The Genius Doctor of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1

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Huashan Sect Genius Physician — Episode 1

Crack!
The sharp blade pierced the heart of the last remaining Demon.
“Ugh…!”
As Hwa Seo-myeong withdrew the sword, blood erupted like a fountain.
Only after watching the creature collapse, foam flecking its lips, could he finally release his grip on the blade.
“It seems we’ve finished here.”
The sword fell to the ground with a weary sigh.
He gazed around with eyes full of pain.
Wherever he looked, there was nothing but carnage — blood and corpses tangled together in a gruesome tableau.
The problem was that he had created this nightmare himself.
“A physician,” he murmured, “killing so many with his own hands.”
“Don’t dwell on it. They weren’t human — they were creatures given to human sacrifice. There’s no guilt in what you’ve done.”
“That’s true enough. Still… I can barely stand anymore. I need rest.”
Hwa Seo-myeong spoke those words and slumped against a nearby tree, his legs giving out beneath him.
‘Such pain.’
He had sacrificed everything to pile up this mountain of corpses.
His body had endured countless blood battles; the fact that he still drew breath was a miracle. His Original Energy had burned away until only dust remained.
Soon, the light of this life would extinguish.
The only comfort was that he had managed to drag away so many of the vile demons of the Blood Cult.
As he lay there accepting death with such thoughts,
Cheong Jin, a Daoist of the Huashan Sect who had fought alongside him, suddenly posed a question.
“Tell me, friend — why did you become a physician?”
“To survive. That’s how it started.”
At his answer, offered without hesitation, Cheong Jin let out a soft laugh.
“That’s very like you.”
“As you know, I was born illegitimate — an illegitimate child has few options in a martial family. I had to choose something. Medicine seemed safest.”
At least as a physician, he wouldn’t starve.
And it kept him away from the suspicion of his half-brothers, who watched his every move, fearing he might claim their inheritance.
“But as I practiced, I found I had genuine talent for it.”
More than that — the work itself fascinated him.
Watching patients recover day by day brought him a quiet satisfaction.
“So I searched for a master worthy of teaching me. I studied under many physicians and examined their techniques, but they all fell short of my hopes.”
“Few physicians could meet your exacting standards. Yet somehow, you did find a worthy master, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Fortune smiled upon me.”
The Divine Physician, Hwa Jin-hwa.
A legendary descendant of Hua Tuo himself, and the greatest physician of the age.
She had taken Hwa Seo-myeong, then a wandering healer, as her formal disciple.
And she had adopted him as her son, teaching him the Medical Art.
After more than a decade studying under her,
“I inherited the title of Divine Physician when my master passed from old age. The mantle fell to me.”
“You didn’t receive that title merely by succession. You earned it. You spent years treating the poor and wretched, often without charge.”
“Not entirely without charge — I did accept what I could.”
“But only what they could afford. In my eyes, what you did was pure charity.”
“Why are you suddenly getting sentimental? It’s embarrassing.”
“Does it matter? We’re both dead men anyway, soon enough.”
Cheong Jin laughed as he spoke.
“Look there. More of them are coming.”
“Blast it. Are there still more left?”
Hwa Seo-myeong followed Cheong Jin’s gaze toward the distant figures advancing toward them.
Even from afar, he could see the murderous aura surrounding the group of Demons.
They were the elite forces of the Blood Cult — the last of their kind.
Monsters capable of each taking on a minor or mid-sized sect alone were now converging on two exhausted men to finish them.
“Look at their eyes. They’re glittering with killing intent — you can practically taste the bloodlust.”
“What choice do we have? You’ve already disrupted their grand scheme.”
“How is that my fault? They’re the ones who kidnapped innocent people and forced them into servitude.”
The whole story came down to this.
A year prior, Hwa Seo-myeong had been kidnapped by the Blood Cult while treating a plague outbreak in the Slums.
Naturally, he found it absurd.
Why would murderers who spent their idle hours indulging in slaughter seek out a physician?
But only after being dragged to their headquarters did he understand their purpose.
They wanted to resurrect the Blood Demon, who had fallen fifteen years before in the Righteous-Demonic Great War.
That’s right.
Not treatment—resurrection.
These fanatics, their minds twisted by demonic influence, genuinely believed they could bring their dead master back to life.
So they had made extensive preparations.
They’d fashioned a Fake Body from some incomprehensible method, procured an equally mysterious rebirth technique, and scoured the entire Central Plains for every precious material needed as sacrifice.
They’d even abducted him—the one they called the Divine Physician.
His role was to manipulate the Fake Body that would become the Blood Demon’s new flesh.
To be honest, it wasn’t difficult.
Somehow they’d crafted the Blood Demon’s new form to be as hard as Adamantine Indestructibility, and every function worked perfectly. All he’d done was hover nearby to ensure nothing went wrong.
A quack doctor from some backwater village could have performed the same work just as well.
‘So I took it lightly.’
He’d thought those idiotic Blood Cult fools would ultimately fail and fall into despair.
Why wouldn’t they?
The dead did not return to life—it was impossible.
As a physician, Hwa Seo-myeong knew this truth better than anyone.
But then….
“I still get chills thinking about it.”
Their grand enterprise.
The day the first stage of the so-called Blood Demon resurrection plan was underway.
The Blood Demon awoke in that Fake Body.
Whether it was truly the Blood Demon, he couldn’t say.
What mattered was that something terrifyingly dangerous had awakened.
Hwa Seo-myeong had never forgotten that moment—the instant their eyes met.
In that mere glance, he’d felt the terror of death itself.
It was a beast, a madman, and a monster.
A predator that would devour all living things, an existence that should never have been unleashed upon this world.
Fortunately, it hadn’t fully awakened at that moment. It had merely regained consciousness for a brief instant before slipping back into slumber.
“So you decided to kill it?”
“Yes.”
Just as Cheong Jin said, from that point on Hwa Seo-myeong had begun secretly preparing a plan to destroy it.
Stepping away from his role as a physician, as a human being, he could not abide such a thing entering the world.
But he had not acted at once.
He knew well there would be only one chance. He had to wait for the decisive, the truly decisive moment.
And that opportunity came.
“I came to rescue you.”
Hwa Seo-myeong offered Cheong Jin a faint smile.
He was an old friend with whom Hwa Seo-myeong had forged ties since his youth.
Cheong Jin—master of the Huashan Sect’s Plum Blossom Sword School, next sect master in waiting, and candidate for the Greatest Swordsman Under Heaven—had abandoned everything and come searching for him the moment he heard of his kidnapping.
And in the end, he had found the Blood Cult’s secret base where Hwa Seo-myeong was held captive and launched an assault.
For Hwa Seo-myeong, that became his signal.
“Thanks to you buying me time, I was able to twist and rupture all of that monster’s Qi and Blood, killing it.”
He had employed every means at his disposal to destroy the Blood Demon’s body.
This was possible only because he was not merely a physician, but a martial artist.
The Blood Demon, shattered into fragments, would never rise again.
But….
A long exhale.
This was the price.
The two of them were now being hunted by enraged Blood Cult members, death at their heels.
As for Hwa Seo-myeong, need not be said; but Cheong Jin had already lost one arm and suffered grave internal injuries—he was barely clinging to life.
“I’m sorry. Without me, you’d have become the Huashan Sect master and risen without impediment.”
Cheong Jin, who had reached the rank of candidate for the Greatest Swordsman Under Heaven before even thirty.
In just a few more years, he would have truly ascended to that lofty realm and ruled the world.
But Cheong Jin merely smiled faintly at Hwa Seo-myeong’s apology.
He spoke as though he truly did not care.
“If I hadn’t come to save you, that monster—the Blood Demon—would have awakened anyway. And if it had, there’s no way we could have lived in peace.”
“But…….”
“From the moment I pledged myself to the Huashan Sect and stepped into the martial world, I’ve always lived knowing that death might come for me any day. Today is simply that day. So there’s no need for you to feel sorry.”
Cheong Jin’s eyes deepened.
“Still…… I do worry a little about Huashan’s future.”
“…….”
Hwa Seo-myeong held his tongue.
He understood what sentiment lay behind those words.
The Huashan Sect.
His teacher’s school was once counted among the Nine Major Sects and Eight Righteous Factions, but it had long since lost the glory of those days.
Yet from a sect on the verge of collapse had emerged Cheong Jin—a prodigy for the ages.
The expectations the Huashan Sect placed upon him were correspondingly vast.
But now Cheong Jin had been reduced to this state because of him…….
There was truly nothing Hwa Seo-myeong could say to the people of Huashan.
But then it came.
“Friend, can you promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“If we survive this, look after Huashan for me.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You could lead Huashan far better than I ever could.”
At Cheong Jin’s words, Hwa Seo-myeong’s brow furrowed.
“If you’re going to say things like that, you should be thinking about surviving first.”
“Honestly, I’m already done for.”
“And you think I’m not? We’re both in the same position.”
“Fair enough.”
The two men looked at each other and burst into laughter—for whether enemies had arrived or not, they were both as good as dead.
Yet Cheong Jin’s expression turned serious once more.
“Still, I need you to promise. If we somehow survive this, promise me you’ll protect Huashan.”
“……I promise.”
If this would bring his friend’s heart some peace, he could grant it willingly.
Cheong Jin’s face softened into a gentle smile.
“Thank you.”
“I’m the one who should thank you. Now, prepare yourself. They’re nearly upon us.”
Both men turned their gaze toward the elite soldiers of the Blood Cult now closing in upon them.
Their numbers exceeded a hundred.
They advanced without mercy, and the two men met them in battle, fighting to their last breath in a blaze of glory.
Yes.
That must have been how it happened…….
“…….”
Hwa Seo-myeong stared at the reflection of a child in the stream and fell silent.
Barely fifteen years old, perhaps?
Painfully thin—skeletal—the child looked as though death would not be unwelcome.
As a physician, and before that as a man, he felt the urge to shelter such a fragile being.
But it was not the child’s frame that caught his eye.
This nameless child.
No—what the child was wearing was…….
“The robes of the Huashan Sect?”
They were indeed the robes of Huashan, with a plum blossom embroidered upon them.
How could this be?

Huashan Sect Prodigy Physician

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