up to your waist in it and sip from this tube.”
“What benefits does this provide?”
“It aids the body’s recovery and relieves fatigue. Ah, it tastes terrible though. It’s medicine, after all.”
“I see. But… if a medicinal bath like this works so quickly, wouldn’t it be… expensive?”
“Indeed. According to the managers, ever since the incident with the divine skill discount sale, our Tae-su has been spending money like water.”
“Ooooooh…?!”
After expressing his amazement, he suddenly asked a question.
“…But even with plenty of money, would most people spend it on something like this?”
“Well, Ilgwang wouldn’t be Ilgwang for nothing. He must have some deeper purpose in mind.”
Podoo nodded at his words.
“Right, right. The Tae-su must have some profound intention behind this.”
Stepping inside, he found a massive bathtub installed in one corner of the usual grand bathhouse.
In front of it stood a stone carving with an engraved image instructing bathers to wash themselves thoroughly before entering.
‘I want to jump in right away, but if I go in without washing, that water technique-trained martial artist will throw a fit.’
There was no choice.
He scrubbed his body with the soap provided beforehand, then collected water flowing through the channel and rinsed himself thoroughly.
Then he stepped into the grand bath.
‘Ow, that stings.’
His wounds burned as they touched the medicinal liquid.
But conversely, that pain meant the medicine was working effectively.
Sitting there, I sucked on the bamboo tube of medicinal broth I’d received earlier, making soft slurping sounds, when the next batch of patrol officers began filing in.
“Ah, you’ve arrived?”
“Is this the legendary medicinal broth? The medicine smell is quite pungent.”
“When you first drink it, it stings quite a bit.”
“How is it now?”
“A bit itchy. So…”
Whoosh!
As I stood up, the faint scars that had been there moments before were visibly fading!
“To improve this noticeably! Could this be an expensive medicinal broth?”
“Isn’t this the quality of a major family’s medicinal broth?!”
“Can we take the broth home in the bamboo tube and eat it there? I’d like to give some to my child too.”
Would we get punished if caught?
The eyes of the patrol officers who witnessed this spectacle went wide.
They only saw the medicinal broth, unaware of the truth.
That the medicine was merely a nutritional supplement, and the Geumgang Cheonryong Gong they had cultivated was doing the real work.
And that they were reaching a realm where even broken bones advanced their external martial arts!
Ignorant of the truth, the patrol officers shook their bamboo tubes.
‘Is our Tae-su in his right mind, scattering such expensive medicine so freely?’
Splash, splash!
Their bodies were being reconstructed without their knowledge.
“Director Jin, to bestow such a peerless medicinal broth upon lowly men like us!”
The patrol officers were moved to tears.
All of them unaware of how their bodies were being transformed.
In truth, the miracle was not created by such medicinal broths.
But by their own soulless, repetitive labor.

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