Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99
Fire
The strong reign supreme.
Thinking of Jegalling’s distant realm of mastery, I contemplated this truth.
‘I must grow stronger. I need to train with even greater intensity.’
In the end, strength was law, and strength was truth.
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There were few in Gangho who didn’t know that Baek Rin-ui-seon suffered from the Nine Yin Severed Meridians.
The Gaju had given up, but Jegalling’s mother had not.
Since childhood, she had continuously provided him with expensive medicinal herbs under the guise of treating the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, and had invited renowned physicians from across Gangho to examine his pulse.
In the end, these efforts only confirmed what was already known, but such was the nature of those times.
Each time, the gossips of Gangho spoke endlessly about it, and no one doubted the fact.
When Jegalling, whom everyone believed would die before reaching adulthood, survived the clan’s destruction and, with his ghostly intellect and martial prowess, turned those who contributed to the massacre into fertilizer without distinction, no one doubted then either.
Later, when Jegalling survived and established the Baekrin Medical Hall to prolong his life, young martial artists began to doubt, but the elders who had known Jegalling since childhood still understood that he suffered from the Nine Yin Severed Meridians and would die soon.
Thus, the current situation was merely speculation about what would become of the Baekrin Medical Hall after Jegalling—that is, Baek Rin-ui-seon—passed away.
However, when word spread that I had overcome the Nine Yin Severed Meridians through my revolutionary surgical technique, the entire realm began to tremble.
The master of the Medical Hall himself, Baek Rin-ui-seon, had given up on treating the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, yet his disciple had succeeded?
It was news that shook Gangho to its core.
As this news spread, information about the miraculous new pill, the Baekrin Divine Elixir, could not be contained.
“Kekeke, the Baekrin Divine Elixir, you say. Could it truly suppress the darkness within me?”
“…You really… no, never mind.”
“Oh come now, why are you like that? I simply wish to witness the power of the famous Seo Baek-ryong from the Baekrin Medical Hall.”
“What do the elders of the Dang family say to you?”
“What’s wrong with me? Whenever the elders see me, their faces flush red and they rush to escape.”
“I’m going insane… no, I see. The elders couldn’t bear to watch their granddaughter build a tower of dark history, so they left her to me.”
“Why are you like this? Yeon. Say something too.”
“Oh, brother. Even though Dang-a seems like this, she’s… she’s not a bad child.”
“Why do you speak like that?”
Namgung Un gazed at the two girls with sorrowful eyes.
One was his younger sister, Namgung Yeon.
And beside her, linking arms with Namgung Yeon as she climbed up, was Dang-a.
A daughter of the Sichuan Dang family, she had recently entered what would be equivalent to the second year of middle school in Korea.
The Sichuan Dang family was recognized as an orthodox sect, yet they practiced poison, a heterodox technique, and their internal energy partially followed heterodox characteristics.
One of these was the personality changes of adolescence.
Among those who learned the secret techniques of the Dang sect, children who showed exceptional achievement in their youth often underwent personality changes upon entering their teenage years.
They harbored madness in their hearts, became obsessed with darkness, and frequently mentioned words like blood and wounds.
Of course, since they were still orthodox, they rarely fell completely into madness and went around killing people.
The foundation of an orthodox sect was spiritual cultivation. Even though the Dang family possessed some heterodox characteristics, they rarely lost themselves completely.
Moreover, by the time they reached adulthood, they naturally returned to normal.
Only the memories from that time remained with them as adults, causing them to kick their blankets in the dead of night or cry out in their sleep.
Dang-a.
She was a promising talent even within the Dang Family, steadily honing her skills under her father, the Gaju.
She had demonstrated exceptional achievements since childhood and showed rapid cultivation progress, but….
Upon entering adolescence, she underwent a dramatic transformation.
The elders of the Dang Family were horrified upon seeing Dang-a, as if they had stumbled upon a secret diary written ten years prior.
Thus, the Dang Family commanded Dang-a to venture out and see a wider world.
In practice, Namgung Un had taken on the responsibility.
“Kekeke. Soon we’ll reach Baekrin Uigak. Hah, my wound throbs.”
Dang-a covered one side of her eye and laughed.
“I wonder if that place can heal the spiritual wounds even my own family couldn’t mend?”
Namgung Un responded to her words.
“Ah, that’s right. The Dang Family is quite skilled in medicine as well.”
Her chest bore an exquisite embroidery symbolizing the Sichuan Dang Sect.
The Sichuan Dang Family.
As a martial family representing Sichuan, they were renowned for poisons and hidden weapons.
Though not quite on par with the three great Medical Halls of Gangho, they possessed considerable medical expertise as a sect.
Consequently, Sichuan Province housed the Poison Medicine Hall, a medical institution operated by the Dang Family.
While modest in scale compared to other medical halls, their skill was formidable.
Particularly in pharmacology, they even rivaled Hwaju Uiseon.
After all, poison itself becomes medicine when used properly, and understanding the antidotes to poisons was equally crucial.
This accumulated history had forged the medical arts of the Sichuan Dang Family.
“Medicine for incurable diseases and internal injuries? And every single patient they saved had conditions that were far from simple. The more I hear, the more fascinating it becomes. Kekeke. Was it Seo Baek-ryong? I’m curious what expression he’ll make upon seeing me, who carries darkness.”
“Perhaps he’ll make the same expression as the Dang Family elders.”
“Hah, even my own parents couldn’t understand my darkness and abandoned me.”
“If it were the Dang Family, wouldn’t they understand far too well?”
Namgung Un, who had been muttering softly, brushed back his bangs.
“Still, I’m delighted that Dang Mae, our Yeon’s friend, is accompanying us. Besides, she seems to have taken a liking to Seo Baek-ryong.”
“A liking? I’m simply testing whether he can heal my wounds.”
“…I see. Understood. Would you like a mooncake?”
Namgung Un smiled with an adult’s amusement and offered mooncakes to each of the two girls.
The mooncakes bore a lovely lotus flower imprint, clearly purchased to suit Namgung Yeon’s tastes.
“Yeon, is it delicious?”
She nodded.
Namgung Yeon nodded once in response and eagerly ate her mooncake, while Dang Mae, who had received one as well, ate alongside her.
“Tch, did you think I had the palate of a child like Yeon? Brother Un.”
“You’re a girl, so you should call me Namgung Ga…no, call me whatever feels comfortable.”
There was a story Namgung Un’s father, Namgung Cheol, had once told him.
‘Even if the Dang Family child appears to have learned the demonic cultivation of a heretical sect, observe with patience.’
He understood his father had exchanged with several Dang Sect friends during his childhood.
Back then, to his young eyes, his father had wondered if those Dang Sect friends had learned the demonic cultivation of heretical sects.
Namgung Un possessed greater insight into human nature than his father.
“Would you like another?”
“Yes, please, Un!”
“They’re delicious.”
Would this child grow up to kick off blankets like so many elders of the Dang family?
Thinking thus, Namgung Un handed each of the two girls another moon cake.
Adolescent girls.
Contrary to society’s perception that they would be refined young ladies, Namgung Un knew the truth.
‘Ferocious, destructive, and at an age of endless appetite.’
At that age, a single shout could be heard from one end of the compound to the other, and for reasons beyond explanation, they would suddenly sprint at full speed, their overflowing energy uncontrolled enough to break things as they went.
‘Feed them well.’
To care for children at this age essentially meant to keep feeding them.
As if taming beasts, Namgung Un continued to feed the two girls.
It was the proper conduct of a responsible adult.
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Meanwhile, as the Namgung siblings and members of the Dang family were arriving, Jin Cheon-hee was in the midst of martial training.
Having undergone rebirth and with inner energy that had risen by twenty years’ worth of cultivation, Jin Cheon-hee had already reached a level where even by inner energy standards alone, I could barely qualify as a peak master.
Now was the time to train in a greater variety of martial arts more deeply.
In truth, one could say I was somewhat behind.
Typically, upon reaching the peak master realm, one would have already mastered the higher secret techniques of a family’s martial arts to some degree.
But what Jin Cheon-hee was training in were martial techniques.
From among the countless martial arts of the Jegal Family, I had selected ones suited to the Five Elements Divine Art.
I had chosen to learn one of them.
-Ten Paces Divine Spear is a magnificent martial art. However, I cannot nod in agreement that it qualifies as a divine art of the highest order.
At these words, Jin Cheon-hee was shocked.
Ten Paces Divine Spear was an extraordinary martial art that any competent spear master would mention at least once. Yet even that could not be said to rank among the Jegal Family’s supreme divine arts.
‘Just how arrogant can one be…’
-Ten Paces Divine Spear is merely a stepping stone to master the true martial arts of our school, Hee.
Are other families equally arrogant?
Jin Cheon-hee tilted my head in confusion.
‘Come to think of it, the Demonic Sect’s martial arts also tormented the protagonist by calling anything and everything the greatest under heaven, then claiming it was merely foundational for the next technique. Yes, it seems all families are like this.’
The power of the stepping stone Ten Paces Divine Spear that Master spoke of was enough to drive a harpoon that could never be removed into Mannyeonhwari’s mouth.
Then what would the next martial art be?
-Taeul Severing Immortal Sword.
A sword technique with the meaning of severing immortals, composed of twenty-four forms, but when mixed with variations, it could produce infinite transformations.
Severing immortals—what an audaciously grand name!
-It consists of three mysteries: speed, change, and transformation. When mastered, it is said to be a supreme divine art so formidable that finding a rival in the world becomes difficult.
Surprisingly, I had heard of this martial art before.
Later, one of the rivals in the novel used this technique.
Even that practitioner had entered the ranks of geniuses, but could only display half of it without mastering the whole.
I had succeeded in obtaining the secret manual from the Jegal Family after their destruction, but it was a technique far too selective about its practitioners.
I once wondered if the manual had been torn apart in the past, but now I understood why.
First, the foundational martial arts it required were exacting.
Beyond the Five Elements Divine Art, I had to achieve complete mastery of the Three Calamities Footwork, Three Calamities Fist Technique, and even Miribeo.
Only then could I learn the Xuanyuan Severing Immortal Art and master the Ten-Step Divine Spear.
Only with all of that could I access the mysteries of transformation and reversal.
‘So that’s why the enemy in the novel could only use speed.’
Even that alone had given the protagonist Yeo Ha-ryun an incredibly hard time.
-You must study diligently and train your body to learn this.
The Glacial Crystal Sword.
Since I had obtained such a peerless treasure blade, I wanted to master a peerless martial art to match it.
And Jin Cheon-hee had been suffering for months now.
“Aaaah!”
Wooden staffs moved at bizarre angles from all directions.
This was a hellish wooden dummy training dungeon that Yoo Ho had created himself!
In local terminology, it was called the wooden dummy training hall.
Multiple wooden dummies wielded between four and ten arms each, striking wildly, yet even they followed their own patterns and rhythms.
I had to memorize those patterns, block, and evade repeatedly.

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