The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 420

“Hoo….”

Zegal Kyung, lost in the moment and explaining without pause, sighed as if reaching his limit.

He snapped back to reality, realizing three hours had passed.

Zegal Kyung, who had meticulously explained the structure and operational principles of various formations, was astonished by Dan Akseon’s remarkable talent for quickly understanding and grasping the concepts.

Of course, the process demanded considerable concentration and mental energy, leaving him weary and drained.

However, it paled in comparison to the surprise and joy he felt.

He couldn’t deny that his vast collection of data and hard-earned wisdom felt worthwhile.

Yet, the reward was even greater.

Formations weren’t a subject that could be taught to just anyone; true transmission required mutual talent and a shared destiny.

More importantly, if he could repay even a fraction of his debt to the Jianghu Murim [the martial arts world] in this way, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Dan Akseon closed his eyes briefly.

He was organizing the formation theories he had learned from Zegal Kyung.

Then, he opened his eyes and turned to Zegal Kyung.

“Perhaps….”

Zegal Kyung waited with interest for Dan Akseon to continue.

“Do you know about formations of this type?”

Dan Akseon picked up a brush and began sketching a rough outline of a specific formation.

“This is…?”

Zegal Kyung’s eyes, fixed on Dan Akseon’s drawing, widened.

Despite its rough nature, he sensed the profound mystery within.

“Could this be the Omnipotent Fortress, Tak Yosin’s [a legendary figure known for his mastery of various arts]? ”

A peerless genius said to have reached the heavens in poetry, calligraphy, music, painting, architecture, and divination.

Among his works, the Illusionary Formation, called the Chaotic Mysterious Dark Formation, was known as his final masterpiece.

“I see it’s similar.”

Dan Akseon had suspected that the formation he encountered in Shinji [a sacred or restricted area] might have been influenced by Tak Yosin.

“It was a formation set up in Shinji.”

Dan Akseon began to detail his direct experiences within it.

“Hmm….”

For the first time, Zegal Kyung looked troubled.

After a period of intense calculation, beads of sweat forming on his brow, Zegal Kyung spoke softly.

“I believe this might follow the flow of an inverted hexagram, reversing its original form.”

Having spent considerable time together, Zegal Kyung felt comfortable with Dan Akseon.

“An inverted hexagram?”

“Even that is just a guess, and it may not be accurate since I haven’t seen it directly.”

“Then, is it possible to change the nature of the formation by inducing a change in this part?”

“….If you do that, the very gate of life will disappear?”

“So, it’s theoretically possible.”

They continued their discussion, exploring various possibilities at length.

“Thank you for your valuable teachings. It was very helpful.”

Zegal Kyung smiled sheepishly at Dan Akseon’s gratitude.

“Rather, I am grateful. Thanks to you, I have also gained new insights.”

Han Seolhwa, who had been silently guarding a spot in the study, cast a pitying glance towards someone.

Following her gaze, Dan Akseon saw Beom Gyewi, arms crossed, nodding off.

“Wake up.”

With those words, Han Seolhwa jabbed Beom Gyewi in the side with her elbow.

Thwack.

A bizarre phrase tumbled out of Beom Gyewi’s mouth as he startled awake.

“Tigers should have their heads smashed, and snakes should be stewed! Huh?”

Dan Akseon smiled as Beom Gyewi blinked, looking around in confusion.

He must have dozed off during the explanation of the Eight Trigrams Formation.

As he tidied up and stood, Dan Akseon offered his thanks again.

Zegal Kyung looked regretful.

“I hope you will visit again if you have the chance in the future.”

“I, too, will be looking forward to that day.”

At the final moment of parting.

Zegal Kyung couldn’t resist asking.

“How can a doctor be so knowledgeable about formations?”

“Because I am a doctor.”

“……?”

“In medicine, understanding the flow and changes of the five elements is the most basic of basics.”

Zegal Kyung, blank for a moment, soon smiled quietly.

He recalled a similar statement he had heard before.

Zegal San had said something similar once.

Perhaps medicine is the ultimate essence of Mutually Transforming and Cultivating.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

Zegal Kyung shook his head.

He couldn’t bring himself to say that his son and Dan Akseon would surely become good friends, regardless of age.

* * *

Late at night.

Groups moved stealthily under the cover of darkness.

Their movements, all clad in black, were unimpeded.

Then, suddenly.

The red-haired man leading the group stopped.

A figure running from the opposite direction prostrated himself urgently.

“Those who have left Muwi [a martial arts organization] are gathering in Nanju one after another.”

At the scout’s report, a chilling light flickered in the eyes of the red-haired man, Ma Yeonggi.

“What is the scale?”

“About two thousand.”

Ma Yeonggi nodded and turned his head.

“Their target must be the main sect’s Shinji, right?”

Two figures emerged from the black-clad men.

The Left Commander and the Right Commander.

The other Demon Lords, each leading a unit of one hundred men.

Kwonma Cheok Daegwang clenched his fist, knuckles white.

“Thanks to them, things will be easier.”

Do Ma Hyeokryunho smiled brightly, readjusting his short, blunt sword.

“I can finally feed this sword with blood.”

Though not all four Demon Lords were present, their fighting spirit was high.

They had left Jo Eum Seo at the main base for unforeseen circumstances, but none of the Nine Great Sects could stop their current power.

Besides, their goal was to catch them off guard and sow chaos.

More importantly, they weren’t alone in this plan.

“What about them?”

At Ma Yeonggi’s question, the scout quickly answered.

“They have already started moving.”

Ma Yeonggi nodded, a cold smile forming.

Beyond the Great Wall, the frontier of the Saewaemurim (Outer District Murim) [the martial arts world outside the Central Plains].

Among the five forces called Byeonhwangose (Five Frontier Powers) [powerful factions in the Outer District Murim], Bukhae Ice Palace had fallen, and the descendants of Salmak, Black Night Bees and Blood Cloud Temple, had been annihilated, but two remained strong.

Mansusan Manor, the absolute ruler of Naman, also known as Beast Palace, and Soreum Temple, the symbol of Cheonchuk Yuga [Indian Yoga traditions].

“It’s a pity I can’t directly see them panicking.”

The other two Demon Lords echoed Ma Yeonggi’s sneering gaze with eerie laughter.

* * *

The elite warriors of the Central Plains, gathering in Nanju, quickly organized their ranks and established a camp.

The atmosphere was tense as they prepared for battle with the Demonic Sect.

However, no one doubted the Central Plains’ victory.

Each member boasted a splendid background.

Each was among the top masters of the Nine Great Sects.

The reputations of the unorthodox masters were also impressive.

Leading them were the Five Great Masters of the World.

Blood Hand Honja Cho Akryang, known as Fist Master.

Gyeyulwon Chief Lawryo, a living legend of Shaolin.

Hwasan Divine Sword Jin Myeongjin-in, the head of Jeokbyeok Hwasan, and Jugwang Dogwi Kang Wiryong.

Though Lee Hwa Palace Lady Yeon Ok-sang was absent, no one cared.

The power assembled was unprecedented.

At the forefront of the camp was Cho Akryang, looking bothered.

He disliked the responsibility, but with the Five Great Masters gathered, he had to show his face.

He was casually accepting a conversation when a sense of bewilderment arose.

He was slow to notice, but someone didn’t belong.

“Why are you here?”

Beom Gyewi’s eyebrows twitched at Cho Akryang’s question.