[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 179

“Yuksireol, you piglet. Why are you pushing the kid? Do you really want to die?”

“Huh, what did you say…?”

“Do you have fat in your ears or something?”

“Han So-jeo, please, just hold back.”

—Whack!

“Guh-eck!”

Even though the punch was thrown lightly, his face turned into a mess, and he fell backward.

A world that moves by the logic of strength—what a delightful place.

At first, the onlookers were shocked, but as similar situations kept happening, they got used to it and casually tossed the fallen guy aside.

—Tsk, tsk.

“Huu—next.”

This isn’t a ward full of patients, yet they keep pouring in endlessly.

“Ugh…”

As the treated person dropped a coin into the basket and stepped back, a groaning sound came from the side.

“Wh…where am I?”

“Are you awake?”

“Ugh. Yeah.”

Namgung Myung, who had been passionately hugging the dirt ground, straightened himself up and slowly stood.

“Out of nowhere, on a rainy day, he started kissing the ground like a toad.”

“Suddenly, a gale-like wind swept in front of my eyes. After that, I don’t remember anything…”

The onlookers stared at Namgung Myung with disbelief.

Namgung Myung, noticing their gazes, awkwardly turned his head and looked around.

Since he spun like a propeller and flew away, calling it a gale isn’t entirely wrong.

“If you’re awake, go home.”

“Hmm.”

“Next patient.”

Leaving Namgung Myung behind, I continued with the treatments, while he just stood there, dazed.

“Thank you, Divine Healer. Thank you.”

“Yep. Next.”

“So-jeo, did you just cure a prostitute’s syphilis at the brothel?”

“Yes.”

“You can cure an incurable disease so easily?”

“Yep.”

“But even if that’s true, how can you touch such filthy skin so carelessly?”

Namgung Myung threw some nasty words.

“So-jeo, come with me to the Namgung family. I’ll personally tell the family head about your abilities.”

“No, thanks.”

Namgung Myung’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung open.

Having lived his whole life being revered by the Namgung family, he probably didn’t expect this kind of response.

“If a commoner submits a request to the Namgung family, they wouldn’t get an audience even after years. I am the great Namgung family’s—”

“Ugh, enough. Stop yapping and get lost, you brat.”

“What, what did you say…?”

After treating so many patients in a rush, things finally calmed down.

But he still wouldn’t leave, just kept yapping non-stop next to me. My ears are about to fall off.

“I saved your dying ass, and now you’re barking like this. I don’t care if you’re Namgung or whatever, just get lost.”

“……”

I thought he’d charge at me, but he just clenched his fists and trembled.

“Today…”

“It seems like there won’t be anyone coming tomorrow, so we’re closing up shop for today.”

The crowd that had gathered bowed their heads lightly and made way.

“Baekseol, let’s go and get some rest.”

“Yes!”

***

“Ugh, my back. I should’ve laid out a mattress to sleep on.”

There’s no comfort or anything like that here for sleeping.

What’s supposed to be a bed is just a wooden box with some straw on top.

As I went downstairs to the inn, the owner, who had received treatment yesterday, bowed his head.

“Divine Healer, did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes, thanks to you.”

“Haha, that’s good to hear. Shall I prepare breakfast for you?”

“No, it’s fine. I think I’ll be busy from the morning.”

The commotion outside reached here.

Creak.

Opening the firmly closed door, which seemed to be before opening hours, an uncountable crowd was waiting.

Someone pushed through the crowd and approached as if they had been waiting.

Thud!

They forcefully clapped their fist into their palm. It was the fist greeting that Namgung Myung had done.

“I am Jeon Ho, the Deputy Inspector urgently dispatched from the Murim Alliance’s Henan branch. Are you perhaps the physician known as Shin Yi?”

“Yes, that would be me.”

Hearing the answer, Jeon Ho nodded his head.

“The Murim Alliance is Shin Yi…”

Before Jeon Ho could finish his sentence, the crowd parted, and a group of people in blue uniforms rushed in.

A man with white beard, leading them, walked forward with his hands behind his back.

“Ah, Han So-jeo!”

The Namgung guy from yesterday greeted from beside the old man.

“This is the head of the Namgung family’s inner court. He’s my great-uncle.”

He smiled brightly, as if he had already forgotten the scolding he received yesterday.

Thud!

“Deputy Inspector Jeon Ho of the Murim Alliance greets the great hero Chang Cheon Un-geom.”

“Hmm. What brings the Murim Alliance to Hefei in such a hurry?”

“I… came to escort Shin Yi to the Murim Alliance.”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible.”

In an instant, the aura of the man called Chang Cheon Un-geom surged.

“Ugh.”

The Deputy Inspector, Jeon Ho, trembled and took a step back.

“G-Great Hero, this is a Murim Alliance event…!”

Crack!

As Jeon Ho’s words ended, the so-called Great Hero went even more berserk.

Thinking Jeon Ho was finished, he turned his gaze to me.

“Hey, are you Shin Yi?”

“Yeah.”

“…You’re quite the man of few words.”

The surrounding commotion instantly quieted down.

After staring at me for a while, Chang Cheon Un-geom emitted an even fiercer energy.

“Why are you calling me your kid? You look like a eunuch.”

“I was planning to take you as my concubine, but it seems you’ve gotten a bit of fame and can’t tell heaven from earth.”

“Ha, Han So-jeo! Hurry and apologize to your uncle!”

“Look at the two of you acting like fools together. Birds of a feather, huh?”

The energy radiating from Chang Cheon Un-geom grows fiercer by the moment.

The onlookers who were nearby have already scattered far away.

“If you lend your strength to the Namgung family’s Medical Hall, I’ll personally turn a blind eye to this matter.”

“Quit talking nonsense. Bring it on, you punk. You’re losing your ginseng candy for a month.”

Just as he was gathering strength to strike first, something fell from the sky at an unbelievable speed.

**BOOM!!**

Chang Cheon Un-geom, who had been looking down arrogantly, was sent sliding backward.

“*Cough!*”

A trickle of blood flowed from Chang Cheon Un-geom’s mouth.

*Plop.*

“Hehe. Child, have you been well?”

“Huh? Grandmother!”

“Yes, it’s me, Granny.”

The grandmother, who had introduced herself as Hyanghyang, landed lightly on the ground, and right behind her, Daeju Uncle came crashing down.

“What business do you have disrupting the Namgung family’s event, old one?”

“Hehe, look at this brat, still smelling of milk, causing such a ruckus.”

The aura emanating from that guy Chang Cheon Un-geom was so overwhelming that I almost wanted to roll my eyes and run, but Granny here looks seriously tough.

“Granny! He was bullying me! I even treated that Namgung guy over there, and these ungrateful jerks are worse than flea dirt!”

“Alright, Granny will help you. What do you want me to do to them?”

“Pluck out their eyeballs and shove them into the Punglim Three Brothers’ butts!”

“Hehe. And who are these Punglim Three Brothers?”

Hearing Granny’s words, Daeju Uncle stepped forward.

“They’re a bunch of thugs who picked a fight with Han So-jeo when we were in Habi.”

“Such wicked scoundrels.”

Now I understand Daeju Uncle’s warning.

A place ruled by the logic of strength.

Always be wary of children and the elderly.

I didn’t get it at first, but seeing Granny, it all makes sense now.

I thought she was extraordinary when she recognized Baekseol at a glance, but I had no idea she’d be so strong that even Chang Cheon Un-geom couldn’t lift a finger against her.

“Shameless, aren’t you? Bullying a child who practices medicine at such a young age?”

“I didn’t know she was associated with you, old one.”

“Hehe, even the peace you enjoy now was built on bloodshed. Do you think saying you didn’t know about martial arts matters will get you off the hook?”

“…What must I do?”

After just one hit, he’s already lost his will to fight, sliding backward.

“I won’t take your life. But I’ll take one of your arms instead.”

Granny finishes her words and looks at me.

It seems like she’s asking if this is enough.

“Is your ankle okay? Even if you lose one hand, you can still hold a sword with the other, right?”

“But if you don’t have ankles, you have to use crutches, and your whole body feels uncomfortable, right?”

“….Child, is your hometown perhaps in the Sapa region?”

“What’s that?”

After hearing the conversation with the grandmother, Chang Cheon Un-geom’s face turns pale.

“If that’s what you mean, I’ll listen.”

As the grandmother waves her hand in the air at an invisible speed, Chang Cheon Un-geom’s ankle splits open, and blood gushes out.

*Splat!*

Chang Cheon Un-geom quickly presses his thigh with his fingers, and the blood that was gushing like a waterfall stops instantly.

Then, he claps his palm and fist together as a greeting.

I can’t understand the mental state of the people in this neighborhood at all.

Are they thanking me for not cutting their necks?

***

After hours of riding in the cart, I still can’t get used to such severe shaking.

“Are you really okay with going to the Divine Teaching?”

“Yep.”

“It’s a bit awkward for me to say this since I’m the one taking you there, but most of the people there are half-crazed, corrupted by dark arts.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like the people on our side are all that sane either, so what’s the difference?”

No matter how I look at it, there doesn’t seem to be much difference between this side and that side.

It might be easier if they just openly showed hostility.

“Thank you. If you heal me, I will never forget this favor. I can also give you the spiritual medicine that ordinary people can consume, which you’re looking for.”

“Woohoo! That’s great. Right, Baekseol?”

“Yep!”

As I vigorously pet Baekseol, who’s playing on my lap, she wags her tail in response.

Her plump butt is even more eye-catching, though.

“But why did you heal that Namgung guy’s leg?”

“He’s a swordsman. It’s pitiful if he doesn’t have legs, right?”

“Oh ho.”

“And I twisted the ankle slightly when reattaching it. He’ll have a hard time adjusting to the new leg.”

*Hehehe*, what a masterpiece.

*Thud.*

While talking with the grandmother, the cart stops, and the door opens.

“Old lady, we’re at the entrance to the secret realm.”

“Good work.”