Chapter 2
Wi Jin-gyeol’s eyes began to waver as he realized the meaning behind the Divine Healer’s words about regret.
“I told you, didn’t I?”
The Divine Healer looked at Wi Jin-gyeol with eyes full of pity.
But soon, Wi Jin-gyeol slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again before speaking.
“If it’s the Original Heaven Yin-Yang Divine Art, is it the same Yin-Yang Divine Art I know?”
The gazes of the two, who had fought together to eradicate the remnants of the Demonic Sect, intertwined.
The Divine Healer, meeting Wi Jin-gyeol’s gaze, slowly nodded.
“Yes, it’s the demonic art of the Sun-Moon Sect.”
It was the only demonic art of the Sun-Moon Sect that he had failed to retrieve.
The Original Heaven Yin-Yang Divine Art appeared in all the records of the Sun-Moon Sect.
It was recorded as a martial art that only the leader of the Sun-Moon Sect, who worshiped the Sun and Moon God, could learn.
So, Wi Jin-gyeol couldn’t help but ask after hearing the Divine Healer’s words.
“How do you have such a thing, Divine Healer?”
The Divine Healer, meeting Wi Jin-gyeol’s gaze, began to answer.
“There is a story from before I became known as the Divine Healer.”
When they were dealing with the remnants of the Demonic Sect, the Divine Healer appeared mysteriously and began to revive those thought to be dead.
Even the Lord of the Martial Alliance did not know the past of the Divine Healer.
It was a story that no one in the martial world knew, now being revealed by the Divine Healer to Wi Jin-gyeol.
“I was called the Demonic Doctor within the Divine Sect.”
At the words “Divine Sect” and “Demonic Doctor,” Wi Jin-gyeol’s eyebrows twitched.
But the Divine Healer continued speaking without wavering.
“But I wasn’t a true believer. I only wanted to explore medicine without any constraints from the martial world. For that, I needed many patients.”
“There were plenty of patients outside the sect.”
At Wi Jin-gyeol’s words, the Divine Healer shook his head.
“There were indeed many sick patients outside the sect. But those who suffered injuries, rather than illnesses, were far more common within the sect. Especially those who were gravely wounded.”
“There are many gravely wounded people in the orthodox sects as well.”
“Have you ever seen someone survive with their neck half severed?”
Wi Jin-gyeol could offer no response.
“At some point, I reached a level where I could save even those people. But then, the Divine Sect began to collapse.”
Even as Wi Jin-gyeol displayed a look of wanting to hear no more, the Divine Healer did not stop speaking.
“That’s when I stole the Yin-Yang Divine Art, which was the only way to treat Nine Heavens Divine Qi. It was all to save lives.”
Recalling everything the Divine Healer had said, Wi Jin-gyeol remembered how the Divine Healer used to save the members of the Alliance as if performing magic.
‘To think that all of it was an achievement made within the Divine Sect.’
It felt like complex emotions were filling his entire being.
“I figured you’d have that kind of reaction.”
Wi Jin-gyeol was a man who had worked harder than anyone to erase the shadow of the Demonic Sect from the martial world.
The Divine Healer, who had fought alongside him, also knew how much Wi Jin-gyeol had strived for that goal.
‘What a cruel twist of fate.’
The Divine Healer looked at Wi Jin-gyeol, who seemed deeply troubled, with a pained expression.
The way to save the son of the man who wanted to eliminate everything related to the Demonic Sect lay in a demonic martial art.
The heavens were truly heartless.
“Pretend you never heard it. If you dwell on it too much, you might really fall into qi deviation.”
At the Divine Healer’s words, Wi Jin-gyeol let out a shaky breath and began to read a book on his desk.
As he read through the contents of the book, his eyes changed with each passing moment.
Tears soon began to flow from Wi Jin-gyeol’s eyes as he read.
The sorrow that flowed down his cheeks fell onto the pages like droplets.
The large tear that formed from Wi Jin-gyeol’s sorrow soaked into the words in the book.
It was Wi Jin-gyeol’s diary, starting from the day he first met Wi Yeon-cheon.
From the days of happiness to the words describing the days that grew increasingly bleak, all mingled with a single tear of sorrow.
“Is it truly possible for him to learn the Yin-Yang Divine Art?”
At Wi Jin-gyeol’s decision, the Divine Healer took a deep breath before answering.
“It is.”
“It seems you really have the secret manual for the Yin-Yang Divine Art.”
“Yes.”
Wi Jin-gyeol never expected that the whereabouts of the elusive secret manual would be with someone so close.
‘Did he say it was a gift from the heavens?’
Recalling the Divine Healer’s words when he described the Nine Heavens Divine Qi, Wi Jin-gyeol thought that if it truly was a heavenly gift, then the fact that the Yin-Yang Divine Art, which they had failed to retrieve, was in the hands of the Divine Healer, must be a chance granted by the heavens.
“Divine Healer, I will ask nothing further. Please grant my son his life.”
The Divine Healer nodded slowly in response to Wi Jin-gyeol’s determination.
“For a man who tried to erase everything related to the Demonic Sect, I understand how difficult this decision must have been.”
He gently placed his wrinkled hand on Wi Jin-gyeol’s shoulder, who was leaning against the desk.
“You’ve been through so much.”
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The Divine Healer guided the flow of qi for Wi Yeon-cheon, using the Yin-Yang Divine Art until he reached the first level.
Adjusting the flow of energy moving through countless qi pathways required an immense mental effort.
“Huuuup.”
The Divine Healer slowly adjusted the wild energy coursing through Wi Yeon-cheon’s body with the Yin-Yang Divine Art.
After exerting the Yin-Yang Divine Art for several intervals, the Divine Healer, who had been guiding the energy flow for Wi Yeon-cheon, let out a weary breath.
“…Are you awake now?”
At the Divine Healer’s words, Wi Yeon-cheon’s eyelids slowly lifted.
“…Who are you?”
Wi Yeon-cheon, who had been bedridden and dying, opened his eyes for the first time in a year and sat up.
Wi Yeon-cheon, breathing heavily, cast a wary glance at the Divine Healer.
“There’s no need to be cautious. I am a physician who came to save you.”
At the word “physician,” the wariness in Wi Yeon-cheon’s eyes faded.
“How long was I unconscious this time?”
He was terrified because, as the frequency of his fainting spells increased, so did the duration of his unconsciousness.
The last time Wi Yeon-cheon closed his eyes, he had been unconscious for twelve months.
The Divine Healer could immediately understand why Wi Yeon-cheon asked that question.
Knowing that his life would end at the age of fifteen, Wi Yeon-cheon cherished each day, and he certainly could not bear to spend those precious moments lying in bed.
“Just over a year, they say.”
“A year… over a year…”
Wi Yeon-cheon’s entire body trembled at the Divine Healer’s words.
“By any chance… what season is it?”
The room where Wi Yeon-cheon lay was filled with the rich scent of medicinal herbs, making it impossible to sense the season.
With trembling lips, he asked the Divine Healer about the season.
“It’s spring.”
Spring.
The last time Wi Yeon-cheon opened his eyes, he saw the plum blossoms of the year he turned thirteen.
Now, opening his eyes again, he heard that it was spring and got up from the bed to open the window.
As soon as he opened the window, the scent of the herbs swiftly flowed out, and the fragrance of the season entered the room.
“Plum blossoms…”
Wi Yeon-cheon, who had truly been bedridden for over a year, gazed at the incoming scent of the plum blossoms and then asked the Divine Healer.
“I now have only a year left until I reach the age of fifteen.”
A year could be a long time or a short time, depending on how you saw it.
But it was said that a year could feel especially long for a child.
However, the only thought that filled Wi Yeon-cheon’s mind was this:
“How many more days will I have left to see this world with my own eyes?”
The Divine Healer, who had approached closely, gazed at the blooming plum blossoms together with Wi Yeon-cheon before speaking.
“I will make sure you can see as much as you want.”
Wi Yeon-cheon, who was watching the plum blossoms in an attempt to capture one more beautiful scene in his memory, turned his gaze to the Divine Healer.
The Divine Healer’s smile, warm like the essence of spring, blossomed endlessly.
His wrinkled eyes gently crinkled as he looked at Wi Yeon-cheon.
“Who said you could only live until fifteen? I will make sure you live for thousands and thousands of years.”
Wi Yeon-cheon could not bring himself to believe the Divine Healer’s words.
After all, even the Divine Doctor and the Herb Doctor had said similar things before.
“Yeon-cheon, I was the one who woke you up. Can’t you see that just by looking at me?”
At the Divine Healer’s words, Wi Yeon-cheon glanced at him and scrutinized his body.
“What do you think? Doesn’t the flow of my qi resemble yours?”
It was just as the Divine Healer had said.
The flow of energy that only Wi Yeon-cheon could see since he was a child.
Just as the Divine Healer said, the flow of his own qi was similar to that of the Divine Healer.
“How do you know that I can see qi?”
When Wi Yeon-cheon spoke of seeing something as a child, everyone dismissed it as the ramblings of a genius.
Even Wi Jin-gyeol, the Chief Military Officer of the Martial Alliance, had merely laughed it off as a joke from an extraordinary prodigy.
But the Divine Healer, whom Wi Yeon-cheon had just met, spoke as if he understood his perspective.
“Nine Heavens Divine Qi is born with qi pathways that a human cannot possess.”
“Nine Heavens Divine Qi?”
“It’s your constitution.”
Wi Yeon-cheon had always heard that his condition was simply Open Vein Syndrome.
But many aspects of Open Vein Syndrome that he read about in books did not match his own condition.
It was only now that he truly understood his constitution.
“By the way, how do you know all of this, sir?”
The Divine Healer, seeing that Wi Yeon-cheon still did not fully grasp his identity, smiled awkwardly and answered.
“I am known as the Divine Healer.”
“The Divine Healer…”
The Divine Doctor and the Herb Doctor were called the immortals of medicine and herbs.
Just as immortals are believed to be above the human realm, the Divine Healer stood above the two doctors.
“Can you really release me from my terminal condition?”
The Divine Healer chuckled and answered.
“I told you before, didn’t I? I’ll make sure you live for thousands and thousands of years.”
Wi Yeon-cheon had never met a physician who was confident he could save him, even after seeing his condition.
If it had been anyone else, he would not have believed such words, but the Divine Healer, who knew so much about his constitution, was someone he could believe.
“How… exactly?”
Before Wi Yeon-cheon could finish his question, the Divine Healer pulled out a book from his robe.
The book that the Divine Healer handed over was bound in luxurious leather.
The leather-bound book carried an ancient aura, with writings that seemed to have aged over time.
“Original Heaven Yin-Yang Divine Art…”
Receiving the book, Wi Yeon-cheon looked at it with curiosity and then turned his gaze back to the Divine Healer.
“It’s an internal energy technique.”
At the words “internal energy technique,” Wi Yeon-cheon’s expression darkened.
After all, it was the internal energy technique of the Wi Family, the Profound Star Five Elements Heart Technique, that had confined him to the bed in the first place.
“Don’t worry. It’s the very technique that helped you rise from your bed.”
“What? Is that true?”
Wi Yeon-cheon asked in disbelief, but the Divine Healer simply nodded as he continued speaking.
“Nine Heavens Divine Qi and the Yin-Yang Divine Art are one and the same. Nine Heavens Divine Qi is a divine body, while the Yin-Yang Divine Art is a martial art that follows divine power.”
According to the Divine Healer’s explanation, the Yin-Yang Divine Art was the path to saving those with Nine Heavens Divine Qi.
He went on to say that only the energy control of the Yin-Yang Divine Art could manage the qi pathways of Nine Heavens Divine Qi, which were beyond human limits.
“Those with Nine Heavens Divine Qi who do not master the Yin-Yang Divine Art are bound to die before reaching the age of fifteen.”
“Because they exhaust all of their innate energy, is that correct?”
“That’s right.”
“But why does mastering the Yin-Yang Divine Art prevent that?”
Even though he had spent much time bedridden in darkness, Wi Yeon-cheon’s curiosity as a prodigy could not be suppressed.
With a gleam in his eyes, he asked eagerly about the martial arts.
The Divine Healer, finding Wi Yeon-cheon’s enthusiasm admirable, gave a small smile before speaking.
“I wish I could tell you the reason, but this is something you must understand on your own.”
Realizing his impatience, Wi Yeon-cheon bowed his head.
“Then if I master this Original Heaven Yin-Yang Divine Art, will I be able to continue living?”
With eyes full of hope, Wi Yeon-cheon asked the Divine Healer.
But the Divine Healer, looking at Wi Yeon-cheon’s hopeful eyes, responded with a slightly more serious expression.
“You can live, but you must reach the third level within a year.”
The requirement to reach the third level within a year was daunting.
In other words, if he failed to reach the third level before the age of fifteen, he would die as originally fated.
But Wi Yeon-cheon could not give up.
‘I will do whatever it takes to survive.’
After all, Wi Yeon-cheon wanted to live more desperately than anyone else.
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