Tangmunjeon - Chapter 278



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Episode 278 Bloody

While waiting for the people who had taken a different route up Mt. Giryeon to return, Dang Mu-jin and his party hid at the foot of the mountain and watched the village for several days.

Since I had to immediately join forces when other people showed up, I couldn’t go back to the village where I met the herbalist and rest.

In this situation, the only way to pass the time without getting bored is to talk.

But unexpectedly, the herbalist showed off a special talent: an amazing gift for talking.

He had a knack for telling trivial stories, such as how he cut his finger while picking herbs or how a savvy herbalist couldn’t even identify herbs properly, in a realistic and entertaining way.

Thanks to that, the party of Dang Mu-jin and the two children would listen intently to the herbalist’s story whenever he opened his mouth.

Among the many stories he told, there was one that really caught Dang Mu-jin’s attention.

“Is that the person who improved Geumchangsan and created Geumchangyak? That old woman… No, is that what the Master said?”

“It wasn’t something the Master said directly. It was something I heard from someone who came to see the Master.”

Geumchangsan (Geumchangsan) is the name of a powdered medicine.

Although the ingredients used are different for each, the effects are similar and the method of making them is not difficult.

When sprayed on cuts or stab wounds, it has a bleeding-stopping effect, but it is not a substance that heals wounds.

However, Geumchangyak and Geumchangsan only have similar names; they are completely different levels of products.

It is an amazing ointment that not only stops bleeding like Geumchangsan, but also heals most wounds, leaving only scars. Furthermore, applying Geumchangyak can prevent most wounds from getting worse and rotting away.

Since the martial artists called the Golden Medicine an extra life, you can easily guess how excellent its efficacy was.

It didn’t matter that the herbalist’s master himself didn’t say anything.

Rather, such stories become more credible when told by someone else.

Still, just in case, Dang Mu-jin asked the herbalist.

“By the way, who told you that story?”

“What was his name… Ah! It was a man named Lee Chung. He came to Mt. Giryeon about ten years ago, wasn’t he? Fifteen years?”

Dang Mu-jin froze at the name that suddenly came out.

The name Lee Chung is quite common. However, there are not many people who would come all the way to Mt. Giryeon to talk about medicine.

“Do you remember what that person looked like?”

“He was about my age, or maybe a little older? He was quite handsome. But I had to say that he seemed a little twisted… Still, I don’t think he was a particularly bad person.”

Soon, Dang Mu-jin became delighted. He had discovered traces of his master in an unexpected place.

And at the same time, I was very interested in the old woman who made the golden elixir.

The ogre liked to joke, but he never lied about medicine. The story about the old woman must surely be true.

Furthermore, Geumchangyak is almost the only medicine used to treat trauma.

If someone made such a potion, it wouldn’t be strange if they also knew how to make a few other potions.

“By any chance, Master, do you know how to make other medicines?”

“I remember you made a variety of things. But people came to you more for broken bones than for medicine.”

Since this was a completely unexpected story, Dang Mu-jin was taken aback and asked back.

“Yes? Are you talking about dislocation?”

“Hey. There are many people who can put a broken joint back in. I’m talking about a literal broken bone. Even when I fell down a hill and broke my leg, Master fixed it for me.”

The herbalist spoke as he showed me his shin. There was a small scar between the hairs on his leg, but there was no way to tell if it was a fracture.

The doctor is good at controlling the entangled energy within the body, but he cannot mend broken bones or attach torn flesh.

But the herbalist’s story was clearly beyond the realm of the ordinary doctor. The herbalist himself did not seem to know how great a thing it was.

The herbalist continued to explain.

“Unlike other diseases, applying medicine or taking medication doesn’t make the bones heal like a lie. They manipulated my legs here and there to reset the bones, and made me lie down for almost two months without being able to move. I was afraid of becoming a limp, so I lay there quietly, but at the time, I had bedsores on my back and it was a bit difficult.”

If you break your leg, if you’re lucky you’ll limp, if you’re unlucky you’ll be crippled.

However, to Dang Mu-jin, the herbalist’s gait was not much different from that of an ordinary person.

“Setting a broken bone… It must have been quite painful. Oh! It looks like a point. It seems that the Master has learned martial arts.”

“That’s not it. The Master has a strange scent, and when you inhale it through your nose, you don’t feel any pain.”

Each and every story goes beyond the scope of medical knowledge that Dang Mu-jin knows.

Dang Mu-jin’s heart raced.

At this point, Dang Mu-jin became more impatient than his disciple, the herbalist.

I wonder what would happen if those Sapa warriors tried to harm the herbalist’s master.

Although Yalullan and Yalulhuan looked uninterested in the medical talk, Dangmujin ignored the two children’s disgruntled gazes and asked again.

“Can you tell me more about your teacher?”

“I can tell you anything I know. And I have plenty of time…”

The more I listened to the old woman’s story, the more I realized she was a peculiar person.

He said that even though he had mastered such great medical skills, he had never left Mt. Qilian in the past several decades. This was because he had gone blind while experimenting with all sorts of medicines on his body.

The old woman still treats her double-crossing abscess by relying on the sensation in her fingertips.

‘I understand why the twin blood lord came to Mt. Giryeon. He thought that maybe that old woman could somehow cure his arm.’

Suddenly, it occurred to me that if the twin blood-sucking old man had brought me his severed arm, the old woman might have actually reattached it. That left arm would have already become food for the wild beasts of the mountain.

*

After about two days, Dang Mu-jin felt a subtle sensation.

A feeling of discomfort as if the depths of one’s chest were being scraped with a small iron fork.

Ignoring this intuition can result in your head being blown off, so martial artists never take intuition lightly.

That’s why Dang Mu-jin was racking his brain trying to figure out where the discomfort came from.

And finally I realized why.

Today, I feel like the twin blood dragon is full of complaints about the herbalist’s master’s attitude.

‘Why on earth?’

Does the patient have any reason to be hostile to the doctor?

There is no reason for that. After all, a member of parliament lives off the gratitude of the people. This is especially true for a capable member of parliament like that old lady.

But Dang Mu-jin shook his head.

‘No, things might be different.’

Dang Mu-jin emptied his mind and started thinking again from the beginning. As calmly as possible.

Is bipolar hemorrhage a normal patient?

No. The Ssanggeukhyeolong is an excellent warrior, but at the same time, he is a warrior who lost an arm.

Rather, the sense of loss will be even greater because his skills were extraordinary.

Ssanggeukhyeolong entered Giryeonsan Mountain with a sense of danger in his mind. That means he must have had great expectations for the old woman.

When your wildly held expectations are betrayed.

But when the wound gets worse and the chances of losing your life are gone.

How will the bipolar bloodline behave?

‘Not good.’

Dang Mu-jin gathered his thoughts and looked at the old woman and the Ssanggeukhyeolong.

The old woman finished the treatment, which was no different from the previous few days, relying on the feeling in her fingertips. The two people were seen having a short conversation, their lips moving.

Then, the twin-headed man stood up from his seat and picked up the short spear with his right hand.

Up to this point, it wasn’t much different from usual. The unmanned unit treats its weapons as if they were its own body, and it never leaves its beloved soldiers behind.

But the method of phasing was different from usual.

Instead of holding the spear near the blade like a staff, the Ssanggeukhyeolong gripped the lower part of the spear shaft. This is the gripping technique used when using a spear as a weapon.

The blind old woman did not know how the twin-headed man held the spear, and the herbalist did not know exactly what the method of holding it meant.

However, the herbalist also felt a similar intuition to Dang Mu-jin. Dang Mu-jin and the herbalist both jumped up from their seats at the same time.

“Master!”

The herbalist, seemingly oblivious to the situation, shouted loudly and ran towards the village.

The situation was the same for Dang Mu-jin. No, it was even more desperate than that of the herbalist. It was impossible to even guess how deep and wide the medical skills of the herbalist’s master were.

Some of them may have been passed down to Dangmujin through the ghosts, but this is only a part and not the whole.

Moreover, that was the medical practice of more than ten years ago. How many medical achievements would the old woman have made in the past ten years?

‘no!’

However, the wishes of the herbalist and the party leader did not come true.

The distance between the party and the village is long, and the distance between the old woman and the twin blood brothers is short.

The twin-headed man swung his spear thoughtlessly and stabbed the old woman in the center of her chest. For a moment, Dang Mu-jin felt an eerie sensation as if the world had stopped.

If he had been stabbed by a spear himself, he would have been calm. But when the herbalist’s master was in danger of death, only one thought remained in his head.

A person like that shouldn’t die so meaninglessly.

‘Is he dead? Is he dead? No. If you’re lucky, he might not have had his heart pierced.’

‘It might have looked like he was stabbed in the heart because of the angle. Besides, even Ssanggeukhyeol-ong knows how deep and wide that old woman’s medical skills are. He wouldn’t have killed a doctor like that without thinking.’

Even as he thought that, a stream of curses continued to flow from Dang Mu-jin’s mouth.

Although his heart held the hope that the old woman would survive, his head determined that she would not survive.

The herbalist’s cries grew a little louder. And of course, the Sapha warriors staying in the village also heard the herbalist’s cries.

The party of Dang Mujin, who was staying at the foot of the mountain, and the eyes of the Sapa warriors met.

*

Just before the old woman was pierced through the chest with a spear, Jinhae was sitting cross-legged, recalling the martial arts of Cheongseongpa in his head.

The mysterious thoughts told by Yeong-Heo-Ja. Stories that are completely incomprehensible. And the martial arts of Cheongseongpa. Countless thoughts float around without being able to mix.

Then, the herbalist’s shout was heard. Jinhae’s eyes widened as his spine tingled.

The group was hiding and waiting for the right moment, so they shouldn’t have heard such a loud noise.

Even if there is a loud noise, it should be the voices of the Dangmujin party, not the herbalist.

The content also had to be a cry that they had discovered unmanned members of the Cheongseongpa, Jongnampa, or Jeomchangpa.

However, the person who spoke and the content of the voice were different from what was expected. It was clear that the situation was wrong.

Jinhae looked around. He saw Dang Mujin and the herbalist running out.

Hong Geol-gae and Namgung Myeong also jumped up from their seats and appeared to be about to run out with Dang Mu-jin.

Jinhae shouted in a hurry.

“Where are you going!”

“Run!”

Namgung Myung answered concisely. However, Jinhae could not understand Namgung Myung’s thoughts.

“If you go out now, you’ll die! Didn’t I say that the Demon King will most likely be in that village?”

“Do you plan on only fighting battles that you can win?”

“It doesn’t matter if you win or lose! This is a fight where you’ll only lose!”

Namgung Myung said.

“It seems like you don’t want to become a martial artist yet?”

That story again? A story that doesn’t even have an answer but only raises questions.

“Are you talking nonsense again?”

Namgung Myung didn’t seem to have any intention of persuading Jin Hae any further. Namgung Myung probably knew how foolish this was.

At that moment, there was a sound of someone approaching from behind. It was Hyeon-gong.

Hyun-gong said, grabbing Jin-hae’s shoulder.

“Do you intend to become an arrow that cannot leave the bowstring for fear of breaking?”

It was a really cool story that shook people’s hearts. Jinhae’s feet took a step forward without him knowing it. It might have been a man’s instinct.

It started with one step. That was enough. Just as the rocks on the top of the mountain started to shake slightly and then rolled down, Jinhae’s legs also started to move faster and faster. I knew it was stupid, but I did it anyway.

Namgung Myung, who was walking ahead, looked back. There was a smile on Namgung Myung’s eyes and lips that did not match the current situation.

– Follow me! The bloody path you wanted is this way!

Namgung Myeong’s voice was heard. Jinhae’s hesitant steps became faster little by little, and soon he started running at full speed.

Namgung Myung, who was walking ahead, was seen grabbing the herbalist by the back of his neck and throwing him backwards.

The herbalist flew around and circled the children. An action with clear meaning.

The herbalist was very excited, but he held the two children in his arms. Yalullan and Yalulhuan looked bewildered, as if they had no idea what was going on.

The herbalist headed to the village ahead, feeling guilty for ruining the situation, as the two children were not supposed to know anything until the whole situation was over.

Jinhae’s pulse was pounding hard at his temples. It felt like his heart had moved to his head.

Although I was running along with the atmosphere, it was clear that something was wrong.

The party of Dang Mu-jin has not just been playing around for the past few days.

They made a plan.

The best thing to do is to hold out until support arrives, but you also need to decide how to deal with an unwanted fight.

You should gain the upper hand with Tang Mujin’s poison and secret weapon, then fight while keeping a suitable distance and retreating. That is the best response.

But the group is running towards the village. All plans are completely ruined.

There was one fortunate thing. Dang Mu-jin regained his senses, even if it was late, and stopped at an appropriate distance. It seemed that Dang Mu-jin’s friends had stopped him.

The village’s Sapa warriors looked at the Tang Mujin group with their weapons drawn.

The number of people confirmed so far is nine, including the twin bloodline. Fortunately, there are also people who appear to be below first-class.

‘There are four peaks, four first-class ones? Or not? There are five peaks?’

The moment Jinhae thought that, blood spurted out from the necks of the two warriors who looked like masters.

One had his neck completely cut off, and another had his throat deeply cut. Of course, both died equally.

Hope blossomed in Jinhae’s heart.

‘There’s a chance!’

Hong Geol-gae and Namgung Myeong were able to stop the Ssanggeukhyeol-ong who was wielding two short spears, so it would be easy for one or two of Dang Mu-jin’s party to subdue the Ssanggeukhyeol-ong who was wielding only one short spear.

In that case, the remaining personnel are either at a hundred-point advantage or have the advantage over their allies.

If Dang Mujin and himself join forces, they can easily subdue the remaining first-class and peak martial artists.

Jinhae deliberately put aside his thoughts about the ghost king.

Anyway, if the Ghost King appears, there is no chance of winning. On the other hand, if the Ghost King does not appear, you can win easily.

Just assume a desirable situation and do your best.

The moment the thought reached that point, blood gushed out from the necks of two of the opponents again.

‘When on earth?’

Dang Mu-jin was seen retrieving two flying wheels.

Dang Mujin’s Biryun was truly a weapon beyond common sense. Killing four people before they could even engage in a proper fight. Does this make sense?

Jinhae felt a sense of eeriness and strange elation at the same time.

Dang Mu-jin’s performance was scary, but at the same time, he was incredibly trustworthy. It was amazing to be able to fight alongside such an ally.

Just as Hong Geol-gae had done before, Jin-hae stopped walking next to Dang Mu-jin, intending to protect him.

Then Dang Mu-jin spoke.

“Don’t stay by my side.”

“Someone might be after the Grand Master!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be able to come.”

There was no need to ask why. Jinhae felt a complex mixture of poison around Dang Mujin.

Blocking the approach with poison and intercepting the opponent with a flying wheel from a distance. It was a simple strategy, but it was a strategy that no one could imitate.

Jinhae looked ahead. He saw Namgung Myung and Hong Geol-gae rushing towards Ssanggeukhyeol-ong and swinging their weapons.

The twin-headed dragon was unable to go on the offensive like before, and was instead swinging a single spear to defend against the attacks of the two men.

But even with just one spear, he was able to defend against the attacks of two people with some stability. Is this really the peak?

If he hesitated any longer, he might become addicted. Jinhae left Dangmujin and ran straight towards Ssanggeukhyeolong. He planned to break that delicate balance and subdue Ssanggeukhyeolong first.

When he arrived at the vicinity of the almost twin-polar bloodline, Jinhae felt an ominous atmosphere.

When I turned my head, I saw the Ghost King with a big smile on his face.

It was a moment when the odds of winning virtually disappeared. My heart sank.

The ghost king spoke.

“It’s nice to see you again. Would you like to receive my gift?”

The Ghost King waved his grotesquely large palm and unleashed the Secret Seal.