The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 139

Cho Ak-ryang wore a bitter smile.

He knew what they were misunderstanding.

‘Well…’

Even he thought the situation was too coincidental.

But he couldn’t afford to antagonize them now.

“I think there’s a big misunderstanding.”

At Cho Ak-ryang’s words, Gwangdoja drew his sword. He had just seen his beloved disciple’s corpse; patience was not an option.

“Shut up! If you don’t kneel this instant, don’t blame my sword for being merciless!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Kunlun disciples lined up behind him drew their swords in unison.

The blue light emanating from twenty swords shattered coldly on the snow.

Gwangdoja’s impolite tone made Cho Ak-ryang’s eyebrows twitch.

However, he tried to be patient because of Dan Ak-seon and spoke again.

“We didn’t kill these people.”

“If you obediently come with our sect, we will give you a chance to explain yourselves!”

Seeing this, Beom Gye-wi smirked.

“What do these guys think we are?”

Beom Gye-wi, already brimming with murderous intent, curled his lips into a sinister smile.

“Try dragging us away.”

Beom Gye-wi, ready to strike at any moment, glared at Gwangdoja.

“If you can.”

The Kunlun disciples faltered, facing the energy emanating from Beom Gye-wi.

For a moment, they felt the blood in their bodies turn cold.

It was then.

“Wait a minute!”

Everyone’s attention focused on Dan Ak-seon’s urgent cry.

Dan Ak-seon hurriedly approached one of the corpses.

A young Taoist who appeared to be just over twenty.

When he put his hand on the man’s neck, he could feel a faint pulse.

He was barely breathing.

Without hesitation, Dan Ak-seon took out a needle from his pouch.

“What are you doing!”

The Kunlun disciples were shocked to see Dan Ak-seon sticking needles into the corpse.

But Dan Ak-seon didn’t even blink and continued the necessary treatment.

Misunderstanding this, the Kunlun disciples rushed forward.

But they couldn’t reach Dan Ak-seon.

Cho Ak-ryang, Beom Gye-wi, and Han Seol-hwa blocked them.

“Step back!”

Gwangdoja’s face contorted at Cho Ak-ryang’s shout.

“They are truly beasts in human skin! To use a dead man as a hostage again!”

Cho Ak-ryang’s patience had reached its limit.

“Say one more word out of that mouth.”

Fierce light flickered in Cho Ak-ryang’s eyes.

“I will erase the name of Kunlun from the Jianghu [the martial arts world].”

It was then that Han Seol-hwa, who had been silently standing, moved.

A light stroke of her hand in the air.

But the result was anything but light.

Crack.

A huge fissure appeared between the Kunlun disciples and Dan Ak-seon’s group.

The dark, gaping fissure made it impossible to guess its depth.

Han Seol-hwa glared at the flinching Kunlun disciples and spoke.

“Now is Doctor Dan’s time.”

A chill more bitter than the cold of Kunlun Mountain began to flow from her.

An emotion of undisguised shock settled on the faces of Gwangdoja and the Kunlun disciples.

“Could it be…?”

Gwangdoja finally guessed the identities of the three and groaned.

But they were Kunlun disciples.

They would rather die than yield to injustice.

No matter who the opponent was.

They never cowered in the face of threats.

The demons they had chased beyond the Giryeon Mountains.

They were the ones who faced those who might pour out at any moment from the closest place.

If they cherished their lives, they wouldn’t have put their names on Kunlun’s register in the first place.

As the Kunlun disciples raised their momentum, it was Cho Ak-ryang who was rather embarrassed.

‘Are these guys crazy?’

He thought they would have sized up the situation and backed down, but instead, they were showing fighting spirit and were ready to fight.

The sight of them being so reckless felt like looking at dozens of Beom Gye-wis.

‘How awful.’

Cho Ak-ryang inwardly shuddered and glared at the front.

The situation was already spiraling out of control.

Neither Beom Gye-wi nor Han Seol-hwa were the type to take back their words.

Besides, he had already said his piece, so he couldn’t take it back now.

It was a touch-and-go situation.

But the confrontation didn’t last long.

“Uncle Beom! Please start a fire! I need hot water!”

“Huh? Okay!”

Beom Gye-wi nodded hastily and moved quickly.

“Auntie!”

Han Seol-hwa nodded at Dan Ak-seon’s subsequent shout.

As she drew up her energy, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

Small water droplets began to condense in the air, quickly freezing and swelling into large ice blocks.

Beom Gye-wi rummaged through his luggage and brought out a large pot.

He had packed the necessary tools early on because he had been camping frequently since entering Qinghai.

Holding the pot with both hands, Beom Gye-wi drew up his energy.

The pot turned red-hot in an instant, and Han Seol-hwa’s ice was put inside.

Cho Ak-ryang was still guarding his position, preparing for any possible situation.

On the other hand, the Kunlun disciples had a blank expression for a moment.

They didn’t expect those who had been spewing murderous intent as if they were going to kill them to suddenly back down like this.

Dan Ak-seon shouted at them.

“Please prepare a clean cloth!”

Dan Ak-seon snapped at their hesitant appearance.

“Hurry! Do you want to kill this person?”

“……!”

Only then did the Kunlun disciples realize the situation.

‘A divine doctor!’

If there were three monsters in front of them, that child must be the son of a divine doctor.

“Bring the cloth!”

At Gwangdoja’s shout, the Kunlun disciples who had come to their senses hurriedly ran somewhere.

Soon, they returned with pure white cotton cloth in their hands.

Meanwhile, the water in the pot held by Beom Gye-wi began to boil.

Han Seol-hwa used her internal energy to cool the hot water appropriately, and Beom Gye-wi repeatedly reheated it when the temperature dropped too much.

Dan Ak-seon, who received the cotton cloth, worked tirelessly to save the patient in front of him.

After two hours of struggle, Dan Ak-seon let out a sigh of relief.

He had barely made it through the crisis.

He had stopped the bleeding, and the organs that had shifted had returned to their proper positions.

All that remained was for the patient to regain consciousness.

Dan Ak-seon looked up at Beom Gye-wi and Han Seol-hwa.

“Please.”

Beom Gye-wi, reading Dan Ak-seon’s eyes, looked at Han Seol-hwa with displeasure.

Han Seol-hwa also didn’t want to do it.

However, at Dan Ak-seon’s earnest eyes, she reluctantly held out her hand.

Beom Gye-wi also held out his hand and touched palms with Han Seol-hwa.

And soon, they began to operate the Wihwa Divine Art [a healing technique].

As an auspicious energy never seen before enveloped the surroundings, the Kunlun Taoists who watched it involuntarily exclaimed.

If you head far north, there is a frozen land where the sun does not set even at night, and would the aurora that can only be seen there be like this?

Even in the midst of all this, Dan Ak-seon moved tirelessly.

He was exhausted from the long treatment, but he used the Wihwa Divine Art to massage the patient’s hands and feet without rest.

How much time had passed?

“Umm…”

The young Taoist who had lost consciousness began to groan.

And after a while, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

Gwangdoja, who thought he was dead, unknowingly stepped forward as he regained consciousness.

However, he was soon blocked by Cho Ak-ryang, who was standing guard with an ironclad attitude.

“It’s okay. The crisis is over.”

At Dan Ak-seon’s words, Cho Ak-ryang nodded and stepped aside to clear the way.

Gwangdoja’s eyes wavered at the sight.

‘That boy is the divine doctor…?’

It was as rumored.

But it was hard to believe until he saw it with his own eyes.

That’s how great the Blood Demon Lord’s reputation was in the Murim [martial arts world].

The reputations of the other two were not far behind.

He was newly amazed by the existence of Dan Ak-seon, who controlled those three people with a few words.

But that was only for a moment.

Gwangdoja approached the young Taoist.

“…Master.”

Gwangdoja nodded at the young Taoist who recognized him.

“Yes. It’s your master.”

“What about my senior and junior brothers…?”

Instead of answering, Gwangdoja bit his lip.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to hold back the wails that were bursting out from the depths of his heart.

The blood that flowed down from his torn lip dripped down his chin.

Still, Gwangdoja didn’t care.

Rather, his only surviving disciple, Neung-un’s pale face, pierced his heart much more painfully.

“You don’t have to worry about the others.”

As a Taoist, he couldn’t lie.

However, Gwangdoja glossed over it with appropriate words, fearing that his disciple might be agitated.

Perhaps it worked, Neung-un smiled faintly.

“Ah… I’m so glad… Cough.”

Gwangdoja hurriedly stroked Neung-un’s back.

Neung-un, whose breathing had stabilized to some extent, asked in a trembling voice.

“What happened to those men in black?”

“Men in black?”

At his master’s question, Neung-un began to explain what they had experienced.

But even this seemed too much for him, and he opened his mouth very slowly and intermittently.

Through his difficult explanation, Gwangdoja was finally able to grasp the whole situation.

There were three villains.

And they were wearing masks, so he couldn’t see their faces.

One of them had all white hair, and one was a small man like a dwarf.

Only then did Gwangdoja realize that he had been making a ridiculous misunderstanding.

That’s because the villains’ descriptions were far from Dan Ak-seon’s group.

At this time, Neung-un seemed to have run out of energy and slowly closed his eyes.

Gwangdoja was startled.

“No, you can’t! Open your eyes! Neung-un!”

Gwangdoja shook the cold air with a mournful voice.

But once he closed his eyes, Neung-un didn’t move.

Gwangdoja knelt down towards Dan Ak-seon.

“Please! Please save this guy… Please save this guy! I will follow your orders for the rest of my life, and if you ask for my life, I will gladly give it to you. So please, just this guy…”

Eventually, Gwangdoja began to shed thick tears.

He couldn’t send away the only one left among his disciples like this.

At his desperate heart, Dan Ak-seon sighed softly.

Gwangdoja’s heart sank as Dan Ak-seon quietly shook his head.

However, his eyes widened at Dan Ak-seon’s subsequent words.

“He just fainted.”

“Then…?”

“I told you the crisis was over.”

Dan Ak-seon said, looking at the other corpses with painful eyes.

“It’s too late to save those people, though.”

“Ah!”

Gwangdoja’s face brightened.

Beom Gye-wi grumbled quietly at the sight.

“Why is he like that? Is he crazy?”

“Tsk!”

Cho Ak-ryang clicked his tongue and gave Beom Gye-wi a look.

He thought about how the master must feel after losing his disciples in a sudden accident.

“No, that’s not it. When he was about to kill them, he was jumping up and down, and now he’s crying and laughing… I mean, is that something a sane person would do?”

Cho Ak-ryang was just dumbfounded that Beom Gye-wi, of all people, was saying that.

However, Gwangdoja bowed his head towards such Beom Gye-wi.

“I’m sorry. I will repay the sin of misunderstanding your grace for the rest of my life. So please, forgive me.”

Beom Gye-wi became rather embarrassed at his extremely polite apology.

He felt like he would just become a bad guy if he kept pushing him, who looked like he was about to cry again.

Feeling awkward, Beom Gye-wi coughed and looked around.

But there were suitable guys in front of him.

Beom Gye-wi started venting his anger in the wrong place.

“Hey, you. Come here.”

One of the Kunlun disciples pointed out by Beom Gye-wi paused.

“Th, that’s… Because the whole situation wasn’t clear…”

Neung-heo, the third disciple of Kunlun, trailed off with a troubled face.

However, Beom Gye-wi had no intention of letting him go easily.

“No? It was completely the eyes of someone who was looking at a murderer of the same sect?”

Beom Gye-wi revealed a fierce look towards him, who was flinching.

“Kwak! Should we just fight? You know? If it wasn’t for our Doctor Dan, that guy would have died too.”

The Kunlun disciples, including Neung-heo, became mute.

They had nothing to say even if they had mouths.

“…I’m sorry.”

“What? I can’t hear you well?”

The Kunlun disciples, led by Neung-heo, bowed their heads in unison.

“We made a mistake. Please forgive us.”

Cho Ak-ryang, who was watching the scene from afar, was inwardly impressed.

He wondered if they were the same devilish people who had tried to rush in, disregarding their lives, just a moment ago, with their simple and sincere attitude.

Their personalities were all simple and fiery, but unexpectedly, they didn’t hold grudges.

‘Is it like this mountain?’

Cho Ak-ryang raised his head and looked at the towering high peak.

The white clouds swirling around the mountainside shattered into silver, Okheo Peak.

That sight overlapped with them.