Reincarnated Swordmaster

Chapter Title: Dark Heaven Village

The Five Great Physicians of the world were as follows.

Heavenly Freak Physician Dongbang Mugeol.

Radiant Divine Physician Hwaseo Myeong.

Henan’s Finest Gang Jeon-gil.

Medicine King Hwangbo Yun.

Physician Sage Sangwan Hyeok.

I had met all of them at least once, and especially Radiant Divine Physician Hwaseo Myeong had been my direct master, teaching me medicine for over a decade. Moreover, I had recently crossed paths with Sangwan Hyeok multiple times, so forgetting him was impossible. They also shared the common trait of having gathered to cure the strange illness affecting the White Lotus Cult’s Young Leader, only to suffer indirect retaliation from the White Lotus Cult Leader.

“They failed to cure the strange illness, but that was because it was sorcery and curses. If it were just a simple disease or ailment, those five could cure anything under heaven.”

I considered heading to Hwaseo Myeong first but hesitated for a moment. Mangoyang, seeing this, spoke as if he’d guessed my thoughts.

“Hwaseo Myeong should come later.”

“Hm.”

“It’d be better to start with Gang Jeon-gil.”

“The Twelve Tones come into play.”

“Exactly. Recruiting Hwaseo Myeong through Jeong Cheol-uk will inevitably reach the Twelve Tones’ ears. No need to feed them information while Central Plains affairs remain unsettled.”

“I’ll fetch them one by one.”

Flash!

I headed first to Henan’s Finest, Gang Jeon-gil. Protected by the Sword Demon and affiliated with the Shadowless Sect, he was currently the physician I could approach most freely. I explained the general situation to him.

“Hm, so the Shadowless Alliance Leader is in that state… And the patient I’m to treat has brain damage?”

“The patient likely suffered severe brain trauma.”

I described Zhuge Sa’s condition. Gang Jeon-gil looked troubled as he replied.

“The brain isn’t my specialty. My focus is external injuries and wound suturing. I could manage with herbal decoctions, but beyond that…”

“That’s fine. I’ll bring in the others and do whatever it takes to save him.”

“I’ll help out of my ties to the Sword Demon’s sect master, but a renowned physician won’t budge for such severe injuries without proper incentive.”

“I’ll handle that.”

“Very well.”

With Gang Jeon-gil’s agreement, I prepared to move him to the guesthouse.

That was when it happened.

“Baek Woong!”

Looking over, I saw Seomun Hye rushing toward me. She approached and said:

“What happened? My father?”

Only then did I realize I hadn’t told Seomun Hye about the Sword Demon. I should have relayed that he was safe, but I’d been so preoccupied with palace affairs to remember. So I filled her in on the Sword Demon’s movements and recent events.

Seomun Hye sighed in relief after hearing it all.

“I’m glad Father is safe.”

“Sorry for worrying you.”

“No, no. With you helping Father, Baek Woong, my heart is always at ease.”

She smiled brightly and continued.

“You must be busy, so I’ll send a messenger bird to the Shadowless Sword Emperor to inform him Father is safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Then, Baek Woong. Until Father returns, do we have nothing else to do?”

I thought for a moment before replying.

“Train your martial arts diligently.”

“Pardon?”

“You’ve heard about the palace incident. Stronger enemies may appear, or the world may descend into chaos. Neither I nor the Sword Demon can guarantee your protection. Raise your strength enough to defend yourself.”

Seomun Hye’s expression turned resolute at my words.

“I’ll keep your advice in mind, Benefactor.”

Seizing the moment, I took a Black and White Lotus root from my spatial pouch and handed it to her. As she accepted it with surprise, I urged her.

“This is a transcendent elixir. Consuming it will greatly boost your inner energy, aiding your training immensely.”

“Thank you!”

“Then I’ll be off…”

I left Seomun Hye and brought Gang Jeon-gil to Zhuge Sa first. After examining his body briefly, Gang Jeon-gil said:

“Looks like internal bleeding, but not certain.”

“Do you know any physicians specializing in the brain?”

“…Tough question. What physician specializes in the brain? Unlike other organs, it’s extremely difficult to incision or perform surgery on. Only a handful in the world could manage it.”

Grumbling, Gang Jeon-gil suddenly recalled something.

“Right. The other Great Physicians might know.”

“As expected.”

“You’re not thinking of bringing them all, are you?”

“That was the plan from the start.”

“Heh. Good luck with that.”

Gang Jeon-gil replied half-jokingly, perfunctorily. And rightly so—the Five Great Physicians were scattered across the land in seclusion, making it exceedingly hard to track them down one by one.

“But I’ve grasped their locations through my past lives.”

Next, I headed to the Hwaseong Ryu Clan. Meeting Han Jin-seong, I said:

“Young House Lord, I have an urgent request.”

Han Jin-seong smiled kindly.

“Of course. The House Lord instructed me to assist the Dragon Incarnate in any way.”

“Come to think of it, House Lord Han Baek-ryeong is…”

“He’s left me in temporary charge of house affairs while handling palace aftermath. He’s not at the main house.”

I see.

Thinking it fortuitous, I requested of Han Jin-seong:

“I’d like to borrow your chief physician, Medicine King Hwangbo Yun.”

“What for?”

I explained that a comrade suspected of internal bleeding desperately needed saving. Hearing the details, Han Jin-seong nodded.

“I’ll grant permission. Just ensure the Medicine King’s safety.”

“Of course.”

Soon, I headed to Dragon Mausoleum Valley with Hwangbo Yun, summoned on Han Jin-seong’s orders. Upon arrival, Medicine King Hwangbo Yun was startled to see Gang Jeon-gil already there.

“What are you doing here, you old Henan fool…”

Gang Jeon-gil snapped curtly.

“Shut it, Hwangbo. Examine the patient.”

Hwangbo Yun composed himself and took Zhuge Sa’s pulse. The illness had stabilized, preserving vital energy, allowing diagnosis. After a long while, he said:

“Hm… I sense an unknown energy inside, but I can’t identify it.”

“Difficult?”

“The body’s balance is shattered—any medicine would act as poison. Tricky.”

Medicine King Hwangbo Yun shook his head. After this second miss, I cautiously addressed them both.

“Forgive me, but I plan to summon the remaining three Great Physicians. Possible if all are together?”

As expected, Gang Jeon-gil and Hwangbo Yun openly showed displeasure. It touched on their pride as physicians. But Gang Jeon-gil replied resignedly.

“No need for all. If summoning more, get the Physician Sage or Old Hwaseo Myeong!”

“I agree.”

I knew why they reacted that way.

“Heavenly Freak Physician Dongbang Mugeol… Truly despised, it seems.”

Riling them now wasn’t wise. I nodded.

“Understood.”

Using flight, I went to Luoyang for Physician Sage Sangwan Hyeok. He was treating patients at his clinic when he saw me, his face souring.

“Sangwan Hyeok. Come with me.”

“Why? I already repaid you by introducing Deng Guo.”

“Just come.”

I half-dragged him to Zhuge Sa.

“Gasp!”

Spotting the other Great Physicians, then recognizing the patient as Zhuge Sa, Sangwan Hyeok was doubly shocked. Then he grinned.

“Hm… Leave it to me! Medicine is benevolence—must treat, of course.”

His voice brimmed with uncharacteristic reliability. I awaited his diagnosis.

“Their internal bleeding diagnosis is correct. Precisely, hemorrhage in the hypothalamus, likely ruptured xu duu. Thyroid cartilage has lost function too, with various damages throughout the body.”

Mindful of onlookers, I used semi-formal speech.

“You discerned that from pulse alone?”

“Excluding Hwaseo Myeong-nim, I boast the most pulse diagnoses among the Great Five. Speaking from experience.”

Hwangbo Yun showed no reaction, but Gang Jeon-gil looked deeply offended.

“Physician Sage, bragging? Your skills aren’t the best anyway.”

“Heh heh. No need for pointless jealousy. I spoke as pulsed; does an external injury specialist not know?”

“What did you say?”

As tensions rose, I intervened hastily.

“Physician Sage Sangwan Hyeok, your words are excessive. Restrain yourself.”

“Fine.”

“So, can you treat him?”

“Of course. I can somehow…”

That was when it happened.

Mid-conversation, a realization struck me, hardening my face. Waving it off, I said:

“Ah… no. Need to think more.”

Sangwan Hyeok seemed to grasp my thought.

“You think I’d kill Zhuge Sa to escape the Soul Separation Grand Method.”

“……”

Indeed.

Sangwan Hyeok was currently enslaved by Zhuge Sa’s Soul Separation Grand Method, no different from a slave. With Zhuge Sa severely injured and unconscious, this was the perfect chance to eliminate the caster and break free. Remembering this, I swiftly rejected his offer. Sighing, I said:

“Sorry.”

“No offense taken. I’d think the same. I’ll withdraw—hope you find a better way.”

“Please wait until treatment ends.”

With no choice, I stored Sangwan Hyeok in my spatial pouch. Sending him back risked him leaking Zhuge Sa’s info to the White Lotus Cult Leader. And as a potential advisor, I needed him—thus, into the pouch he went.

I resolved to summon Dongbang Mugeol and Hwaseo Myeong.

“The physicians hating Dongbang Mugeol doesn’t matter. Nor does alerting the Twelve Tones by fetching Hwaseo Myeong.”

Zhuge Sa’s recovery was paramount. Worrying over minor drawbacks while he died would be penny-wise, pound-foolish. I shared my plan with Mangoyang and moved swiftly.

Flash!

I went to Goryeo, contacting powerbroker Jeong Cheol-uk. Guards blocked me, but I declared:

“I’m one of the Hwaseo lineage successors from the Central Plains. Relay that—they’ll understand.”

After some tussle, standing before Jeong Cheol-uk, he asked Hwaseo Myeong beside him.

“What do you make of him? Truly of the Hwaseo Clan?”

Hwaseo Myeong looked awkward.

“Can’t tell from appearance.”

I grinned.

“Take me to your clinic. I’ll demonstrate my arts and explain my purpose.”

At Hwaseo Myeong’s clinic, I showcased decades of battlefield-honed Hwaseo 108 Needles and medical knowledge. Even flawlessly performing Hua Tuo’s Golden Needles left him trembling.

“G-Genius! How at your age…”

“Will you hear me out now?”

“Speak.”

After a pause, I told Hwaseo Myeong.

“Must save a man. For that, Henan’s Finest, Medicine King, and Physician Sage are gathered.”

“W-What?!”

To the stunned Hwaseo Myeong, I detailed Zhuge Sa’s condition and Sangwan Hyeok’s diagnosis.

“Sangwan Hyeok, as you say, lacks specialization but excels broadly as a super-first-class physician. If he’s diagnosed, no need for me…?”

“There are circumstances. He benefits from that man’s death, so I can’t fully trust him. Need your skill and diagnosis for objectivity.”

“Heh heh… I understand, but why should I help you?”

Hwaseo Myeong eyed me sharply.

“I acknowledge you as a genius inheriting Hwaseo orthodox arts, but I’m not idle enough to aid strangers! Unless it benefits me, no reason to return to the Central Plains…”

Thud!

Instantly, I slammed a massive gold ingot from my spatial pouch before Hwaseo Myeong. My original stash plus Sword Demon’s gains expanding the Shadowless Alliance—stacked seven layers high, it gaped his mouth wide.

“With this gold and Shadowless Alliance influence, easily relocate your Central Plains clinic and kin to Goryeo. Need more help?”

“H-H… no! Truly? Really?!”

“Of course. Shadowless Alliance can even protect your undervalued Hwaseo kin in the Central Plains.”

Hwaseo Myeong seized my hand.

“I’m in! Full cooperation to save that Zhuge Sa.”

“Reliable.”

“But… how much my skills will help…”

Seeing him slyly seek an out, I chuckled. His aversion to danger and sly nature evoked past-life memories.

“No. I’m convinced you’re the perfect fit.”

“Why?”

“Hwaseo arts descend from Hua Tuo—unrivaled in anatomy, especially the brain. Plus, you alone craft the secret Ma Fei Tang.”

Indeed. Not just past ties—Hwaseo Myeong was the supreme expert for Zhuge Sa’s untreatable case. It was specialization, not mere skill gap.

Hwaseo Myeong, surprised, said:

“You truly know Hwaseo secrets and prowess… Why not treat yourself?”

“Sorry, but I’m still young, only basics down. Zero knowledge on supreme fields like the brain.”

True. A decade as his apprentice earned minimal qualification. I knew nothing of his secrets on brain, nerves, marrow, blood, etc. Vast gap between us.

Hwaseo Myeong nodded.

“Got it. Let’s go.”

Flash!

Arriving at the hall with Hwaseo Myeong, eyes met with the other three. Gang Jeon-gil grumbled.

“Brought the Hwaseo bastard after all!”

Medicine King Hwangbo Yun said:

“Well, for brain, he’s suited.”

Hwaseo Myeong glanced at Hwangbo Yun.

“Hwangbo Yun. Need Ma Fei Tang—gather materials I specify and prepare plenty.”

“Understood.”

Then Hwaseo Myeong and Sangwan Hyeok’s eyes met. Sangwan Hyeok wryly smiled.

“Radiant Divine. Heard my diagnosis from him?”

“Of course, Physician Sage.”

“I swear no bias in diagnosis. Believe me.”

“Why would I doubt you needlessly?”

Casually replying, Hwaseo Myeong pulse-diagnosed Zhuge Sa, probing features and body. After thorough examination, he said.

“…Troubling indeed.”

“Why?”

To my question, Hwaseo Myeong gazed gravely at the patient.

“With the three of you, I can treat—but imperfectly. Brain damage inevitable: slowed memory, frontal lobe impairment, or unforeseen aftereffects likely.”

“……”

“Ugh… Truly arduous surgery. How did internals and brain become near-pulped? Should’ve died. Living corpse…”

Sighing Hwaseo Myeong showed no deceit. The other three physicians darkened similarly, sharing his assessment.

Then Gang Jeon-gil blurted.

“One remains, no?”

“……”

Instantly, one face flashed in all minds.

I muttered the hated name reluctantly.

“Heavenly Freak Physician…”

Dongbang Mugeol!

Subordinate to White Lotus Cult Leader, coveting Sushin Ryu arts—that man, Central Plains’ top physician, was temperamentally freakish but his skills topped the Five Greats. Gang Jeon-gil urged borrowing his power.

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