Became a God-Level Martial Artist

Chapter 276 : What Did You Say?



Chapter 276 : What Did You Say?

The moment Jin Seong-un spoke of treating the Emperor, the very flow of air seemed to freeze.Princess Yeongan looked at him with calm eyes. She neither shouted nor glared, yet her anger was laid bare more openly than ever.

The invited physicians, as well as the heads of the three sects, all remained silent, merely watching the scene unfold.

*This is troublesome.*

Admiral Heo Chung-won of the Eastern Depot felt the need to intervene.

What unsettled him more than that insolent brat declaring he would treat the Emperor was the fact that the foolish Princess could not properly conceal her emotions.

The Admiral stepped forward, deliberately drawing everyone’s attention to himself.

“Say that again.”

His cold voice pierced toward Jin Seong-un like a blade.

A eunuch who had reached the level of Huajing and survived for decades within the treacherous depths of the Imperial Palace—his gaze was as sharp as a honed sword.

Jin Seong-un did not deflect that pressure. He received it head-on and spoke,

“I would like to treat His Majesty.”

His tone was indifferent.

He simply stated a fact, dry and unadorned.

The Admiral had never liked that attitude.

Every time he saw this low-born brat standing so upright, he felt the urge to snap his neck with one hand.

But given the setting, he restrained himself and pressed on with only the necessary emotion.

“Do you have the qualifications? Even the most renowned physicians in the world—and even the heads of the three great sects here—could do nothing. Are you saying you are superior to them?”

He deliberately mentioned the three sects.

Any sensible martial artist would not dare claim superiority over them.

It was a calculated move to pull them to his side without their consent.

“Yes.”

“…What did you say?”

The Admiral doubted his ears.

What an insolent brat.

He turned to look at the sect leaders, expecting outrage—

But contrary to his expectations, they remained calm.

A monk, a nun, and a Taoist master—figures of deep cultivation.

They simply blinked innocently.

“……”

As the Admiral frowned slightly, Jin Seong-un continued calmly,

“I will act as the primary practitioner under the guidance of the Divine Physician. You may entrust this to me.”

At that, the Admiral’s gaze shifted to the Divine Physician.

The Divine Physician nodded.

“What he says is correct. My body has weakened, so I cannot directly diagnose and treat. I will proceed through him.”

This had been agreed upon beforehand.

Jin Seong-un didn’t want fame—only to awaken the Emperor.

If he came alone, the Princess would have every reason to refuse him.

The Admiral narrowed his eyes.

“That is possible?”

“If you don’t believe it, throw us out. We came a long way to treat him, but if you dislike it, what can we do?”

The Divine Physician chuckled lightly.

That made things more difficult.

If they expelled them now, it would look like they were obstructing treatment.

The presence of the sect leaders and renowned physicians bound their hands.

After some thought, the Admiral said,

“Then I will perform it instead. I will follow the Divine Physician’s instructions. That is more appropriate than trusting an unverified youth.”

“That is not possible.”

“Why not?”

The Admiral applied pressure, but the Divine Physician remained unfazed.

“My medical knowledge is like martial arts. If you teach me the Eastern Depot’s secret techniques, I will teach you medicine.”

Their gazes locked.

The Admiral realized—

Refusing now would make it seem like he valued secret techniques over the Emperor’s life.

*Crafty old man.*

He had no choice but to step back.

Now, only the Princess’s decision remained.

She spoke,

“Very well. If you are so confident, I will permit it. But one condition—if you fail, how will you take responsibility?”

She trusted the Admiral.

No one would discover the truth anyway.

More importantly—

She desired Jin Seong-un.

Now that Ha Joo-myeong was gone, he was the only one worthy.

She looked down at him, desire flickering in her eyes.

Jin Seong-un replied flatly,

“You seem to like responsibility.”

“Answer the question.”

“I do not intend to take responsibility.”

“What?”

Her brows twitched.

But he continued,

“Treatment is based on trust. The patient entrusts their body, believing the physician means no harm. The physician treats, trusting their intent won’t be misunderstood.”

In other words—

The choice and responsibility were hers.

It was a reasonable argument.

Just then—

The Wudang Sword Immortal stepped forward.

“May I speak?”

“…Go ahead.”

She reluctantly allowed it.

“His words are correct. If harsh responsibility follows failure, who would dare treat His Majesty? The Divine Physician has saved countless lives. Trusting him is the most rational choice.”

“I do not trust Jin Seong-un.”

“If you trust the Divine Physician, you must trust his judgment.”

The Shaolin Abbot and Emei Sect Leader nodded in agreement.

The Princess had no choice left.

“…Do your best to treat His Majesty.”

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Jin Seong-un and the Divine Physician followed the Admiral toward the Emperor’s chambers.

The three sect leaders followed as well.

The Wudang Sword Immortal sent a voice transmission.

* Seong-un, what are you thinking?

* I intend to treat His Majesty.

* You? Or truly the Divine Physician?

* I will use Qi Arts. There are two problems.

* Problems…?

* First, no guarantee of success. Second… it hurts a lot.

* How much?

* Enough to make Chef Seo scream.

* …That Peak Master?

* Yes.

The Sword Immortal’s steps grew heavy.

Even a Peak Master screamed?

This was practically treason.

* If His Majesty screams, please stop the Admiral.

* Me?!

His smile trembled.

Soon—

They arrived.

The Imperial Guard stopped the Admiral.

“You may not enter.”

“His Majesty’s safety is at stake.”

“We cannot break the imperial command.”

Even the Crown Prince and Princess were barred.

After a tense exchange, the Admiral relented.

“Go in. Do your best.”

A clear threat.

Jin Seong-un ignored it.

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Inside—

Commander Jang Gyeong stood guard.

“Lower your voices. A Qi barrier is active, but loud sounds may escape.”

Jin Seong-un brightened.

That was good news.

He examined the Emperor.

*Strange…*

Before, he could sense the issue.

Now—

Nothing.

*Did the Admiral act again?*

Meanwhile, the Divine Physician spoke,

“Fasting pills? Odd taste.”

Jang Gyeong hesitated.

Jin Seong-un decided.

He would proceed.

Even without identifying the problem—

The technique might still work.

He raised the Emperor and placed his hand on his back.

The Divine Physician sweated.

Jin Seong-un activated the technique.

Energy reached the Life Gate—

Touched the innate energy—

Stimulated all acupoints—

“AAARGH!”

The Emperor screamed, eyes snapping open.

Jang Gyeong panicked.

“What are you doing?!”

But he didn’t intervene.

Jin Seong-un continued.

“It’s normal. Don’t worry.”

“UUUUGHHH!!!”

But Jang Gyeong’s face turned pale.

Then—

“His Majesty… is actually fine!”

“…What?”

Jin Seong-un stopped.

The Emperor rolled off the bed.

“What did you say?”

Jang Gyeong hesitated.

The Emperor groaned,

“…So you are the immortal who saved me before.”


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