The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 350

As sunlight streamed through the window, chasing away the room’s darkness, Byeok Hwa-ryeong slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze, emerging from deep meditation, held a profound, clear light.

After a light stretch to assess her condition, a satisfied smile graced Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s face.

Time within Sinma Valley flew by.

To prevent outside interference, she’d sealed the entrance with a powerful formation and dedicated a month to training.

She was surprised by her rapid martial arts improvement, faster than ever before.

Byeok Hwa-ryeong rose from her seated posture and stepped out of the wooden cabin.

Several similar cabins stood nearby.

A faint smile touched her lips as she looked toward them.

Beom Gye-wi, hanging upside down from the eaves, came into view.

Sensing her approach, Beom Gye-wi opened his eyes.

“Is it that late already?”

“Darling, why are you doing that again?”

“Just thinking.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong reached out and caressed his cheek.

“You look as wonderful as ever.”

Beom Gye-wi grinned.

Others might have disapproved, but she didn’t care.

They’d used separate rooms to focus on training, intensifying their affection.

“Then I’ll have to show you an even more impressive side of myself.”

*Thud.*

Beom Gye-wi landed, took her hand, and led her to the training ground.

“Shall we begin our routine?”

“As you wish.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong nodded, facing him.

*Swish.*

The sword appeared in her hand, pointing at Beom Gye-wi.

He sensed the distinct change in the sword’s energy and nodded, satisfied.

“Not bad.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong now exuded the aura of a master.

“I’ll concede the first move.”

At his words, she smiled radiantly.

“You’re so kind, darling.”

Her voice and eyes were filled with affection, but her sword was not.

A fleeting afterimage flashed, and the space before them seemed to split open.

The crack pulsed with a blue sword shadow.

Beom Gye-wi stepped forward, unleashing a flurry of punches.

*Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!*

The roar shook the air, distorting the surrounding scenery.

This was caused by the monstrous power contained within his fist wind rapidly displacing the air.

*Flutter.*

Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s hair and clothes whipped around as if caught in a typhoon.

She cut through the heat and pressure, stepping boldly forward.

The Hyeopbong Sword [likely a specific sword style or name] in her hand moved strangely.

“Oh!”

Beom Gye-wi exclaimed involuntarily.

The sword moved nimbly, defying the intense pressure.

Its trajectory subtly targeted gaps, making it inherently threatening.

Her timely responses and counterattacks infused a mysterious principle into the sword’s tip, surprising him.

A series of explosive impacts and lightning-like flashes instantly engulfed them.

Their daily sparring had begun.

Soon, others began to arrive.

Cho Ak-ryang, intently watching Byeok Hwa-ryeong, nodded slowly.

“Hmm. Her sword energy now fully embodies her will.”

She had reached the realm of Simui Woon’gi (心意運氣) [where true energy arises naturally according to one’s will], a divine feat achieved by few martial arts aspirants.

Then, Cho Ak-ryang frowned.

He shot forward.

Instantly between them, Cho Ak-ryang swung his hand like lightning.

*Ta-ta-ta-tang!*

A sharp sound erupted alongside the chaotic Soo-yeong [likely a specific hand technique] that embroidered the air.

*Crack.*

The finely torn sword energy and internal force scraped the surroundings.

“Stop! That’s enough!”

Beom Gye-wi frowned at Cho Ak-ryang’s firm cry.

He’d suddenly intruded, cutting off their heated exchange.

“Why are you interfering?”

“Interfering?”

Cho Ak-ryang smiled coldly, pointing at Byeok Hwa-ryeong.

“What, are you planning to trade your wife in for a newer model?”

Beom Gye-wi’s face paled as he belatedly noticed Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s waxen complexion.

“My woman! Are you okay?”

Cho Ak-ryang felt frustrated by Beom Gye-wi’s henpecked demeanor, his fierce momentum gone.

Then, Sa-moosim approached Cho Ak-ryang, who was frowning and stroking his throbbing wrist.

“May I request a match?”

He asked politely, but his eyes burned with competitive desire.

Cho Ak-ryang chuckled and nodded.

“Come in.”

“Then I won’t refuse…”

*Swoosh.*

Sa-moosim vanished, the transcendent Shin-beop [likely a movement technique] erasing the distance instantly.

Neng So-mil, watching from afar, was startled.

But Sa-moosim was already exchanging blows with Cho Ak-ryang in a chaotic flurry.

Meanwhile, Byeok Hwa-ryeong, having regained her composure, requested a sparring match with Han Seol-hwa.

“Sister, please.”

Han Seol-hwa, assessing Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s condition, nodded silently.

The group continued to spar, changing opponents as usual.

Neng So-mil shook her head.

She felt this way several times a day: people obsessed with martial arts could be terrifying.

A chilling voice pierced her ears.

“Why aren’t you playing?”

“Yes?”

Neng So-mil’s face paled as she turned her head, meeting Beom Gye-wi’s gaze.

He was licking his lips like a predator eyeing prey.

“Come here.”

Neng So-mil involuntarily stepped back.

“I’m fine, though?”

“Yeah, you look fine to me.”

“No, that’s not what I mean…”

“No need to refuse.”

“Of course, I don’t have the right to refuse, do I?”

“If you feel wronged, get stronger.”

In the end, Neng So-mil began sparring with Beom Gye-wi, tearfully.

How much time passed like that?

“Everyone, eat!”

The free sparring session, lasting half an hour, ended with Dan Ak-seon’s cry.

Neng So-mil, half-dead, Sa-moosim, exhausted, and Byeok Hwa-ryeong, who’d once again realized the Sinma Three Venerables’ high skill level, sat down with tired expressions.

They all sighed.

All sorts of medicinal herbs were piled before them.

Despite their lack of appetite, they had to chew and swallow the bitter herbs.

Cho Ak-ryang, Han Seol-hwa, and Beom Gye-wi naturally picked up the herbs and ate them.

Joo Jang-myeong, interested in medicine, also started eating silently.

Dan Ak-seon smiled bitterly, watching the three people’s herbs barely diminish.

“If it’s too hard to eat, shall I cook for you?”

Cho Ak-ryang and Beom Gye-wi shook their hands seriously.

“No. There’s no need.”

“We like this, Doctor Dan!”

The memories of the prairie reminded them of Dan Ak-seon’s cooking.

Beom Gye-wi took Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s hand, giving her a pitiful look.

“Trust me, my woman. This is the best.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong sighed deeply, picking up an herb.

Sa-moosim and Neng So-mil had no choice but to continue eating.

“By the way, sister.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong, remembering something, asked Han Seol-hwa.

“During our sparring, about the Nahwa Payoung (落花波影) [likely a specific sword stance] stance that deflected my sword, I think I would have kept the distance if I had responded with a method that applied Hweipung Muryu (回風無流) [likely a specific technique] at that time, what do you think?”

Han Seol-hwa nodded.

“Originally, according to the principle of suppressing slowness with speed and speed with illusion, it’s a textbook response. However, illusion that has reached its extreme is also connected to the mysteries of Amhyang Boodong (暗香浮動) [likely a martial arts concept], so focus on cutting off the opponent’s flow and taking the initiative rather than blocking the immediate attack.”

“Then I should pay attention to the change in breathing.”

“That’s right. It’s almost impossible to deal with someone more skilled than you with orthodox methods. A thrust-oriented stance that simply relies on speed is difficult to load momentum, and conversely, a method of inducing the opponent’s mistakes and receiving them is far from dominating the flow itself.”

“Then how should I read the subtle changes in the flow?”

Cho Ak-ryang answered.

“Actually, there is no other way. It is a kind of extrasensory perception that is revealed at some point through accumulated experience.”

It was like the saying: if you practice Kwon-beop [likely a martial art] a hundred times (拳練百遍), Shin-beop [likely a martial art] will naturally appear (身法自現), and if you practice Kwon-beop a thousand times (拳練千遍), you will naturally realize the principle (其理自見).

“The teaching that seeing a hundred times is not as good as practicing once (百看不如一練), and that practicing a hundred things is not as good as one exclusivity (百練不如一專) did not come out for nothing. If you keep throwing yourself and bumping into it, that feeling will settle in you at some point.”

Beom Gye-wi suggested a different solution.

“There is also a way to frustrate the initiative itself with an attack that is beyond the opponent’s expectations.”

Beom Gye-wi, who had reviewed the sparring between Byeok Hwa-ryeong and Han Seol-hwa, chewed on the herbs and shook his hand.

“For example, if you confuse the opponent with the Ilpung Byeokpa (一風劈波) [likely a specific stance] stance you used earlier and then abruptly turn to Changlang Dodo (昌浪滔滔) [likely a specific stance], the opponent who came in targeting the gap will have nowhere to go.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s eyes widened.

Cho Ak-ryang frowned.

“That’s only possible because it’s you!”

“Wait a minute.”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong felt a strange realization tickling her head.

“But if you want to link stances in that way, won’t the existing Sim-beop [likely a martial art] conflict?”

At her question, Beom Gye-wi answered nonchalantly.

“Do I need to unfold it with a sword? I think it would be okay to kick it with force as it rotates, or use Jang-beop [likely a martial art] with the other hand that is not holding the sword?”

When she didn’t seem to grasp it, Beom Gye-wi jumped up and demonstrated.

“Like this.”

*Bang!*

Beom Gye-wi’s kick, linking the stances so naturally, created a thunderous roar and a fierce gale.

“After all, there are two hands and two feet, what are you going to do with them?”

Dan Ak-seon exclaimed.

“Wow! Amazing! Then the distinction between real stances and Heocho [likely a martial art concept] will become meaningless.”

“As expected, Doctor Dan! You understand quickly!”

Cho Ak-ryang snorted at Beom Gye-wi’s triumphant appearance.

Cho Ak-ryang, blocking Beom Gye-wi’s path, offered another interpretation based on the method of operation.

“But if you push your shoulder in like this and preempt the position before the stance is linked, you will be tied up in reverse. Rather, by taking advantage of the mysteries of Hubal Seonje…”

Han Seol-hwa intervened.

“That’s only on the premise of a master who is free to spread and collect internal energy. If you can’t properly deflect the shock, the reversed true energy will become a double-edged sword and shake the inside.”

“What are you talking about? In that case…”

“No, you two are overlooking the fundamental problem. In this case…”

“What I’m saying…”

“No, rather than that, what I’m saying…”

Byeok Hwa-ryeong’s mind became dazed as the atmosphere overheated.

Everything seemed right when she listened.

However, the masters refuted each other, adding only confusion.

Then.

“How about using Jeonsagyeong [likely a martial art concept]?”

Everyone’s eyes focused on Dan Ak-seon.