Although a killing intent had welled up in Baek Yoonjun's heart, he didn't do anything in particular.

'It's infuriating, but if I want to confront them, I have to go into Sichuan again, don't I?'

If he were to act on his killing intent, he would naturally have to jump into the front yard of Sichuan, which was not something Baek Yoonjun, the born homebody introvert, would do.

And so, Baek Yoonjun, filled only with killing intent, asked Ha Uhyeon.

"Do you know anything about the force that was chasing my disciple?"

"It is the Sichuan Son family."

Hearing the name Sichuan Son family, Baek Yoonjun felt something tickle in his mind.

'It seems to be one letter different from something I heard in my past life, doesn't it? What was it?'

Although Baek Yoonjun didn't know why, he stared at Tang Yuhwa, but nothing came to mind.

"Although they bear the name of a family, they are a group closer to a sect than a family, formed by the gathering of mediocre families in Sichuan."

"No, then why don't they use a sect name?"

"That's because the Martial Alliance, which can be said to be the core of the orthodox faction, is centered on families, isn't it?"

"I see."

Baek Yoonjun recalled the relationship between cinnamon and cassia that he had seen in his past life.

'I thought cinnamon was more high-end, but they were both the same thing, right?'

In the end, whatever you do, you tend to name it in a way that seems more high-end and will sell better.

In a word.

"It's a mess."

"That's how the current martial world is. It's all about how you frame it."

The more the story progressed, the more Baek Yoonjun felt a sense of disconnect with the current martial world.

'I don't remember well, but the martial arts story that guy told seemed more systematic.'

Baek Yoonjun was slowly beginning to doubt whether this world was a martial arts world.

"The tyranny of this Sichuan Son family is getting worse day by day.

The reality is that numerous sects that have not entered under the Sichuan Son family are being oppressed.

Our Cheongseong Sect is also holding on somehow, but every day is precarious."

"Wait."

"Yes? What is it?"

Baek Yoonjun cut off Ha Uhyeon's words at the tickling feeling in his head.

He had cut off a person's words without realizing it at a sound that seemed like something would come to mind, something that should never be heard.

"Let's hear that story again."

"Do you mean the part about the tyranny of the Sichuan Son family getting worse day by day?"

"No, after that."

"Do you mean the numerous oppressed sects? Or after that, our sect, the Cheongseong Sect?"

"There!"

As soon as Baek Yoonjun cut him off, a memory from his past life popped into his head.

-A sect that can be said to be a pillar of the orthodox faction? First, there's the Shaolin Temple that you also know, and if I had to add to that, wouldn't it be the Cheongseong Sect, which has a long history?

The words of his friend from his past life.

In what he had just heard, there was a word that could never be ignored.

'The Cheongseong Sect, which is a pillar of the orthodox faction, is a heretical faction?'

Baek Yoonjun felt the common sense of the martial arts he knew collapsing.

Although it was a thin common sense with nothing he knew anyway, for a homebody introvert, even that was like Mount Tai collapsing.

"Great Hero Baek, how about we first infiltrate Sichuan and find out why they are targeting your disciple?"

"Yes."

Since his common sense about martial arts had collapsed, Baek Yoonjun answered vaguely, not knowing what was entering his ears.

"Understood. Since Great Hero Baek's will is firm, I will guide you."

"Yes."

Baek Yoonjun followed Ha Uhyeon, having lost his mind.

And so, they arrived at a secluded place in Sichuan.

"There is a dog hole here that leads to our Cheongseong Sect's branch."

"Yes."

Baek Yoonjun, who had not yet regained his senses, followed Ha Uhyeon into a building with a sign that said 'Cheongseong Trading Company' in a corner of Sichuan.

"The path from here is rough. Please follow carefully."

"Yes."

Ha Uhyeon, who had entered the building, passed through an even deeper place in the building, passed through a hidden passage, and continued to enter, arriving at a spacious open area.

"We have arrived. Welcome to the Cheongseong Sect's branch."

"Yes."

Although Baek Yoonjun was still out of his mind, because of his natural appearance, from the side, he looked as if he were seriously pondering something.

While the others who saw him from the side were thinking so, the only one who had noticed that Baek Yoonjun was out of his mind was Tang Yuhwa.

"Master."

"Yes."

"Get a grip."

"Huh?"

Baek Yoonjun came to his senses at Tang Yuhwa's voice whispering in his ear.

"Wh-what?"

Startled by the tickling sensation in his ear, he slowly looked around.

"Where is this?"

"I heard it's the Cheongseong Sect's branch."

"The Cheongseong Sect's branch?"

"There are a few people I've seen before over there."

Looking at the place Tang Yuhwa was pointing to, Baek Yoonjun also saw a few faces he knew well.

"The blacksmith uncle?"

Including the blacksmith of the smithy in the village below Baek Yoonjun's residence, a few familiar people were visible.

'What? Why are the people from the lower village here?'

Seeing the unexpected faces, Baek Yoonjun stared blankly.

Normally, he would have immediately avoided their gaze, but his reaction was slow due to the unexpected faces, and he made eye contact with the village blacksmith.

"Immortal?"

At that sound, Baek Yoonjun came to his senses and hastily avoided his eyes.

"What do you mean, immortal?"

"Ah, it was a secret."

"What do you mean, a secret..."

"I will be quiet. By the way, for Great Hero Baek to have come here in person, you are truly looking down on everything."

"No, what do you mean by that..."

Baek Yoonjun's mosquito-sized voice was buried by the chatter of the blacksmith and the villagers.

'What on earth is going on?'

Baek Yoonjun, in a state of utter confusion, turned his gaze at the feeling of his collar being pulled.

There, Tang Yuhwa was looking up at Baek Yoonjun with her usual expression.

"Master, you're being misunderstood."

Baek Yoonjun was choked up by Tang Yuhwa's words.

Although it was sometimes embarrassing because she dug in too deep, the only one who properly understood Baek Yoonjun's heart was Tang Yuhwa.

"Should I go and tell them?"

Although she had pinpointed his heart exactly, speaking was a secondary problem.

'If I make an excuse, all the attention will be on me again.'

Baek Yoonjun seriously pondered the aftermath of clearing up the misunderstanding.

'For now, let's just run.'

He reached the conclusion of running away.

"We will retreat for now."

"Suddenly?"

"Yes."

Baek Yoonjun snatched Tang Yuhwa and disappeared from that spot.

And at the same time, since he didn't have the courage to run away after being invited, he hid his body near the building.

"Weren't we running away?"

"It's a bit much to run away after being invited..."

"Is it okay to hide?"

"This is force majeure."

Avoiding Tang Yuhwa's eyes, which looked at him pathetically despite her usual expression, Baek Yoonjun spread his senses towards the place where he had been before.

The blacksmith, Gu Wol-ju, who had just run into Baek Yoonjun, was staring at the place where he had disappeared, immersed in the afterglow.

'As expected, the immortal knew everything. Then the future plan is also!'

Gu Wol-ju.

He was a person who had inherited the blacksmithing skills from his ancestors for generations, and just before he was about to lose his life and the blacksmithing skills that had been passed down for generations, he had received the kindness of having his life saved by Baek Yoonjun.

Even just the kindness of having his life saved was a debt he could not repay, but the martial arts he had learned from the great disciple, Zhuge Hyun, had allowed him to achieve an indescribable wondrousness and an endless achievement.

On top of that, the one who had even created a place for him to live was Baek Yoonjun.

Of course, Baek Yoonjun himself pretended not to know this fact, but all the villagers lived with an indescribable gratitude towards him.

And recently.

Seeing Baek Yoonjun frequently go down the mountain, the villagers felt it.

'The immortal is worried about this chaotic world, so he frequently goes out into the secular world.'

Although Baek Yoonjun had just been dragged down by Tang Yuhwa to take care of the sick, such facts were not conveyed to the villagers.

'Then it is time for us to step up as well!'

The actions of the villagers who thought so were fast.

Since the original leader, Zhuge Hyun, was not there, they moved step by step, centered on the second-in-command, Gu Wol-ju.

First, they named the nameless village at the foot of the mountain the Cheongseong Sect, and since it was difficult to act as a sect for now, they named it Cheongseong Village externally.

After that, they infiltrated Sichuan and created the Cheongseong Trading Company, which was a branch of the Cheongseong Sect but looked like a trading company on the outside.

The Cheongseong Trading Company, which had grown steadily with the continuous help of Cheongseong Village, checked the Sichuan Son family and gradually expanded its power.

And so, the Cheongseong Trading Company, which had grown in size, prepared a grand plan.

The plan to drive out the Sichuan Son family of Sichuan and restore order.

And as they were preparing the grand plan, Baek Yoonjun appeared.

'The timing of the execution of the grand plan was ambiguous, but for him to have appeared at this time is a revelation that now is the right time!'

Although Baek Yoonjun had never given such a revelation, Gu Wol-ju judged it so.

"For the immortal to have shown himself, this must be a revelation to execute the grand plan!"

Not only Gu Wol-ju, but all the villagers who had seen Baek Yoonjun even once thought the same.

And the aftermath was tremendous.

"Raise the flag of the Cheongseong Sect!"

"The grand plan begins!!"

They took down the sign of the Cheongseong Trading Company, put up the sign of the Cheongseong Sect, and raised the flag.

"Wooooooh!!"

"You Sichuan Son family bastards! I will wipe you out from this land!"

The sect members, who had been disguised as caravan members, took out their weapons and changed into blue martial arts uniforms.

"Gather! Gather!"

"Divide into groups as previously discussed and form ranks!"

The martial artists, who gathered in the training ground in an orderly manner as if they were about to start a war.

And Baek Yoonjun and Tang Yuhwa were watching all of it from a little distance, hiding their bodies.

"What is this?"

"Don't know."

Both of them stared blankly at the martial artists in the training ground forming ranks and rushing out with a bewildered look.

"Isn't that a big problem?"

"That's what I'm saying."

A sight as if they were going to start a war.

"I will release everything that has been piled up until now!!"

"As expected, bringing Great Hero Baek was the right answer! It's gotten more interesting!"

"Here! The Sichuan Son family guys are here!"

The Cheongseong Trading Company, no, the Cheongseong Sect martial artists who had rushed out were attacking other martial artists.

Baek Yoonjun, who was watching it in real time, felt a headache coming on.

'What on earth is this sudden outburst? I want to pretend I don't know, but why are the villagers involved in that?!'

Baek Yoonjun, who couldn't do this or that and was flustered.

'I have no choice. They are people I know, so I can't let them die, can I?'

He took out a needle case from his bosom.

Since he didn't have the confidence to get in among the numerous people, he was thinking of supporting with hidden weapons while hiding his body, just as he had helped Tang Yuhwa before.

"I'm going to treat the injured." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

At that moment, Tang Yuhwa jumped towards the place where the martial artists were fighting.

"Wait!!"

Baek Yoonjun quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the scruff of Tang Yuhwa's neck as she was rushing out.

"My head already hurts, so why are you suddenly bursting out too?!"

"I see an injured person."

"So?"

"I'm going to treat them."

Baek Yoonjun, whose head already hurt, even felt dizzy.

Although she was his disciple, it was hard to understand the flow of her thoughts.

Baek Yoonjun, looking at Tang Yuhwa struggling in his grasp, held his head and then suddenly recalled the time when Tang Yuhwa had fled.

"Yuhwa."

"Why are you calling me?"

"You didn't treat them when you were running away before."

"If I had been treating them there, I would have been caught. I have that much sense."

At Tang Yuhwa's answer, Baek Yoonjun's head hurt even more.

'What kind of nonsense is this?! House! I want to go home desperately! Aaaaargh!!'

Although he felt like throwing everything away and going back home to be cooped up in a corner of his room, since he couldn't give up on his only two disciples, he tried to persuade her.

"There are a lot of Sichuan Son family or whatever kids right now, aren't there? Considering the situation from before, don't you think they are targeting you?"

"There are many allies now, and above all."

Tang Yuhwa twisted her body in Baek Yoonjun's grasp and looked him straight in the eye.

"What is there to worry about when Master is behind me."

At those words, Baek Yoonjun felt a tingling in his chest.

"Ahem, but isn't it still dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous because Master is behind me."

Although Tang Yuhwa's expression was the same as usual, her gaze was full of trust in Baek Yoonjun.

'Keuk, how can I stop her when she shows such a look full of trust?'

In the end, Baek Yoonjun had no choice but to be persuaded by Tang Yuhwa's words and gaze.

"Absolutely do not overdo it and take care of the injured from the rear of our allies."

"Okay. I also know my own capabilities."

Having escaped from Baek Yoonjun's grasp, Tang Yuhwa looked at Baek Yoonjun once with eyes full of trust and then joined the rear of the Cheongseong Sect martial artists.

And so, due to the very small incident where Baek Yoonjun had briefly shown himself, the heretical and orthodox factions of Sichuan clashed head-on.

(End of Chapter)