The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 464

Divine Doctor of Primordial Demonic Arts (464)

“……!”

Dan Akseon couldn’t hide his surprise.

He never imagined he would hear that name again here.

Tak Yo-sin, a legendary eccentric of the Jianghu [the martial arts world], known as the Incomprehensible.

A peerless genius whose talents were said to reach the heavens, encompassing poetry, calligraphy, music, painting, architecture, and even divination.

And today, Dan Akseon realized that he was connected to him by fate, transcending the ages.

Beom Gyewi felt the same.

“Are you talking about that crazy bastard who set up a terrible trap in the Hamgok Pass?”

It was not a welcome name for Beom Gyewi, as Byeok Hwaryeong almost died there.

Dan Akseon nodded.

“He was also the one who created the Huncheonmiri Formation in the Sinma Valley and the Absolute Formation in the Divine Land.”

Dan Akseon was finally able to piece together the hidden story through various circumstances crossing his mind.

The reason Cheon-ui ventured into Jianghu was the obituary of her cousin.

That person was undoubtedly Dalai Lama, who had entered nirvana by Jong Geukjin.

Dalai Lama had mentioned his lineage directly during a visit to the Potala Palace long ago.

At the time, he explained his connection to his parents and said this:

He was born in a clan village using the Tak surname, where the descendants of Tak Yo-sin lived.

That was why he, who led the Lama monks, was fluent in Chinese.

When Banseon Lama arrived in the village following a prophecy to enthrone him as the Dalai Lama, he was in critical condition.

As a descendant of Tak Yo-sin, who was revered as a genius in all fields, his descendants were also versatile in many ways.

Medicine was no exception.

The medicine passed down in the Tak family was confident that it was comparable to any other medical institution.

However, there was no way to cure his illness, as he was born with memories of his past life.

Originally, people from Seobeon were particularly vulnerable to smallpox.

Fortunately, he was able to save his life by meeting his parents, who happened to be passing by.

At the time, his mother, Ma-ui, was pregnant with him and the couple was looking for a safe place as her due date was near.

And the villagers repaid their gratitude by giving them Sinma Valley, where Tak Yo-sin’s masterpiece, the Huncheonmiri Formation, was installed.

Also, Banseon Lama, who was able to safely escort the next Dalai Lama to the Potala Palace, thanked Dan Akseon by bestowing Beolmo Sesu.

And now, he was once again involved with the descendants of Tak Yo-sin.

Still, questions remained.

“But why is the Gugeol [essential techniques] of the Northern Profound Art passed down in their family?”

“I once heard Cheon-ui talk about the Northern Profound Art.”

Wang Gyeol explained how Cheon-ui learned the Gugeol of the Northern Profound Art.

“The Demonic Cult, which founded the Ming Dynasty with Emperor Taejo, was in a precarious situation for a while, unable to maintain its lineage due to his betrayal.”

They were slowly withering away, caught between the remnants of the Northern Yuan who dreamed of restoring the Central Plains to the north, and the Murim and the Ming Dynasty’s regular army in the Central Plains to the south, who were constantly trying to suppress them.

The person who took pity on them and extended a helping hand was Tak Yo-sin.

He set up a formation to protect them from external invasions, and thanks to him, they were barely able to continue their tenacious lineage.

He also built Sinji to secure their future.

“In the process, Tak Yo-sin recovered the Northern Profound Art from the Cheonma [Demonic Horse]. He judged that it was a martial art that should not exist in the human world.”

So, his descendants had been sealing it for a long time.

But now it was being revived in the hands of Tak Yo-sin’s descendant.

It was truly a contradictory and paradoxical situation.

“So, Sa Jong-ak is holding Cheon-ui captive.”

As long as Cheon-ui knew the Gugeol of the Northern Profound Art, she could create another powerhouse who had mastered the Northern Profound Art at any time if she wanted to.

Sa Jong-ak, who had gained the power to dominate the world, would not be pleased.

It was then that Beom Gyewi, who had been listening to the conversation silently, suddenly interjected.

“But why doesn’t that bastard kill Cheon-ui?”

If Cheon-ui disappeared, he wouldn’t have to worry about the emergence of another Northern Profound Art practitioner.

Dan Akseon was also curious about that point.

“His obsession with Cheon-ui is beyond words.”

Dan Akseon nodded at Wang Yeom’s words.

The painful memories of his past.

If he was projecting his dead younger sister onto Cheon-ui, then his obsession was somewhat understandable.

“Besides, she is the only doctor who can treat the side effects that occasionally occur to him.”

Dan Akseon’s eyes lit up at Wang Gyeol’s words.

“Side effects?”

“He learned the Northern Profound Art after he was over thirty. I know that he absorbed more demonic energy than he could handle and went through several serious crises.”

“Hmm…….”

“At one time, we were truly grateful to him. Cheon-ui was the one who opened the way for us to live, but he was the one who actually saved us with his own hands. But recently, he has become a being like greed itself.”
A monster symbolizing greed that eats everything in the world, and eventually eats itself when there is nothing left to eat, leaving only nothingness in the world.

“Of the two hundred or so of us who were initially there, only about half, a hundred or so, remain. Even that number is constantly decreasing.”

Dan Akseon looked surprised at the words of the Sammol Twins.

“Could it be?”

Wang Yeom sighed and nodded.

“It’s only a suspicion, but it seems to be Sa Jong-ak’s doing.”

Sa Jong-ak claimed that they had left without permission, but no one believed him.

The more people disappeared, the stronger Sa Jong-ak became.

However, there was no way to confirm this.

Circumstantially, it was clear that Sa Jong-ak had harmed them and plundered their inner energy, but there were no clear countermeasures at the moment.

“So, recently, Cheon-ui has been poisoning those who follow her. To prevent Sa Jong-ak from rashly absorbing their inner energy. In fact, the number of missing people has noticeably decreased recently.”

“That means, the more time he is given, the stronger he can become than he is now.”

“In fact, he has become surprisingly stronger than he was three years ago when he fought the head of the Hwasan Sect. That’s why he boasts that none of the Five Greats of the World can be his opponent.”

Dan Akseon’s eyes grew heavy as he recalled the death of Jin Myeongjin.

‘So, maybe that’s why they were in such a hurry.’

The martial arts of the Hwasan Sect, based on the Jeongjong mental cultivation method of the Taoist lineage, could quickly identify the demonic energy with opposing properties.

The formidable demonic energy possessed by Sa Jong-ak.

The Hwasan Sect, realizing that it was due to the Northern Profound Art, likely tried to eliminate him quickly before he became stronger.

Dan Akseon nodded.

“I see.”

Thus, he could understand the reason why Sa Jong-ak and Cheon-ui were at odds with each other.

In addition, he could understand why she tried to contact the Jegal Clan.

Dan Akseon asked.

“Did Cheon-ui devise this formation herself?”

“Yes. Still, as a doctor and a benefactor, she said she couldn’t kill people with her own hands. But if things continued this way, it would be a great evil in the Murim, so she came up with this means.”

Dan Akseon smiled bitterly.

Come to think of it, he had been like that once too.

He wanted to live his life as a doctor who saved people, but the world, and this Murim, would not let him.

Soon, Dan Akseon made up his mind and looked at the Sammol Twins.

“I have a close relationship with the head of the Jegal Clan, so I will visit them directly.”

The Sammol Twins were delighted at those words.

“If Doctor Dan and the Jegal Clan take the lead in this matter, we will actively cooperate from within.”

Ten years ago.

After the final battle with the Demonic Cult, the Jegal Clan’s status became as solid as any prestigious clan.

The head of the clan at the time threw everything he had into eliminating the Demonic Cult.

Jegal-san’s integrity and sacrifice left a deep impression on the righteous warriors of Jianghu.

If they, who were respected by many Jianghu people, were at the center, it would not be difficult to gather experts.

“Then let’s hurry.”

It would still take some time before the elite of the Hainam Sword Sect completed all preparations and were dispatched here.

But now that he knew all the circumstances, there was no time to hesitate.

“Soon, the Beggar Clan’s disciples will come here. At that time, please tell them all the information you know about the Janggang Waterway Alliance. Location, troops, terrain, and climate.”

“We will.”

Dan Akseon added one request to the Sammol Twins, who were nodding.

“And please find a way to contact Cheon-ui again.”

This time, the Sammol Twins answered in unison.

“We will do our best.”

* * *

Hubei, Hanjung.

Rongzhong in Jingzhou, where Zhuge Liang lived in the past, is now Hubei Province.

Therefore, the Wuhou Temple, where he is buried, is also located here.

Also, the Jegal Clan, who had established their base here early on, was very proud of the fact that they were descendants of Zhuge Liang.

Along with the Kong family, the descendants of Confucius, it was the family with the longest history.

The reason why the public praised them as Divine Zhuge was because they had exerted a great influence on the Murim for such a long time.

Inside the small and simple thatched house located in the inner garden behind the Gongmyeong Hall, the head of the family’s office, one person entered.

“Father, I am here to greet you.”

Thump.

Not long after those words were spoken, the door of the thatched house opened and a half-white, elderly man appeared.

“I’ve told you, you don’t have to come every day like this.”
A man who seemed to have the elderly man’s eyes, nose, and facial contours smiled and replied.

“Confucius said that when parents are alive, showing respect and serving them with all your heart is the true duty of filial piety, didn’t he?”

“He also said that parents only worry about their children getting sick. So, wouldn’t it be true filial piety to understand the hearts of such parents and not let them worry?”

Then, the elderly man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“Well, when have you ever obeyed my words?”

“Haha. That’s right. I will continue my own filial piety, so please don’t interfere anymore.”

The former head of the Jegal Clan, Jegal Gyeong, slightly raised a smile at his youngest son’s jest.

He usually joked and seemed frivolous like this, but in reality, he was the one who best suited the conservative family tradition of thinking three times before acting, because he thought about everything three times before acting.

That was why he could leave the family’s affairs to him and devote himself to his own hobbies after handing over the position of head of the family.

That was how trustworthy Jegal-san was.

As he was born with the talent of Heavenly Calculation, the Jegal Clan was actually enjoying an unprecedented revival after he was appointed as the new head of the family.

“Is your brother still locked up in his room, secluded from the world these days?”

Jegal-san smiled bitterly at Jegal Gyeong’s question.

“You know what hyung [older brother] is like. His tenacity in immersing himself in research to the point of neglecting food and sleep until he sees the end is enough to make me cringe.”

“Such a disposition is the talent that is most needed for a scholar.”

Even though he lost to his youngest brother in the competition to become the next head of the family, the eldest son, Jegal-jin, still found a way to dedicate himself to the Jegal Clan in his own way.

There was a time when he was clearly shaken, but now he had accepted reality.

He always showed respect to his younger brother, who was the head of the family, even in private, and silently did his job with unwavering brotherly love.

Jegal Gyeong was very pleased with such two sons.

Then, suddenly remembering something, Jegal Gyeong sighed softly.