The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 214

It was an extremely cruel order, but Mo Yong-jin nodded.

“I will.”

His life was no longer his own.

It belonged to the martial artists of the Hainan Sword Sect he had killed, and to the families who had lost their fathers and sons.

Byuk Hwa-ryeong stared at Mo Yong-jin silently, a fleeting moment of pity flashing across her eyes before disappearing. However, as if nothing had happened, Byuk Hwa-ryeong, having regained her usual composure, bowed politely to Dan Ak-seon.

“I’m sorry. Given the situation, we have no choice but to hurry on our way.”

“There’s nothing we can do since the patient refuses treatment.”

Dan Ak-seon felt uneasy, but there was no other way. The person’s will was that firm.

With that, Byuk Hwa-ryeong and the Hainan Sword Sect martial artists hastened their preparations to leave.

Beom Gye-wi, who heard about this belatedly, rushed over with a flustered expression.

“No, you’re leaving so suddenly? You said you’d give me time!”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong smiled bitterly.

“What can we do? It doesn’t seem like he has much time left. Whenever Gaga makes up his mind, come to the Hainan Sword Sect.”

Leaving those words behind, Byuk Hwa-ryeong left the Divine Doctor of Mount Hua with her group.

Beom Gye-wi blankly stared at Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s departing figure, feeling a strange emptiness in his heart.

Perhaps that was why.

—I like Beom Gaga himself.

Her words from last night kept replaying in his mind.

* * *

Having left the Divine Doctor of Mount Hua, Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s group hastened their journey.

Even though they had stopped the progression of the Inner Demon, Mo Yong-jin’s condition could suddenly worsen at any moment.

Fortunately, Dan Ak-seon had provided them with the Divine Doctor Pill.

On the third day, after barely overcoming several crises with the Divine Doctor Pill, Byuk Hwa-ryeong, having left Gansu Province, arrived at an unnamed mountain.

She wanted to continue traveling through the night if possible.

But she couldn’t.

Because raindrops began to fall from the sky.

With no place to avoid the rain, they spread oiled cloth over the carriage to create a makeshift tent.

Leaving Mo Yong-jin in the space where only one person could lie down, the other three waited outside the tent in the pouring rain, hoping for it to stop.

“You must be disappointed.”

One of the Hainan Sword Sect martial artists, bored with the monotony, cautiously struck up a conversation with Byuk Hwa-ryeong.

Everyone in the Hainan Sword Sect knew about Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s unwavering devotion to Beom Gye-wi.

Byuk Hwa-ryeong sighed softly.

What was there to say?

She wanted to return to Mount Hua immediately and hear Beom Gye-wi’s answer.

But on the other hand, she didn’t want to meet him.

She was afraid.

What if the answer wasn’t what she was hoping for?

To shake off her complicated feelings, she stared blankly at the pouring rain when she suddenly paused.

About thirty yards away.

Beyond the hazy veil created by the raindrops hitting the ground, she spotted a flickering figure.

At first, she thought it was a tree, but it wasn’t.

A pair of eyes that sent a chill down her spine just by looking at them was the proof.

Belatedly, Byuk Hwa-ryeong realized that the person was wearing black clothes and a black mask covering their face.

“Fortunately, our paths didn’t diverge.”

The moment Byuk Hwa-ryeong heard the voice, her heart sank.

Despite the considerable distance, the voice was clear as if it were right next to her.

That meant the person was a formidable expert.

At least on par with Ak Ho-gun.

‘No…….’

Judging by the energy she felt, they were an even greater expert.

Even now, that was the case.

Even in the relentless downpour, there wasn’t a single drop of water on the person’s clothes.

The falling raindrops slid off as if blocked by an invisible wall as soon as they reached the vicinity of the black-clad figure.

Realizing that it was due to naturally manifested protective energy, Byuk Hwa-ryeong unconsciously gasped.

“Take Mo Yong-jin and go first.”

At Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s words, the Hainan Sword Sect martial artists looked at each other.

“I won’t be able to hold them off for long. So, do whatever it takes to get as far away as possible.”

“We can’t do that. We’d rather…….”

“That’s an order.”

“Daerang!”

“Think about the families waiting for you at home.”

“……!”

“Don’t make me an incompetent leader who can’t even protect her subordinates’ lives.”

The Hainan Sword Sect martial artists stepped forward in front of Byuk Hwa-ryeong with determined eyes.

“What are you doing? Are my orders a joke?”

The two men simply grinned in response to Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s rebuke.

Byuk Hwa-ryeong bit her lip.

“These idiots…….”

“But not as much as Daerang, right?”

“We can’t let our Sect Leader become a virgin ghost.”

Before she knew it, the two men had drawn their swords.

They were not inexperienced in the martial world, as they had noticed the murderous intent mixed in with the energy the opponent was subtly releasing.

“Anyway, he’s alone. Unless he’s a monster with three heads and six arms, he’ll definitely get tired eventually.”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong looked at her subordinates with pity.

The logic of being outnumbered, where one hand cannot handle many, only applied to those of similar skill levels.

It didn’t apply to experts of a vastly superior realm like the black-clad figure before them.

There was no way these martial artists wouldn’t know that.

However, Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s heart warmed at the sight of her subordinates’ eyes, willing to die for her.

“Alright. Let’s give it a try.”

It was then that the black-clad figure suddenly spoke.

“Unfortunately, you won’t have the chance to cross hands with me.”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s eyes were filled with bewilderment.

No sooner had those words been spoken than figures began to emerge from the rain, entering her field of vision.

There were as many as ten of them.

Although they couldn’t compare to the black-clad figure who had spoken first, each and every one of them was a formidable expert.

Some of them possessed energy similar to or greater than her own.

Although they were all concealing their appearances with black clothes and masks, it wasn’t difficult to guess their purpose.

As expected.

“Begin.”

At the command of the man who had spoken first, the black-clad figures rushed towards Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s group.

“Form the Three Talents Formation!”

At Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s cry, the other two formed a 品 shape [a triangular formation] and confronted the black-clad figures.

It was only a temporary measure, but there was no other way for now.

Clang! Clang!

Cold metallic sounds and blue sparks repeatedly tore through the darkness.

“Kuh!”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong swallowed a groan at the continuous shocks traveling up her wrist.

Not only was her sword swaying as if it would break at any moment, but she couldn’t be sure how long she could last like this.

It was then that a strange sight entered Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s eyes.

Far away.

A chilling energy that had been flickering like a mirage in the air was gradually taking on a distinct form.

“No!”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong cried out urgently, trying to break away from the formation.

Because the trajectory of the black energy spear flying through the air was ominous.

But faster than that, the energy spear reached its target first.

Thud.

The energy spear, which had plunged down like lightning, shattered the carriage and pierced Mo Yong-jin’s chest.

“……!”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s face twisted in despair.

There was no need to see any more.

It was instant death.

“Daerang!”

The moment she turned her head at the cry of the subordinate guarding the right side.

Swoosh.

A burning pain swept past her shoulder area.

“Ugh!”

Filled with rage, Byuk Hwa-ryeong swung her sword wildly.

The torrent of sword energy unleashed through her sword engulfed the area like a raging wave.

Even the black-clad figures surrounding her couldn’t ignore this and retreated far away.

However, Byuk Hwa-ryeong was soon in danger again.

Because her vital energy had been momentarily interrupted due to the exhaustion of her immense internal energy.

As a result, the Three Talents Formation also faltered.

Seeing this, the black-clad figures once again rushed towards Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s group like a swarm of bees.

‘Is this the end…….’

Byuk Hwa-ryeong smiled bitterly at the overwhelming despair.

“I’m sorry.”

At those words, the Hainan Sword Sect martial artists grinned.

“You’re being so distant to the end.”

“What?”

While Byuk Hwa-ryeong was bewildered by the sudden use of informal speech, another Hainan Sword Sect martial artist smiled and said,

“Before being our superior, Daerang is also our older sister and family. We can’t let her die disgracefully at the hands of those bastards.”

“At least let’s take those guys with us.”

Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s eyes widened at the sight of the objects they took out from their pockets.

“These idiots?”

“We hid some just in case.”

What the two men were holding in their hands as they smiled meaningfully were none other than thunderclap bombs [primitive grenades].

Monstrous objects designed to explode upon impact by modifying the gunpowder used in cannons.

Pfft.

Byuk Hwa-ryeong let out a dry laugh and nodded.

Even at this moment, she could see the black-clad figures closing in.

‘Sorry, Beom Gaga.’

The face she missed more than anyone else at this moment.

As she thought of Beom Gye-wi, Byuk Hwa-ryeong felt even more sorrowful about the current situation, facing death.

She would no longer be able to see him or hear his voice.

‘If I had known this would happen, I would have forced him to answer.’

If she had, she wouldn’t have had any regrets like this.

But what good was all that now?

Byuk Hwa-ryeong ordered her subordinates.

“Wipe them out!”

But what came back was the sight of her subordinates staring blankly at something.

“What are you doing?”

As Byuk Hwa-ryeong scolded her subordinates, she turned her head following their gaze.

It was then that a huge figure falling like a shooting star came into view.

Kwaang!

“Kuaaak!”

A terrible scream erupted along with the explosion.

Beom Gye-wi, having crushed the black-clad figure beneath his feet with the force of his fall, swept his blazing eyes across the surroundings.

“Dare to touch my woman?”

At Beom Gye-wi’s unexpected appearance, Byuk Hwa-ryeong wondered for a moment if she was dreaming.

That’s how unreal Beom Gye-wi standing before her felt.

At that moment, Beom Gye-wi disappeared from her sight.

Kwaang!

The sight of a black-clad figure spitting blood and flying away entered Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s eyes as she turned her head towards the source of the explosion.

That was the beginning.

Like a ferocious tiger stirring in the midst of a pack of wolves, Beom Gye-wi began to beat the black-clad figures to death indiscriminately.

No one could block Beom Gye-wi’s fist.

Anyone who got in his way could not avoid death along with a final scream.

The martial artists of the Hainan Sword Sect, including Byuk Hwa-ryeong, couldn’t close their gaping mouths at his overwhelming divine power.

It was then that the energy spear flickering in the air and taking shape entered Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s eyes.

“Beom Gaga! Be careful!”

Kuaeaeaek.

Before those words could even finish, the black energy spear plunged down towards Beom Gye-wi with terrifying force.

A glint flashed across Beom Gye-wi’s eyes.

Thud.

Beom Gye-wi, having caught the falling energy spear simply by reaching out and grabbing it, turned his head and stared at the black-clad figure standing far away.

“So it’s you? The guy who tricked Cho Hyeong.”

The black-clad figure who had escaped Cho Ak-ryang’s grasp by taking the disciples of the Joint Faction hostage.

He had already heard about the martial arts that guy had used from Cho Ak-ryang at the time.

It was clear that he was the one who had been hindering them since Kunlun Mountain.

Hwaaak.

The crimson flames that surged from Beom Gye-wi’s hand engulfed the energy spear.

The eyes of the black-clad figure narrowed as he witnessed the energy spear losing its form and collapsing under Beom Gye-wi’s hand.

He was now the only masked person alive in the area.

Yet, he still hadn’t lost his composure.

“You’re smiling?”

Beom Gye-wi’s eyebrows twitched.

The black-clad figure opened his mouth towards him.

“An unexpected harvest.”

In an instant, the masked man’s figure disappeared from Byuk Hwa-ryeong’s sight. And by the time she realized it, he was already right next to Beom Gye-wi.

He had instantly erased the distance of over dozens of yards with a single leap.

While the martial artists of the Hainan Sword Sect were in shock at his incredible movement technique.

A confident voice pierced Beom Gye-wi’s ears.

“The head of Mangsan Choja [a bandit group]. I’ll still save face.”