Chapter 40 – Saengbong (03)
It took longer than expected.
The idea of using Cheongshim Glass Gong instead and raising it to the level of a peak expert and forcing a transformation was a good idea.
The problem was that since Saengbong had almost no martial arts talent, he could not keep up even if taught.
If you see that your inner energy is rotating along the blood flow path, your mind is smart, but your body does not follow suit.
It is commonly said that it is a physical skill, but since martial arts is a law that requires the body and mind to move together, Saengbong was barely able to undergo a complete transformation thanks to the constant wandering in the middle and mastering what he did not understand through simple repetition and forcibly opening up the realm. There was.
This time, it was possible because there was an elixir called life-changing, and more than anything, it was possible because the body of an ordinary person who had not learned martial arts was able to infuse Cheongsim Glass Ball from the beginning.
In addition, it was difficult to use the treatment again since it was not possible to do this because the master who had reached the peak stage could not undergo a complete transformation, but it was done for now.
‘It was close’
It took longer than expected and I was able to finish it successfully thanks to Seol-Ah coming in and giving me more strength just before I ran out of strength.
‘It can’t be said to be a complete success…’
“It seems like he’s conscious, but…”
The Gokju of Yakgok had already learned the Black Moon, Blood Moon, Mara Heart Gong, and during the struggle of Mozi, his inner gong was sucked out and he became a ruined person. The only people left now were ordinary members of the council who did not even know martial arts.
Of course, there is no one better than these people in terms of medical knowledge, so I asked them to check Saengbong’s condition, but fortunately, it didn’t seem to be life-threatening.
“I think we’ll have to wait and see the situation for now.”
When I nodded, the congressman bowed his head and left the room. He seemed to be scared of me and other martial people because he had been burned so badly by the Black Moon Party.
“How… Like this…?”
Sikbong, an eyewitness who had seen her condition before, looked dumbfounded when he saw her in good condition, but he was still in such shock that when he saw her recovered from the condition he was in, he put on his usual dumbfounded expression as if the trauma had healed. There was.
As soon as Jeonryong saw Saengbong safe and sound, he fell asleep as if he had fainted. Someone, perhaps Hyeon Jeonjin of the shaman faction, took him to the hospital room, and Sikbong and I were guarding Saengbong’s side.
“How can severed arms and legs grow back, brother?”
“I somehow managed to use the life-changing method.”
“If there was such an effect, all sects would have cured diseases and disabled masters…”
“I have some expertise in medicine.”
Anyway, I only know about internal energy therapy for Samae. Is there something like that somewhere?
‘There is consciousness… And it also responds to sound.’
My heart beats rapidly when I hear loud noises or crashing sounds around me, but compared to the state where I couldn’t even hear sounds before, my recovery was a long one.
However, even if you wave a candle in front of Saengbong’s unfocused eyes, the pupils, which should instinctively follow, remain still, it seems that vision has been lost even though the eyeball itself has been restored.
When hair is born again, all the hair disappears and in the process of new growth, the metamorphosis stops due to lack of internal energy, so it stops at a single length. However, this will grow over time, so there is no need to worry.
“Brother. If we can do more treatments like this…”
“I can’t do it. This time, it was possible because of a coincidence.”
From Sikbong’s point of view, he seems to be envious of the fact that he was able to restore a person whose limbs were cut off and all five senses were almost paralyzed in this way. As I mentioned several times, I had to use thirty-six life-ending spells and my enormous inner power was exhausted. He had to help, and it was possible because Saengbong had not learned martial arts.
How many times in the future will all these conditions be met?
‘Anyway, Jeonryong… Just like I said, he seems to have held out well to prevent others from attacking. Couldn’t he have taken turns guarding it with Sikbong?’
I was grateful that he had been faithful to me, but as I was lamenting why I was so clueless, my white fingers, wriggling in my hand on the edge of the bed, were groping everywhere as if they were looking for something.
He was fumbling around as if he was anxious about something, so I put my hand up to him and his fingers that looked like they were just born, no, really, they had been completely lost but were sprouting and reborn, were placed on my hand.
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Only then did Saengbong comfortably relax his arms and relax peacefully, looking at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
‘Should I stay until he stabilizes…’
Still, the feeling of saving one person was not bad.
* *
“Ah…”
Saengbong was checking to see if he was used to the re-protruding tongue by making a sound several times.
Normally, the body undergoes a complete metamorphosis as the original body is restored, but in the case of Saengbong, it was not a complete metamorphosis through self-realization, but rather an incomplete complete metamorphosis with most of the body lost, so the original body and tongue length and other details are quite lost. It seemed different.
Just as I needed a period of time to adjust to my changed senses after going through a bone metamorphosis, losing some muscles and becoming thinner, Saengbong also needed time to adjust to his body.
However, within a few days, I was able to recognize sounds and keep my head straight, and after about four days, I had recovered to the point where I could sit down and turn my head toward the source of the sound with the help of a food stick.
‘The eyes… They bother me…’
Perhaps because vision is a sensitive part, it would be impossible to recover from that state, even if there was a complete transformation.
At least there is nothing wrong on the outside, and you may instinctively roll your eyes, but that is the end.
Since he became completely blind, unable to distinguish between light and dark, his life as a doctor was virtually over.
“Huh?”
He was still groping the bed, looking for my hand, so I thought he might be anxious about something, so I lent him his hand, and Saeng Bong put his index finger up and wrote something in my hand.
Her hands were unstable, but I saw her desperately trying to communicate to me, so I closed her eyes and used all of her senses to read the words she was writing.
“You don’t have to worry… Ha… Saengbong. Is it time for you to worry about others?”
When I scolded him for being so absurd, Saengbong was fiddling with my hand with an awkward smile on his face, and he seemed to be bothered by the long sword mark left on his right hand.
“There is no need to worry about the scars as they are already several years old.”
As a doctor, I may be concerned because there are wounds on people’s bodies, but they are already healed, so it doesn’t mean anything to me.
If you really want to give it meaning, is it to the extent that the palm lines are misaligned and the life line is cut off in the middle? But I don’t even know how to read my palm.
“Sir, Sikbong Sojeo has completed all preparations.”
“All I have to do is prepare some food…”
“Uhm… Don’t you know?”
‘For Sikbong, the cost of preparing food is enormous…’
As a result of talking with Jeonryong and Sikbong, Saengbong was not in a state to participate in the Yongbong branch, so it was decided that Jeonryong and the warriors from the shaman faction would remain to guard Saengbong in case of an unexpected situation.
“If you submit this name plate and letter, the Murim Alliance will acknowledge the circumstances.”
It was a letter written by the shaman investigation team and Jeonryong together regarding what happened in Yakgok, and I will conclude this matter by submitting the letter on behalf of Jeonryong and sending Sikbong to the Murim Alliance.
“In the end, it’s a substitute attendance. I’ll just pay the letter and run away. Don’t blame me for not attending the Murim League.”
“hahahaha… Well, there’s nothing I can do. I feel sorry for asking you to do all my work for me.”
“Then we should go quickly. Sikbong’s feet are slow, so we have to start now to reach the village before the sun sets…”
Sreuk…
As I stood up, Saengbong’s soft fingers were following me, clinging to my hand.
I laughed involuntarily because the child seemed to not want to let the adult go, but as I was laughing, Saengbong realized what a mistake he had made, so he quickly took his hand out and placed it on his lap.
“As a Yakgok person, you know how to stay healthy. Let’s meet in a healthier state next time. Saengbong.”
Hearing her tell him that she was going to kill him, Saengbong raised his own hand and tried to grab her, but it was difficult to do so with her unfamiliar touch, so I personally grabbed her fist. He caught her and took her arms.
‘She doesn’t bow down to receive me, but instead makes a bow to greet me…’
Still, I think I have to do this to make Saengbong feel at ease. Let’s help with this.
“Hey… Over there…!”
Before turning to Sik-bong, who was waiting outside her, Saeng-bong desperately opened her mouth and grabbed her ankle.
Although her tongue was not moving very well and she was stuttering, Saengbong was desperately opening her mouth, and she was listening without making a single sound of breath, including Nana Jeonryong who was present.
“Young master… His name…”
“Yeoncheongha. Yeoncheongha.”
“Yeongi… Young master…”
“It’s not a name worth remembering. If it’s meant to be… I’ll see you again.”
But since I was destined to have to engage in a fierce battle with her Black Moon Party from now on, it would probably be a safer and happier life for her not to face me.
Tuk.
She pats Jeonryong on the shoulder and asks him to take care of her work for the last time, and looks into Jeonryong’s eyes, full of determination.
‘This guy is such a passionate character… His eyes are so burdensome’
I left Jeonryong, who was attacking me from behind, and saw Sikbong, who was packing various snacks in his arms.
‘Although the Black Moon Party would kill the Master of the Yakgok without hesitation, I don’t know why they kept Saengbong alive and tried to subdue him to their side…’
It is not a question worth asking in the current state where she has not recovered properly, so we will have to ask later after Saengbong has recovered a little more and is stable.
He may know a fatal secret or weakness of the Black Moon Party that I don’t know about.
“Sikbong. Why do I have so much baggage? Take care of it appropriately. Anyway, from now on, I will stop by the village to eat every meal without having to sleep on the street.”
“hehehehe, it’s because the iron rule of openness is to eat when you can, bro.”
As he said that, Sikbong, who was removing food particles from his mouth, gently placed his arm on my back.
“Are you giving me a piggyback ride again this time?”
“Are you crazy? Think about it if someone among the five dragons and seven peaks dies.”
“Hmm… What if Sikbong, of the five dragons and seven peaks, felt like he was going to die from leg pain while walking on a mountain path?”
“Lose weight first.”
Anyway, perhaps it was a light joke that I didn’t expect much from, Sikbong grumbled, but he packed his luggage and followed closely behind.
Leaving Jeonryong and Saengbong behind in Yakgok, I took only Sikbong and embarked on the final journey to Murimmaeng.
Without even thinking about who would be waiting there.
* *
The old Cheonggang sword was flying in the sky.
If anyone saw the sword, they would be frightened and run away because it was said to be possessed by a ghost, and the same was true in Chugajang (楸伽場) located near Hanam.
The demon-possessed sword slaughtered the servants and maids who were running away, and the warriors who heard the screams rushed in and tried to strike the sword, but they could not withstand a single attack and had to become sacrifices to the demon-possessed sword.
“We… Are… Why…”
Changcheolmunchu (槍鐵雯楸), the gatekeeper of the Chujangjang, was crying over the bodies of his dead family members.
It was already too late for him.
He was crying bitterly, gushing out blood from his neck that had been cut by the blade of the sword. In his eyes, he was only blaming the sword that was shining pitifully and flying in the sky as if possessed by a ghost.
Chaeeng-!
Until the sword flew into the collapsed wall of the chieftain’s house and into the sheath of a woman standing proudly on top of it.
“Uh… Why… Us…”
“Yeoncheongha.”
“Yeon… Cheongha…?”
It was a name I had never heard of.
Did he ask for this kind of death? Or was the Chief Chu unluckily caught in the process of searching for that person?
The woman looked down at the iron door of her window with sunken eyes, as if she had no intention of answering her curiosity.
She thought it was ridiculous, but her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness.
“Black Moon.”
“Huh… Black Moon…?”
The story of Black Moon has recently been secretly spreading among the martial arts faction. The moment he heard that, Munju looked back at his disciples who had been cut to death by the possessed sword.
And among them, the second disciple, whom he had recently become trustworthy, was found to have black blood leaking from his neck.
“We… We are not…! We are… Not the Black Moon…”
“Instant death.”
Munju’s head falls off.
Just by the long-haired woman pointing with her hand, his throat had already been cut.
Instead of black blood, which is a trace of the Black Moon Blood Moon Mara Heart Attack, red and clear blood poured down on the corpses of the disciples.
With this, the additional chief was exterminated.
No matter how small the sect was, not a single woman even used a hand.
Because among them, there was someone who had a secret relationship with Black Moon.
The woman, who held her Cheonggang sword, which had returned to its own scabbard, as if she were treating her lover, muttered something in her low voice and left Chu Jang without a single living person.
“Yeon Sang-soo will definitely be alive. So…”
She repeated to herself while holding her Qinggang sword.
“Don’t give up, Seolhwa…”
There were only a few teardrops left where she left.
There were no more traces of people left.