The Genius Doctor of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 32

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Huashan Sect Genius Physician — Episode 32

“What on earth…”
His opponent seemed taken aback.
Where Baek Hyeon had radiated no particular power before, an overwhelming aura now emanated from him.
“You were hiding your strength!”
“Perhaps.”
Baek Hyeon smiled faintly.
The Eight Extremes Gate Opening was not about concealing power in the traditional sense.
The principle of this secret technique, derived from the Huatuo Needle Technique, worked by treating eight critical points that limited the human body as gates — forcibly opening them to unleash strength far beyond one’s normal capacity.
It came at a cost to the body, but opening just one gate remained manageable for now. Of course, from the opponent’s perspective, it must have felt like a bolt from the blue.
“If you surrender now, I can promise you fair treatment…”
“Die!”
The leather-clad martial artist bellowed and swung his blade with full force.
Baek Hyeon retreated and hurled a Long Needle Strike with all his might.
The leather-clad martial artist started to dismiss it with a scoff as before, but suddenly felt a chill run through him.
Thwack!
“…!”
Unlike moments before, the needle pierced clean through the leather armor.
It had barely grazed him, avoiding a serious wound, but had it gone any deeper, the outcome would have been fatal. This was an entirely different caliber from his previous strikes.
“Tsk. I’m nearly out of needles.”
At that, Baek Hyeon clicked his tongue in frustration and drew his sword. In the same motion as the blade left its sheath, he charged forward and unfolded the Plum Blossom Sword Art.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Steel met steel in rapid succession.
Yet the leather-clad man could only stare in shock.
The young boy, who looked far his junior, possessed superior strength to his own.
“Hah!”
Moreover, Baek Hyeon wielded his blade with far more than raw power.
He traced a beautiful arc of sword technique, demonstrating complete mastery of the Plum Blossom Sword Art as he pressed his opponent relentlessly.
Driven back repeatedly, the leather-clad man found himself drenched in cold sweat.
‘At this rate, I’m done for.’
There was only one option left.
He gathered his strength to shove Baek Hyeon back, then yanked the Poison Pouch from his belt and hurled it toward him.
Burst!
“…!”
The pouch burst directly in front of Baek Hyeon, spreading its toxic cloud. Only then did the leather-clad man’s face relax slightly.
The Poison Pouch he had just used was an expensive item provided from above.
It was never meant to be used this way… but he was fighting for his life, and circumstances left him no choice.
‘Once I dispose of this brat, I won’t face blame for using it.’
With that thought, he approached Baek Hyeon, who had taken the full force of the poison.
But then.
‘What…?’
Something was wrong.
Though Baek Hyeon should have been hit by the poison, his face showed no signs of change whatsoever.
“How… how is this possible!”
“Would I really come unprepared to face a disciple of the Poison Master?”
“…!”
“Ptui!”
Baek Hyeon spat out the Antidote Herb he had been chewing.
It hadn’t completely negated the poison, but it had neutralized enough of it.
His tongue tingled and his vision wavered, yet he could still move freely enough to fight.
“Cheap tricks tell me there’s nothing left to see.”
Baek Hyeon spoke thus and unleashed the Dark Fragrance Technique.
He reached his opponent in an instant and drove his blade deep through the man’s chest.
Slice!
“This can’t… be…”
The leather-clad man collapsed, his face etched with disbelief.
“Hmm.”
Baek Hyeon gazed down at the fallen man, then swept his eyes across the surrounding area.
Then he began separating several lumps of opium and what appeared to be important poisons into a pouch he’d brought beforehand.
‘This should be enough for research purposes.’
Next, he poured oil across the floor and set it alight with the Fire Control Art.
Whoosh!
Flames erupted, consuming all the narcotics inside.
Baek Hyeon watched the sight unfold, then hurried outside.
“Benefactor.”
When he returned to his starting point, the situation was nearly resolved.
Cho Ujin stood his ground, his breathing completely steady, while over fifty Gusabang martial artists lay scattered around him. Meanwhile—
“Hah… hah… hah…”
Bo Munho was gasping for breath as if barely clinging to life.
Yet there were no obvious major injuries—he’d somehow managed to survive in one piece.
‘Indeed, the Branch Master.’
Still, he was far stronger than ordinary martial artists.
“You both did well,” Baek Hyeon said.
“You did your part too. There’s a fire spreading over there—your doing?” Cho Ujin asked.
“I burned the narcotics. I took what I needed for research, and there’s no sense keeping such things around—they only cause harm.”
Opium could serve medicinal purposes, but even small quantities sufficed for that use.
Such an abundance of opium inevitably led to abuse and addiction. From a physician’s perspective, there was no reason to take such things along.
“Besides, it might not even be ordinary narcotics. There’s no point keeping something so suspicious around. And fortunately, burning the medicine won’t hurt anyone in the process.”
“I see. But…”
Cho Ujin regarded Baek Hyeon with a meaningful expression.
“You’ve picked up some tricks. You’re stronger than before.”
“I told you—I have sufficient means to look after myself.”
Baek Hyeon grinned and offered this explanation. Cho Ujin nodded impassively.
He seemed satisfied simply that Baek Hyeon had come through unharmed, regardless of how he’d grown stronger.
“By the way, you spared the Leader?”
“We needed information.”
Cho Ujin said this while infusing Qi into the unconscious Gusabang Leader.
“Ugh…!”
The Gusabang Leader’s body trembled as if struck by lightning, and his eyes snapped open. He stared at Cho Ujin with terror-stricken eyes.
“You… you’re the Unfeeling Swordsman…!”
“From now on, answer only what I ask,” Cho Ujin said flatly.
His expression turned icy.
“Who sold your people the narcotics?”

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Two days after the interrogation.
An enforcement unit dispatched from the Murim League’s Shaanxi Branch arrested all of Gusabang’s disciples.
They were thoroughly shocked at the sight of the nearly destroyed Gusabang.
According to reports, three people had done this—they’d subdued nearly a hundred disciples, which was extraordinary.
“It’s not surprising, really. The Unfeeling Swordsman, Cho Ujin, was among them. If it’s him, he’d have been more than capable of razing this place.”
“But Commander, why did Cho Ujin help our Murim League’s fire poison branch?”
“He didn’t help the fire poison branch—he helped the Huashan Medical Dragon. Haven’t you heard? Huashan Medical Dragon used miraculous medical arts to extract the demonic Qi from the Unfeeling Swordsman’s mind.”
“I’ve heard the rumor, but… honestly, I thought it was false. Huashan Medical Dragon is quite young, isn’t he?”
“He’s the youngest among the second generation disciples of Huashan Sect, so yes, rather young. But to possess such extraordinary medical skill—it’s remarkable.”
“From what I hear, he saved the life of one addicted investigator from our branch, and in this battle, he single-handedly felled over ten enemies. A true young hero.”
“My own son is around the same age… goodness, I wonder what makes the difference…”
The martial artists dispatched from the Shaanxi Branch exchanged such remarks as they completed their assessment.
Meanwhile—
“So Poison Demon was only indirectly connected after all.”
Baek Hyeon was consolidating what he’d learned.
He sat drinking tea with Cho Ujin and Bo Munho.
“From the looks of it, they just used poison sent from above. The opium was specially manufactured and supplied separately. This place only seemed responsible for distribution.”
“Just small-timers then. The real players are behind them.”
“The Jektok Sect, you said? It seems they’re connected to Poison Demon’s disciples. And they’re the ones distributing narcotics in this area.”
“Benefactor, should we strike there as well?”
“I’m afraid that would be beyond our reach.”
Gusabang, a minor black sect in the neighborhood, was weak enough for the three of them to overturn, but the Jektok Sect didn’t seem like an easy target.
At minimum, it would be impossible without borrowing the strength of the Huashan Sect or the Shaanxi Branch of the Murim League.
‘But I can’t drag Huashan people into something like this.’
The Jektok Sect was a powerful and threatening force.
With no way of knowing how much damage would result, it was unthinkable to involve them without the Sect Leader’s permission.
“At least the Shaanxi Branch of the Murim League has promised to keep those bastards in check as much as possible. We should trust in them for now.”
“Hmph. That won’t amount to much good, I suspect.”
“Surely it’s better than nothing, isn’t it? The Murim League branch has masters at the pinnacle of skill among their ranks.”
“Still, I worry for my benefactor’s safety. If the Jektok Sect decides to take revenge, it will become tiresome.”
At Cho Ujin’s concerned tone, Baek Hyeon shook his head.
“That’s precisely why you’re watching over me, isn’t it? That’s enough.”
“I suppose so, but……”
“We at the Main Branch will also join forces with the Shaanxi Branch to keep a close watch on their movements. If anything happens, we’ll inform you.”
“Thank you, Chief.”
Baek Hyeon nodded and bowed.
“Now it’s simply a matter of watching how the situation unfolds. There likely won’t be much for us to do.”
“Is the detoxification of the poison mixed into the opium complete?”
“From what I can tell, the common opium didn’t contain the Mixed Poison that Toxin Devil uses. It seems they used a special opium when they were torturing the investigator.”
Baek Hyeon said this and withdrew a poison pouch from his pocket.
“This is that Mixed Poison right here. I’ve largely finished researching its composition. If they use the same poison going forward, I’ll be able to neutralize it immediately.”
“Oh…… you really do astonish me.”
Bo Munho gazed at Baek Hyeon with a look of admiration.
Baek Hyeon grinned and stood from his seat.
“Then we’ll take our leave now. Please contact us if anything happens.”
“Understood. Go carefully.”
Bo Munho walked them out to the front of the branch office and saw them off.
With just the two of them remaining, Baek Hyeon and Cho Ujin made their way slowly back toward the Huashan Medical Clinic.
“By the way, I think I should pay you a monthly stipend.”
When Baek Hyeon spoke teasingly to Cho Ujin, the latter tilted his head in confusion.
“A stipend?”
“You’ve been helping me so much that I feel guilty just sitting idle.”
“That’s not necessary. I’m doing this only to repay a debt to my benefactor.”
“Still, it would be better if you accepted it. I don’t have vast wealth, but…… the Medical Clinic is bringing in a reasonable income these days.”
More than anything, his conscience weighed heavily knowing he wasn’t paying a martial artist of Cho Ujin’s caliber so much as a single coin.
It was more personal than that—gratitude, and a desire to look after him.
Cho Ujin pondered for a moment, then nodded.
“If that’s what my benefactor wishes, then very well. I’ll accept the monthly stipend.”
“That’s the right decision.”
Baek Hyeon smiled broadly.
Then Cho Ujin seemed to consider something, and spoke carefully.
“Benefactor, this isn’t quite a return for the stipend, but…… I’d like to make you a proposal.”
“A proposal?”
“Yes. I don’t think you’d regret it.”
Cho Ujin spoke with a serious expression.
“Would you not consider learning how to fight from me?”

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