Whatever You Need
Sometimes you see an older man pressing down firmly on his Baihui acupoint with his fingers.
If you look closely at such people, most of them have thinning hair or are completely bald.
The reason they do it is because they've heard that pressing the Baihui acupoint is extremely good for preventing hair loss.
It hurts a little when you press, but it soon feels refreshing, giving the illusion that your hair will grow back thick and lush.
But reality is harsh.
If pressing could cure it, there wouldn't be any bald people in the world.
The Baihui is a fatal acupoint that can send a person straight to the grave if struck hard enough.
It's a death acupoint so lethal that even a child could kill a sturdy adult with a single blow.
And into such a Baihui acupoint came Jeong Gwang's fist, brimming with inner energy.
Naturally, all hell broke loose!
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Sajae! Are you alright? Sajae!"
"Jeong Gwang... Jeong Gwang..."
Un Yeon roaring in fury, Jangmunin urgently checking Un Hu's condition, Heo Cheong trembling in shock—it was utter chaos!
Only Un Hu and Jeong Gwang remained calm.
Well, Un Hu was half out of it from Jeong Gwang's punch, so really, only Jeong Gwang was calm.
"Sasukjos. Your qi. You need to keep infusing it."
"What? In this situation...?"
"If you stop the qi now, Grandmaster will really be gone."
Startled, Un Yeon and Jangmunin poured their qi into Un Hu's body.
But soon, their eyes bulged wide.
"Sajae's head!"
"Such a massive lump!"
How hard had he hit him?
A enormous lump had swollen up on top of Un Hu's head.
Jeong Gwang nodded calmly.
"Looks like it worked perfectly."
"...?"
"The place where the most life force was leaking from Grandmaster's body was the Baihui acupoint. It's also called the Tianling acupoint. Naturally, since it connects to the spirit of heaven."
"...?"
"That's why I hit it. By creating this huge blood clot, I've blocked the life force from leaking out. A lump like this is no big deal."
Everyone was baffled by his incomprehensible explanation.
"I-Is Sajae alright?"
"Of course."
"A lump is one thing, but that huge sound?"
"I didn't actually hit the Baihui directly—I stopped just before. The inner energy exploded in the space of a single sheet of paper, making that loud noise. The shockwave created the blood clot right above the Baihui."
"..."
He'd explained it kindly, despite the hassle, but no one understood.
Seeing them all standing there with mouths agape, Jeong Gwang shook his head inwardly.
Even spoon-fed, they won't eat.
In the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, there'd at least be guys who could grasp this much.
Guess I need to ramp up their training and raise their level fast.
Jeong Gwang sat in the lotus position, thinking thoughts that would horrify any Kunlun Taoist if they heard.
He placed both hands on Un Hu's abdomen.
His eyes met Un Hu's, who had just regained his senses.
"You promised, right? No passing out."
"...I did."
"If it hurts, yell it hurts. Holding it in isn't cool."
"...Heh heh. You're scared, aren't you?"
"You're not afraid of death, so why joke like that."
Jeong Gwang circulated the Supreme Pure Unsurpassed Divine Art.
Strands of pure qi unraveled from his hands, gently probing Un Hu's shattered dantian.
This is no joke.
The dantian wasn't just cracked—it was shattered into countless fragments scattered everywhere.
But whatever.
It might have been impossible for his past self not long ago, but not now.
Jeong Gwang carefully felt out the invisible fragments that couldn't be seen even if you cut open Un Hu's abdomen.
"Kuhk! Urk!"
Un Hu kept letting out suppressed groans, but Jeong Gwang ignored it.
He simply focused, continuing to manipulate his qi.
Time passed.
Got the gist of it.
By the time he'd mapped every fragment's position and shape, Un Hu was on the verge of blacking out.
"Kuh..."
"You promised!"
"Huk! S-Sorry. I just... Ah!"
Un Hu's eyes widened as he barely clung to consciousness.
Jeong Gwang's entire body was drenched in sweat!
He looked nearly exhausted, but his eyes remained sharp.
"It's going to hurt even more now."
"..."
"I'm going to stitch your shattered dantian back together with my qi."
"..."
"So hold on just one more... "
"Jeong Gwang."
"Yes?"
"It's done."
Un Hu smiled with boundless affection.
"You've done more than enough. More than enough."
His gaze swept over everyone in the room.
Seeing the worry and desperation in their eyes, a serene smile spread across his face.
"I'll be on my way now. Take care of Kunlun. No— I just want you all to live happily."
Un Yeon and Jangmunin wore heartbroken expressions.
"Sajae..."
Tears streamed from Heo Cheong's eyes.
"Master..."
Jeong Gwang sighed.
"Hoo. Whatever."
Vast inner energy surged from his dantian, gathering in his hands.
Wuuuuuung—
It split into hundreds of thin threads, piercing through Un Hu's dantian.
"Kaaaaak!"
Un Hu, who had looked like an immortal, let out a wretched scream.
Everyone panicked in shock, but Jeong Gwang's ears were deaf to it.
He was that focused.
Not missing a single fragment scattered in Un Hu's abdomen, he stitched them together.
Gathering them into their original form, he somehow pieced them back.
At some point, a faint line drew across Jeong Gwang's lips.
Good. Almost done.
Just this piece left...
Jeong Gwang tilted his head.
Huh? Not this way?
Damn. Start over from the beginning.
He tried dozens of combinations.
Not fitting.
Then like this?
By now, Un Hu was barely breathing.
Jeong Gwang snapped at Un Yeon and Jangmunin.
"Qi!"
"Huk!"
"R-Right!"
Un Yeon and Jangmunin poured in their energy like mad.
It wouldn't last long, but Jeong Gwang refocused, piecing the fragments again.
And after another long stretch of time.
Jeong Gwang toppled backward, muttering.
"Ahh. Finally."
Un Yeon, Jangmunin, and Heo Cheong shouted noisily.
But the exhausted Jeong Gwang had already fallen asleep.
The grueling battle had taken nearly half a day.
Jeong Gwang had temporarily mended Un Hu's shattered dantian and even planted a single strand of qi within it.
When he opened his eyes, it was to a familiar ceiling.
Glancing sideways, Un Hu was asleep beside him.
A pleasant smile adorned his face, as if he were having a good dream.
Jeong Gwang grimaced as he sat up.
Oww, my poor body.
He'd overdone it after so long.
Well, whatever. He'd bought at least a little time.
Now for the next steps...
Annoyance crossed his face.
But what could he do?
He'd started it; he had to see it through.
Jeong Gwang forced himself up and headed to the library.
Not for some grand manual, but the general section with miscellaneous books.
Heo Ja-bae, the middle-aged Taoist managing it, lit up at the sight of him.
"Oh! You're finally up? Is it okay to move around like this?"
"Yes."
"Good. You did something huge."
"Just bought a little time, that's all."
"Heh heh. That's plenty to be grateful for. Not very Taoist of me, but I want to see Saback as long as possible."
Jeong Gwang chuckled at his sheepish words.
This side of the Kunlun Taoists wasn't so bad.
"So, what brings you here?"
"Looking for medical texts."
"Huh. Martial training's tough enough, and now medicine too?"
"May I go in?"
"Sure. Straight in, twelfth shelf on the right."
Jeong Gwang bowed and entered. Just as the middle-aged Taoist said, the shelves were packed with medical books.
Thousand Gold Essential Prescriptions, Spiritual Pivot Classic, Essential Prescriptions of the Golden Cabinet, Acupuncture Classic of the Yellow Emperor, Imperial Grace Formulary of the Great Peace...
Pass on these.
Famous texts known even to common folk, let alone the martial world. His brisk steps halted before one shelf.
Plain Girl Classic, Yin-Yang Harmony Treatise, Jade Chamber Secrets ...
Legends he'd only heard of.
What did they contain?
How did they compare to the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult's?
His hand reached out, mesmerized—then stopped.
He was a man strong enough without this junk.
Moments later, he stood before shelves of medical texts by martial artists.
Immortal's Secret Records, True Scripture of the Divine Physician, Inner Classic of the Martial Hua Tuo, and more—titles oozing martial bravado.
Jeong Gwang pulled them all out, spreading them on the floor.
He plopped down in the middle and began flipping through one by one.
Flipping, really—pages flew by. He nodded or shook his head, sorting them.
Need more on this one.
No need for this.
Seeing medical texts after so long brought a face to mind.
His father.
Unable to kill him, he'd snapped the sword and holed up in the Heavenly Demon library.
Devouring countless medical texts.
To know when his father would die.
To know why he wouldn't die.
A month later, emerging pale from lack of sun, his face was blank.
His father simply had a constitution that wouldn't quit.
Am I giving up just like that?
There was still hope.
Jeong Gwang summoned the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult's top physicians: the Life-Death Demon Healer and One-Life-Ten-Deaths.
'Y-Young Leader. What brings...'
'You quacks?'
'N-No!'
'You decide life and death on a whim, and you kill ten for every one you save?'
'No! It's based on the situation!'
'Not me! Killing ten is just a hobby!'
'Hmm. Is that so? You're with me from now on.'
'...Pardon?'
He dragged them around, treating countless patients.
A year later, he was the demonic world's top physician.
Striding into the cult leader's hall, he forcibly checked his fleeing father's pulse and confirmed it.
Damn. Fifty years easy, hundred's a stretch.
As predicted, his father lived another fifty years.
Departing at one hundred fifty, leaving Jeong Gwang with no regrets about lifespan.
Maybe that's why he followed a year later.
Anyway, the demonic world's top physician now pored over orthodox medical texts to save Un Hu.
And reached a conclusion.
"It should work."
A sigh escaped him.
"Gonna have to shit blood."
Outside the library, Taoists gathered, murmuring.
Among them, Heo Cheong—Jeong Gwang's master—paced anxiously at the entrance.
It's been seven weeks since he went in, and still no sign of coming out. What to do?
Jangmunin tapped his shoulder.
"What are you, a puppy needing to pee?"
"Ah! You're here?"
"Jeong Gwang still inside?"
"Yes. Won't come out even if called. But he eats the snacks we send, so don't worry too much."
"You're the one worrying."
"...Sorry. How's Master?"
"Un Hu Sajae sleeps. Awake an hour a day, but the future..."
Jangmunin smiled faintly amid his worry.
"Sajae's already lived his allotted lifespan from heaven. I'm more worried about Jeong Gwang. That kid, seven weeks without sleep, buried in medical texts... Ah! He's out."
Sure enough, pale-faced Jeong Gwang emerged.
Heo Cheong flashed forward with Thunderbolt Steps, hugging him in a blink.
"You okay? Anywhere hurt?"
"No."
"Thank goodness. Why push yourself like this?"
"To save Grandmaster."
"You fool. Think of your health. You've done enough. No more methods anyway—rest up."
"There is one."
"...What?"
"I can save Grandmaster."
"...For real?"
Jeong Gwang nodded, and the watching Taoists erupted in cheers. Even Jangmunin clenched his fist.
Spotting him, Jeong Gwang approached.
"I need something."
"Anything. Name it."
"Really?"
"Of course! What?"
Jangmunin's resolve to uproot Kunlun's foundations if needed wilted at Jeong Gwang's next words.
"Our disciples need to run busier than during training."