Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Recovery
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Over the few days traveling to the Sichuan Branch.
Yuseong felt an enormous surge of divine power welling up within him.
A euphoric high that felt good no matter how many times he experienced it.
‘Harin has successfully become a Poison Person!’
He didn’t need to hear the news to know.
It was the result of her efforts all this time—his divine power rose steadily even when he was idle, but this massive influx without reason could only mean one thing.
They called it the Tang Clan’s three-hundred-year-old aspiration, and on this trip to Sichuan, he had acquired his second skill.
The [Healing] skill he already possessed treated all diseases and wounds that weren’t too old.
If the situation allowed, it could even save someone on the brink of death from a sword wound to the chest.
Like Soun, the disciple of the Beggars’ Sect Leader Yonghwa Singe.
And then.
The [Recovery] skill that had just awakened.
This one could heal wounds even if disabilities remained, as long as there was no physical loss.
It could treat the scars on Nangong Yuhyeon’s eyes, Nangong Yurin’s brother, and the scars on Maid Juyeon’s face.
Acquiring [Perfect Recovery], which could restore even physical losses to their original state, was still far off, but Yuseong’s range of activity had broadened.
Yuseong focused his mind.
‘Just in case, let’s check the dantian first.’
He channeled divine power to his lower abdomen.
He sensed the dantian, shattered to pieces and mostly dissipated.
‘It looks as dire as ever. Would this count as physical loss?’
He carefully enveloped the dantian area and activated the skill.
[Recovery]
The interior flashed as the skill manifested, but that was it.
No change at all.
‘As expected, the dissipated parts prevent it.’
He felt a bit disappointed but didn’t get discouraged.
Compared to when he had no hope of healing the dantian at all, he was making great progress.
***
The Sichuan Branch he visited again was vastly different from before.
Traces of fierce combat lingered everywhere.
Collapsed walls, pitted ground here and there, and some palace pillars looking precarious.
The Sichuan Branch Leader came out to greet the group.
“You’ve arrived, Cheongun Elder. I have no face left after failing to properly guard the prisoner you entrusted to us.”
“It couldn’t be helped. First, we need to treat the wounded. Medical Pavilion Leader, will you assist?”
“Of course. Then I’ll go prepare.”
While Yuseong gathered his acupuncture needles and holy water, Cheongun Elder and the Branch Leader continued their conversation.
“Then let’s hear the details.”
“While you were staying with the Tang Clan, we kept interrogating the prisoner, but he held out stubbornly. That’s when he appeared.”
The Branch Leader shuddered.
Cheongun Elder had already learned the enemy’s identity on the way here.
“Sword Demon…”
“That’s right. A Transformation Realm master is truly terrifying.”
Transformation Realm.
The realm Peak Realm masters transcended to, where one shed their mortal form and gained extended lifespan—a superhuman among superhumans.
There were fewer than thirty such experts across the entire martial world, yet a Demonic Cult one had stormed the Murim Alliance’s Sichuan Branch.
Protecting the captured Demonic Cult Peak Realm expert wasn’t the issue.
If he had brought many subordinates, the entire Sichuan Branch might have been obliterated.
“While we confronted the Sword Demon, someone infiltrated and killed the prisoner before fleeing.”
“A diversion tactic… It couldn’t be helped. What of the warriors’ casualties?”
“Fortunately, the Sword Demon focused on causing chaos and buying time, so only injuries… but their conditions are poor.”
Yuseong pulled out the jar of accumulated holy water from the carriage.
Cheongun Elder was handling things over there, so he needed to focus on his task.
“Ugh…”
Holy water was liquid.
The amount he had built up was considerable, making it quite heavy.
As he pondered using Reinforcement.
“Yuseong, let me carry it.”
Slender Nangong Yurin lifted the jar of holy water in Yuseong’s stead with a smile.
“…”
A radiant smile that cheered him up just by looking… but for some reason, it felt off.
He secretly applied a buff.
[Reinforcement]
“It’s fine, Yurin. I’ll carry it. Give it here.”
“No. Leave the heavy stuff to me. I want to help you.”
“No, I can carry it just fine.”
“Really, it’s okay. You don’t need to push yourself.”
He failed to take the holy water.
…He hadn’t been labeled as weak, had he?
The wounded were gathered in one open area.
A warrior unconscious from a deep chest slash, one with blackened face from severe internal injuries from a palm strike, and one with a splint on his leg, among others.
There were no small number of patients.
Blocking the Sword Demon had been no easy task.
“These are the ones nearby physicians couldn’t treat. That’s why we desperately wanted to see you, Medical Pavilion Leader.”
A seemingly unharmed warrior approached Yuseong to explain.
“I see. However…”
“Please call me Sachan. I’ll assist you, Medical Pavilion Leader. Tell me if you need anything.”
“Yes, Sachan. Bring in the most urgent patient first.”
Along with Nangong Yurin and Sachan, he entered a room to use as a treatment area, and a warrior was carried in on a stretcher.
Unconscious, he had blood-soaked bandages tightly wrapped around his chest, his face deathly pale as if he might stop breathing any moment.
‘As long as he’s alive, it’s fine.’
Unwrapping the bandages revealed a gruesome wound.
Slashed by sword energy or sword aura, natural healing would be slow.
Given the wound’s size, surviving was a miracle.
[Healing] would work, but he had a new skill handy.
The position was tricky for acupuncture, but he gripped a Heavenly Fortune Stone needle to amplify divine power.
[Recovery]
The chest wound healed smoothly, color returning to his face.
Divine power instantly replenished the blood loss.
The internal wounds fully mended, and even with external scars left, Yuseong didn’t stop.
‘Now with Heavenly Fortune Stone needles and the Recovery skill, it’s time to expand my treatment range.’
He would treat even more severe cases ahead; no need to hold back as before.
He cleanly healed the chest wound, eliminating any need for suturing.
“Th-the wound is healing on its own!”
Sachan, waiting nearby, cried out in shock.
Nangong Yurin wasn’t surprised, having had her shoulder treated before, but this was Sachan’s first time seeing such a sight.
Yuseong stroked the warrior’s head once, and he regained consciousness.
“Th-the enemy!”
Having lost consciousness mid-battle, he abruptly sat up upon opening his eyes.
“The battle ended long ago.”
After Sachan explained and he grasped the situation, bowed, and left.
Next, a patient with internal injuries was helped in.
His face was pitch black, expression lifeless.
Even as he fumbled to undo his top, his hands trembled.
Sachan transmitted a message to Yuseong.
—He has internal injuries too, but his dantian is shattered, so he’s in bad shape inside. Poor guy—no… sorry…
Sachan realized his mistake.
Yuseong had also damaged his dantian from qi deviation.
Talking about a comrade’s shattered dantian and calling him pitiful in front of him.
But Yuseong didn’t mind.
A warrior losing their dantian was akin to a death sentence; he understood the dead expression.
He had once felt that massive sense of loss himself.
Anyway.
Yuseong inserted a needle into the large palm print on the patient’s abdomen, infiltrated divine power, and nodded.
‘This one’s dantian is shattered, but not dissipated like mine.’
First, treat the internal injuries.
The Recovery skill activated.
Internal injuries healed, his blackened complexion returning to normal.
“As expected…! Even severe internal injuries heal in an instant! What are you waiting for? Hurry and thank the Medical Pavilion Leader!”
Sachan fussed dramatically, as if to make up for his earlier slip.
“Wait a moment. Let’s check the dantian briefly.”
“Yes? The, the dantian?”
Yuseong channeled divine power to the patient’s dantian.
‘This one was shattered by Myeongjung Susu. Different symptoms from my shattered dantian.’
As he calmly examined the differences.
“Um… Medical Pavilion Leader. You don’t need to push yourself. Saving my life is miracle enough. Even without being a warrior, I can still be a fine person… and…”
The patient stammered as if reading from a book, his gaze toward Sachan.
‘He must have sent a transmission.’
He was quite bothered by the earlier incident.
Yuseong shook his head.
“That’s not it. Hmm… hold on.”
Like he had tested on himself in the carriage, divine power enveloped the patient’s dantian.
He located every shattered piece.
And activated the skill.
[Recovery]
Smoothly.
The shattered dantian pieces moved back into place.
Piece by piece, they fitted together until all returned to position.
He channeled divine power once more to confirm the dantian restored to original state.
‘As expected… I can fully restore a dantian too.’
Yuseong withdrew the needle.
The patient still hadn’t realized what happened…
“While I treat the other patients, would you meditate and circulate your qi nearby? I just—”
“Wh-what? No, even if you healed my internal injuries, how can you say that?! You, who knows the pain of losing martial arts better than anyone?!”
The warrior erupted in anger.
He had endured bone-grinding pain to reach Peak Realm, training relentlessly.
Day and night building inner power, never slacking on practice, achieving what ordinary people could never dream of!
To create an opening for comrades, he charged a Demonic Cult master, took a palm strike, and endured the loss of his shattered dantian!
Yet… how could he say such a thing?
Circulating qi to someone who lost their dantian!
He glared at the Medical Pavilion Leader.
Had he trained too briefly to understand?
No.
Even briefly, he had been a Peak Realm master.
Maybe as a physician now, it didn’t matter to him.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind.
“Hey, endure it—no! I mean, apologize to the Medical Pavilion Leader—no, uh…”
Sachan floundered, unable to speak coherently.
Yuseong calmly continued his interrupted words.
“I wasn’t finished. I just repaired your dantian. I don’t know if your original inner power returns or if you need to rebuild it, so try circulating qi and let me know.”