Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 187

As he circulated his internal energy, Jin Cheonhee felt the pill dissolve and be absorbed in his throat.

Jin Cheonhee took a deep breath.

Soon, he felt the Five Elements True Qi in his danjeon surge violently as if going berserk.

It wasn’t qi deviation. Just a state very close to going berserk, but not quite.

His muscles twitched.

His left wrist, which had been painfully close to fainting throughout the fight, now moved normally in this moment.

Jin Cheonhee quickly tore off the bandage.

His left wrist, now in tatters, had already swollen to the size of a fist.

However, he felt he could move it more nimbly than before.

With the pain gone, he felt like he could survive.

“…”

In front of him, he saw Cheon-woo’s back.

Strangely, Cheon-woo, the youngest and least skilled among them, was blocking attacks the best.

‘Does Cheon-woo have elder-level martial arts?’

He didn’t think that was the case.

He was just attacking recklessly, entering even dangerous blind spots to protect his brother and buy even a little time.

However, the reason he survived Jeong Gwang’s rampage must have been his extraordinarily excellent eye strength.

Martial arts begin with seeing.

If you can see, you can dodge.

He seemed to understand why Wudang Fist Emperor had chosen Cheon-woo.

Jin Cheonhee began to pour all his internal energy into the Ice Clarity Sword.

He didn’t consider the variable of not hitting.

There was no next time anyway.

To avoid becoming a puddle of blood, he had to do something.

The guidance of the Profound Origin Heaven and Earth Divine Technique, the survival instinct, the martial arts honed through White Dragon.

And modern knowledge built up sword qi in the Ice Clarity Sword.

Not simply coating the sword with sword qi, but building up exactly what he had seen.

It was like assembling Lego bricks.

‘Sword qi won’t do. It has to be sword force.’

Jin Cheonhee recalls sword force that he can immediately understand the structure of.

White Dragon’s was too difficult.

To create an annotated version, one needs to identify, deconstruct, and reassemble.

These three steps must be accomplished.

His master’s is difficult to identify and gets stuck at deconstruction.

Something not distantly far but close at hand.

And preferably something whose power he had just closely experienced.

What eventually formed on the blade of the Ice Clarity Sword was sword force like viscous blood.

It was Lord Golden Heavens’s.

Seeing this, Jeong Gwang’s eyes bulged.

This time, even he couldn’t shout “skill thief.”

As the sword force was completed, Jin Cheonhee’s afterimage slid.

Cheon-woo realized with his eye strength that Jin Cheonhee was ready and immediately lowered his body.

Jin Cheonhee mounted Cheon-woo’s shoulders and sprang up as if performing gymnastics on a vaulting horse.

“Go, Brother!”

Jeong Gwang howled and punched at the blood-colored sword force that had stretched to one zhang in length.

Jin Cheonhee’s technique stance was the Little Green Sword.

Using that sword force and that intent to deploy the lowest-level Wudang martial art, the Little Green Sword, Jeong Gwang felt he would go mad with jealousy.

“What’s different between you and me!”

“…”

He had no energy to answer.

The blood foam rising up was choking his throat.

He deflected Jeong Gwang’s roaring palm strike with the Taiji Wisdom Sword.

And finally.

Jin Cheonhee’s style annotation.

Little Green Sword Variation.

Five Elements Taiji Wisdom Sword–!!!

The red sword force contained taiji. It was a different mystery of taiji from what Lord Golden Heavens had playfully used.

Nevertheless, it faithfully contained the Five Elements True Qi, making it even more wondrous.

The sword force that had gone through the process of identification, deconstruction, and reassembly met its master’s will and cut off Jeong Gwang’s arm.

Swish!

Jeong Gwang’s eyes widened. But only for a moment.

The penetrating sword force finally reached his neck.

‘Ah, so this is how it’s done.’

He glimpsed the edge of Realm of the Mind Sword. At the end of the distant martial arts suffering.

In the boundary between life and death, at the end of nirvana-like overwork, Realm of the Mind Sword appeared.

He couldn’t dare to grasp it, but it seemed possible to deconstruct and reassemble what he had just felt, those fragments.

With this, the identification was complete.

At that moment, Jin Cheonhee’s blade bent at a different angle.

Boom!

It wasn’t a slash. It was a strike.

The sound when the Ten-Segment Golden Palm hit occurred from the recent attack, making his eyes nearly pop out in surprise.

“Kuaaak—!”

Jeong Gwang’s body was embedded in the ground over one zhang deep.

The hole Jin Cheonhee created was like a meteorite crater.

Dust rose.

The elders, seeing the sword that was like a natural disaster, were reminded of the Wudang Fist Emperor.

It was neither Wudang’s fist technique nor sword technique. However, if asked if it really wasn’t, they couldn’t say it wasn’t either.

‘Is the Zhuge Clan reviving…?’

When the dust settled, what was seen were two: the unconscious Jeong Gwang and Jin Cheonhee, who was dripping blood from his mouth.

The unconscious Jeong Gwang had returned to his original body, not the swollen one.

Jin Cheonhee mounted Jeong Gwang’s body and with trembling hands pressed his acupoints and destroyed his danjeon.

It’s not enough to say he was tenacious for holding on when it wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away.

Then he tore the meridians in all four limbs and only then, as if he had finally used up all his strength, was about to collapse.

Cheon-woo caught and supported such a Jin Cheonhee.

“Brother, are you alright?”

“…”

Jin Cheonhee still couldn’t answer.

At that moment, fireworks shot up into the sky.

‘A signal flare…?’

It wouldn’t be Wudang’s. Then it must be from somewhere else.

Jin Cheonhee’s gaze turns to Lord Golden Heavens. Sure enough, Lord Golden Heavens was retrieving his Sun Sword.

“Well, time’s up. Oh my…”

Lord Golden Heavens clicked his tongue.

Not missing that moment, Elder Fist Emperor threw a punch.

He blocked the attack with the Sun Sword, but couldn’t completely stop it.

Crack!

One fist hit the mask.

Crack-

“Ouch, old man. That really hurts.”

Part of the mask crumbled away.

Just half a face.

Seeing that face, Jin Cheonhee’s eyes widened.

It was a familiar face.

“Kids. Let’s go back!”

Wheeee-

At the high-pitched whistle, both the jiangshi and the surviving Blood Immortal Sect members simultaneously stopped moving. Soon, they began to retreat quickly.

The Sect Leader shouted loudly.

“Don’t chase them! Hold your positions!”

Wudang had already suffered great damage.

If they recklessly chased and left the formation, the enemy’s trap would be waiting.

It was a wise decision.

Lord Golden Heavens winked at Jin Cheonhee.

“See you next time! Cutie~”

However, Jin Cheonhee was frozen, unable to move at Lord Golden Heavens’s face.

“Huk, heok…”

Blood foam rose again.

It took considerable effort just to maintain breathing.

***

As soon as the Blood Immortal Sect retreated, the Sect Leader approached Jeong Gwang.

“Can you release his acupoints? It should be fine since his danjeon is destroyed and his limb meridians are cut.”

“He might go berserk with demonic skills.”

“It’s alright. We’ll manage that somehow.”

The Sect Leader looked at Jeong Gwang with sorrowful eyes.

Could what they had shared until now really be called affection?

The master-disciple relationship in the martial world was tighter than blood family.

He had thought Jeong Gwang was just wandering after losing his arm.

It wasn’t wandering. It was corruption.

Seeing the Sect Leader’s sunken eyes, Jin Cheonhee sighed.

‘Well, even if he wants to go berserk, the Blood Immortal wouldn’t accept him right after taking the Demonic Blood Pill.’

The Blood Immortal sending down power to cause a berserk state is like a kind of contract.

One gains temporary strong power but will surely die soon after, and after death, one’s soul will be used eternally as a slave of the Blood Immortal.

In short, it’s a fraudulent contract too favorable to one side.

In this situation, the Blood Immortal doesn’t make just anyone its servant.

It bestows baptism on talents worthy of becoming its kin.

Jeong Gwang, who wasn’t brainwashed by the Blood Immortal Sect from childhood and had just taken the Demonic Blood Pill, was unlikely to make such a fraudulent contract.

Even if he did, the probability of the Blood Immortal making him its kin, when he was neither an extraordinary martial talent nor loyal to the Blood Immortal Sect, was infinitely close to zero.

‘…’

It was bitter, but that was reality.

Jin Cheonhee approached Jeong Gwang with Cheon-woo’s support and released his acupoints.

“Kuk, kuuk… Kuaaak!”

Due to the side effects of the Demonic Blood Pill, he immediately writhed in pain.

It was like the struggle of a caterpillar.

The Sect Leader approached his disciple and crouched down.

“Why did you do it?”

A question laden with many meanings.

The Sect Leader asked this to the years they had shared.

Jeong Gwang looked at such a Sect Leader.

No matter what he answered, his death was a foregone conclusion.

It was just a choice between dying without pain or dying in agony.

Even for Taoists, the sin of setting fire to Wudang, which was like family, and causing the deaths of disciples, senior brothers, and young disciples who had eaten from the same pot, was unforgivable.

“Kuk, kukuku… Do you really not know?”

At this moment, Jeong Gwang let go of everything.

The Sect Leader answered.

“I don’t know. I have loved my disciple. This heart never changed, before you lost your arm and after.”

“I hate you. I hate you so much, Senior Brother.”

“You hate me?”

“I hated you from the moment I first saw you. I hated that you mastered the Taiqing Mountain Hand Technique in just a month when I had practiced for hundreds of days. The uncles and previous elders all liked only you. I hated you for having everything I couldn’t have.”

“Yet you managed to stay with me.”

“Because I was young then. I didn’t know that feeling was jealousy, didn’t know it would burn me up like this.”

“It must have been painful every time you saw me.”

“You know what? Not even once… not even once… was there a time I didn’t want to kill you, Senior Brother. But I couldn’t kill you. Even now, in the end, I couldn’t stab you.”

“…It’s a pity.”

At that moment, black blood surged up from Jeong Gwang’s mouth.

He had started to make his own blood energy go berserk.

Of course, with his danjeon destroyed and limb meridians cut, making his blood energy go berserk would only result in death.

That was what Jeong Gwang wanted.

He was trying to commit suicide.

The Sect Leader watched this with sunken eyes.

“I liked my disciple. I was glad when you smiled at me. I liked it from when you called me Senior Brother. I didn’t know… didn’t know it was causing you such pain…”

The Sect Leader looked at Jeong Gwang like that.

Holding the severed arm, he said this:

“I’m sorry for my inadequacy.”

“…Until the end… damn it…! You…”

Jeong Gwang’s body twisted in a strange direction. After a beast-like groan and extreme pain, strength left Jeong Gwang’s body.

His retinas no longer contained any light.

“…Sleep well.”

The Sect Leader closed the eyes of his foolish disciple like that.

Simultaneously, a thick blood clot gurgled and flowed out of the Sect Leader’s mouth.

Seeing this, an elder shouted.

“Mind demon, it’s a mind demon!”

Unable to endure the betrayal of a disciple he had considered like family, he had finally succumbed to a mind demon.

In this weakened state, a mind demon meant death