The Genius Doctor of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 13

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Huashan Sect Prodigy Physician — Chapter 13

Inside the Baekgeommun sect leader’s chamber.
“You absolute fool!”
Crack!
Gwak Hyeong, master of Baekgeommun, swung his palm across Yu Won’s cheek.
Thud-crash!
Yu Won, struck by the full force of that blow, tumbled across the floor like a rag doll. But Gwak Hyeong, unsatisfied, brought his boot down on the fallen man’s body.
“Because of you, this sect has become the laughingstock of the martial world! What in the hell were you thinking?”
“I’m s-sorry…… Ugh, ahhhhhhh!”
Yu Won shrieked without end as he was trampled.
Only when Gwak Hyeong’s breathing grew ragged and he finally exhausted himself did the kicking stop.
“Nnnngh…….”
“Worm.”
Kick!
With one final savage blow, he stepped back and spoke in a glacial voice.
“Take this trash to the Medicine Hall.”
“Y-yes, at once!”
The other Baekgeommun disciples present answered in terrified tones.
They hurriedly dragged the battered Yu Won away, out of their master’s sight.
Gwak Hyeong watched them go, then released a deep sigh.
“Damn it. I sent them to suppress their momentum, and it backfired instead. Who could have foreseen this…?”
“Quite unexpected indeed. Who would have predicted that just two disciples from the Huashan Sect could overcome six of ours?”
These words came from a young man who sat sipping tea alongside Gwak Hyeong. The sect leader’s lips curled in distaste.
“Hmph. Those sent were all mediocre Outer Disciples — that’s the only reason. If genuine Inner Disciples had gone, the tale would have been very different.”
“Your expression hardly reflects such confidence, sir.”
“Hold your tongue! I’m in no mood for your prattling at present.”
“Haha, my apologies.”
The young man offered a smooth bow, his mouth curved in a smile, though his eyes remained cold and sharp.
Gwak Hyeong seemed to notice this, flinching slightly before changing the subject.
“What intelligence has your organization gathered regarding the common folk’s reaction?”
“Didn’t you just say you had no patience for my idle talk?”
“Blast it. I take back what I said. Now speak.”
“Very well. According to the information compiled by our Haowen operatives, the people of Hwaamhyeon still regard the Huashan Sect as the dominant force here. This incident made that even more apparent.”
“……!”
“Hardly surprising, is it? No matter how rapidly Baekgeommun has expanded, the Huashan Sect has taken root here over two centuries, establishing deep foundations. Even if they’ve now become a minor power cast out from the Nine Sects One Alliance, their symbolic weight remains unchanged.”
“B-but within ten years we’ll match Huashan’s overall strength…….”
“This isn’t a matter of strength. As I said, it’s one of perception. Moreover, Huashan has produced countless Lay Disciples over the years and scattered them across the land. True, they’ve grown distant as the sect has declined, but such bonds of connection aren’t easily severed, are they? The common people certainly believe so.”
“Then we must change that very perception.”
Gwak Hyeong’s eyes gleamed with fierce intensity.
“The commoners are ignorant of the martial world, so they view Huashan as they always have. That perception must be shaken to its foundation.”
“You don’t mean to pursue that plan you mentioned before?”
“Precisely. I shall formally request an exchange match with the Huashan Sect. When our Inner Disciples crush theirs, the reverberations will be great enough to bury this incident entirely. And the people’s perception will shift along with it.”
“Hmm…….”
The youth from Haowen regarded him with an ambiguous expression. But judging by Gwak Hyeong’s burning gaze, he seemed unlikely to accept objections.
‘Well, no matter.’
The young man smiled to himself and dismissed the thought. After all, his role was merely to humor an aging dreamer and collect his payment.
“When it’s done, ensure Haowen spreads the word far and wide—that our great Baekgeommun has toppled the Huashan Sect. Let all of Hwaamhyeon know, and beyond that, all of Seonseo!”
“Of course. Though you’ll need to honor the compensation we agreed upon.”
“Naturally. Once Baekgeommun surpasses Huashan and becomes the true representative of Hwaamhyeon, such trifles will be nothing.”
Gwak Hyeong took up his brush and began drafting a letter.
Though dressed in courteous formality and flowery language…….
his true intent was singular.
A request for an exchange match—a martial exhibition between disciples!
If it came to pass, it would surely restore the great pride of Baekgeommun.
And so the letter was delivered to the Huashan Sect master through a disciple.
It happened the day after the collision between Baek Hyeon and Yu Won.

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Meanwhile, at the Huashan Sect’s Training Grounds.
The place was already abuzz with talk of yesterday’s incident.
“Really? Something like that happened? I wish I’d gone along. It would’ve been thrilling.”
Yi Cheong-un laughed heartily after hearing the account from Baek Hyeon and Yu Cheong-a.
Baek Jin frowned at him.
“Cheong-un, this isn’t something to laugh off. Both our fourth and fifth disciples could have been seriously hurt.”
“But look at the results—nothing happened, right? Those Baekgeommun fools were just too incompetent to pose a real threat.”
“Exactly! Senior, doesn’t your heart sing at this? I’m absolutely thrilled we got to pummel those arrogant Baekgeommun bastards!”
“Ha, everyone seemed to enjoy the impact well enough. I’m glad Baek Hyeon was there with you.”
As Yu Cheong-a spoke with obvious pride, the others gazed at her with unmistakable envy. Baek Jin pressed his forehead as if it ached and let out a heavy sigh.
“Of course, I won’t pretend I didn’t find their humiliation satisfying. Baekgeommun’s been picking fights with us for ages, after all. But this has the makings of a sect-to-sect confrontation, and that’s what troubles me……”
“There’s no need to worry about that. We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”
All eyes turned to Baek Hyeon, who could be called the protagonist of this incident.
He swung the wooden sword in lazy arcs as he looked toward Baek Jin, whose expression remained troubled, and spoke.
“They were the ones who started the quarrel, and they were the ones who attacked first. And they’re the ones who ended up flailing in the dirt like fools. The common people of Hwaamhyeon are already on our side, so even if Baekgeommun lodges a formal complaint, it’ll only make them a laughingstock, won’t it?”
“That may be true, but……”
“Besides, if they try any nonsense, we can worry about it then. You worry too much, senior. If you keep fretting over things that don’t matter, it’ll damage your health.”
“……I’ll bear that in mind.”
Baek Jin nodded after hearing Baek Hyeon’s words. At that, Yi Cheong-un spoke up incredulously.
“Wait, senior! Why do you listen to Baek Hyeon’s words but ignore ours? Are you playing favorites with the youngest?”
“Enough noise. Go prepare for training.”
“Ugh. This is so unfair. Really now, isn’t it? What do you all think?”
“If you don’t close that loud mouth of yours, I’ll tell the masters about the time you were caught drinking alcohol.”
“S-senior! You were still holding a grudge about that?”
As Yi Cheong-un cried out in alarm, laughter erupted among the inner disciples. Baek Hyeon himself smiled faintly and watched them.
But then it happened.
“Baek Hyeon.”
“Ah, Master Cheong-in. You’ve arrived?”
Cheong-in, who oversaw Baek Hyeon’s training, was approaching with an unusually grave expression. Though Baek Hyeon moved to bow respectfully, he sensed the atmosphere was far from ordinary.
“Has something happened, Master?”
“I heard about yesterday’s events.”
“Everything worked out well in the end——”
“I heard you used needles like a weapon.”
At his clipped, rigid tone, all the inner disciples fell silent at once.
But regardless, Cheong-in kept his gaze fixed solely on Baek Hyeon as he pressed on.
“Surely you haven’t also learned the Hwata Acupuncture Technique?”
“Yes. It’s a martial art, but it’s also a form of medicine, isn’t it?”
Baek Hyeon answered with casual assurance and a slight smile. Yet Cheong-in’s expression remained unchanged.
“How much have you learned?”
“All of it.”
“All of it…… You mean you’ve learned even how to use Palguk Gaewon?”
“Yes.”
……!
At that straightforward answer, Cheong-in’s eyes widened noticeably.
He dropped to one knee to meet Baek Hyeon’s gaze, then gripped the boy’s shoulders and spoke.
“That’s not something a child like you should be using. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Of course. I have no intention of using it except in the most dire circumstances.”
“Not except in dire circumstances—don’t use it at all! If you go around abusing such a technique, it will become a terrible curse upon you one day.”
“It’s fine. With my body in its current state, I can only open up to the Third Gate at most anyway.”
“But……”
“Master Cheong-in, what exactly is this Palguk Gaewon technique that you’re so concerned about?”
Yi Cheong-un asked earnestly, unable to contain his curiosity.
It was Baek Hyeon who answered.
“Palguk Gaewon is a secret of the Hwata Acupuncture Technique—a method of using acupuncture to pierce the Extreme Points and meridian gates of the human body, artificially drawing forth Vital Energy to its limit. When employed, one can temporarily wield tremendous power.”
“Tremendous power? How much are we talking about?”
“The former user of this technique, Master Sin-ui, was at Peak level but managed to defeat masters who had reached the Absolute Peak.”
……!
At his answer, the inner disciples’ jaws dropped open.
It is said that an ordinary martial artist who pursues the Way of Martial Arts through a lifetime of cultivation reaches the stage known as Peak.
The Absolute Peak was one step beyond that—a realm that only geniuses could achieve.
From that level onward, one could wield Gangi, unleashing power of an entirely different dimension than before.
Yet here was someone at the Peak level capable of defeating those Absolute Peak masters.
It meant a tremendous amplification of power. No wonder everyone was stunned.
“B-but why would you tell him not to use such a trump card? If he has such a technique…….”
“A trump card is called a trump card precisely because it’s used only when circumstances absolutely demand it. Palguk Gaewon drains an enormous toll on the body, given that it manipulates Vital Energy.”
Cheong-in cut off Baek Jin’s words, speaking with firm resolve. At his statement, everyone’s eyes widened.
“A toll?”
“Yes. Up through the Fourth Gate, it’s relatively safe, but from the Fifth Gate onward, as the amplification of Gangi grows stronger, the strain on the body becomes severe. Opening the Sixth and Seventh Gates without proper preparation invites lasting aftereffects, and opening the final Eighth Gate expends all one’s Vital Energy—you could die.”
“……!”
At the word ‘die,’ the disciples of this generation’s widened eyes reflected their shock. Baek Hyeon could only listen to him with a bitter smile.
In truth, during that final battle with the Bloodhand sect bastards, he had opened the Eighth Gate, sent half of them to the grave, and died.
Cheong-in turned his gaze back to Baek Hyeon, his expression grave.
“In any case, refrain from using it as much as possible. Make this promise to your master. Do you understand?”
“I promise. I won’t use it except in the direst circumstances.”
Baek Hyeon accepted readily.
Besides, his body was still in poor condition—he had no intention of using such a technique. He knew better than anyone the side effects of Palguk Gaewon.
‘Well, if I use the Hwata Acupuncture Technique skillfully enough, I could minimize the aftereffects…….’
But that required consistent practice, adequate preparation, and considerable effort.
There was no point in rushing into anything now.
“Phew, that’s a relief then. So…….”
Cheong-in was just about to ease his expression and return to training.
“So you’re all gathered here.”
“The Sect Leader!”
Wun-am, who should have been attending to duties at Jasogung, arrived with several elders and first-generation disciples in search of this generation’s disciples.
Cheong-in too seemed startled by the Sect Leader’s appearance, his expression questioning what had brought them.
Wun-am exhaled slowly before speaking.
“I’ve come because there’s something I must tell you all.”
“What is it, Sect Leader?”
“Baekgeommun has sent us a Challenge Letter.”
“……!”
At his words, everyone present bore expressions of shock.

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