Baek Yoonjun put the person down and examined him carefully.

Something was very familiar, a face he seemed to have seen somewhere.

'Who is it?'

This was not due to Baek Yoonjun's indifference.

It was because the man's appearance was a mess.

His robe was in tatters, his scabbard was shattered in places, and it was covered in a mess of blood scabs, dust, and other foreign substances.

'With this appearance, I wouldn't remember even if I did.'

Baek Yoonjun immediately began to treat the man.

"I will treat this person, so the rest of you, prepare the boar."

"Yes, yes! I understand!"

Although the party was very curious about the man Baek Yoonjun had brought, since they couldn't disobey his orders, they immediately began to prepare the boar.

After glancing at the scene for a moment, Baek Yoonjun focused on treating the man.

'The dantian is not damaged, but the qi and blood are twisted, and although he has avoided fatal wounds, there are many minor injuries. It seems he came from a fight somewhere.'

Baek Yoonjun first treated the man's external injuries.

He used the herbs he had in his luggage right away, and for those he didn't have, he gathered them on the spot.

'Is it roughly done?'

And so, after finishing the treatment of the external injuries, he made several pills that would boost his energy.

'I can feed him the medicine when he wakes up, and next is the internal injuries.'

Baek Yoonjun placed needles on the man's body and flowed his internal energy into him, slowly loosening his qi and blood.

Since internal injuries, unlike external injuries, had to be treated slowly and with leisure, not quickly, he only treated as much as he could for now.

'It will be easier if he regains consciousness and I receive his cooperation, so let's not rush.'

Although Baek Yoonjun was impatient in these matters, since he couldn't help it now, he endured.

And so, after taking all the measures he could, he waited for the man to wake up.

Since there was the boar to prepare and a patient, they had no choice but to stop their journey and camp.

There were no bandits to be seen nearby, and at most, there were wild animals, but since wild animals were no match for Baek Yoonjun, there was not much threat.

And so, late at night.

"Ugh."

The man slowly began to regain consciousness.

Baek Yoonjun, who had been designing a palm technique by his side, immediately approached the man as he regained consciousness.

"Are you awake?"

Unlike when he dealt with his disciples and the beggar aspirants, Baek Yoonjun politely asked the man.

Since Baek Yoonjun was originally polite to everyone except for children and those he would kill, it was not particularly strange.

The man, as if he could hear Baek Yoonjun's voice, looked at the place where the voice had come from with blurry eyes.

And so, after a short while, a little bit of life returned to the man's eyes.

"Brother Baek?"

A word that familiarly referred to Baek Yoonjun popped out of the man's mouth.

For a moment, Baek Yoonjun thought, 'Who is it?', and then he felt that the voice was a little familiar.

"Your voice is familiar, but who are you?"

"It's me. Namgung Cheon."

"Brother Cheon?"

Only then could Baek Yoonjun know the man's identity.

Namgung Cheon, with whom he had shattered an assassin group together.

In the first place, his appearance was a mess, and now, unlike then, his face had aged a little, and he had even grown a stylish beard, so he hadn't recognized him.

Since Namgung Cheon had a pretty good image in Baek Yoonjun's memory, although Baek Yoonjun was a person who was burdened by people, a look of welcome still flowed out.

"It's been a long time! Ah! First, please take your medicine."

"I have caused you trouble. Thank you."

With an apologetic face, Namgung Cheon received and drank the pill and water that Baek Yoonjun held out.

"Phew, I thought I was on my way to the next world, but it seems my connection with Brother Baek has not ended. Thank you for the kindness of saving my life."

Having taken the medicine, Namgung Cheon struggled to raise his upper body and performed a fist-and-palm salute.

At that, Baek Yoonjun waved his hands.

"What are you saying between us? As it happens, the person I saved is Brother Cheon, so it is even more rewarding."

"I am also glad that the person who saved my life is Brother Baek, but I am even more sorry."

"You're saying strange things."

Baek Yoonjun called Namgung Cheon 'Brother Cheon' instead of 'Brother Namgung'.

This was because he remembered that in the past, Namgung Cheon did not particularly think well of the Namgung family.

Although Baek Yoonjun was still burdened by Namgung Cheon, since his feeling of welcome was stronger, he continued to speak.

"By the way, your appearance has changed a lot. You've also grown a stylish beard."

"It just happened that way. And it's not just my appearance that has changed."

"What is it? I can't tell from the outside."

At Baek Yoonjun's question, Namgung Cheon scratched the back of his head.

Although it was an action that Hong Yungae also did a lot, when Namgung Cheon did it, it seemed a certain dignity flowed out.

"I am no longer using the name Namgung Cheon itself."

"What? Your name?"

"I have no intention of returning to the family, nor do I want to be involved with them anymore."

Namgung Cheon smiled bitterly.

It was a very bitter smile, to the extent that even Baek Yoonjun, who was watching from the side, became bitter.

"I am now using the name Zhang Sanfeng."

"Hah, then I should call you Brother Zhang, not Brother Cheon."

"I would appreciate it if you would call me that."

Namgung Cheon, Zhang Sanfeng, looked much more comfortable as Baek Yoonjun corrected his title.

Baek Yoonjun also, seeing that, became lost in thought.

'He really doesn't like his own family. Well, from what I heard before, it did seem like a completely messed-up family.'

Baek Yoonjun recalled the story he had heard before about the annihilation of the Baek clan led by the Namgung family.

'I'm a Baek in both my past life and this life.'

In Baek Yoonjun's case, since he was using his name from his past life as it was, it was highly likely that he was not related to the Baek that Namgung was talking about, but in any case, it was not a very good feeling.

Since he was reluctant, and the other person also seemed reluctant, Baek Yoonjun quickly changed the subject.

"In any case, it seems you have succeeded in standing on your own, and you also seem to have quite an achievement in martial arts, so congratulations, Brother Zhang."

To treat Zhang Sanfeng, Baek Yoonjun had examined him in various ways and had confirmed that Zhang Sanfeng had achieved a much superior achievement than before.

Although he was still third-rate or lower by Baek Yoonjun's standards, he felt a certain unusual energy flowing faintly, which was hard to judge by realm.

'If the former Brother Zhang was a little clumsy and had a clear look of anxiety, now he has a gentle feeling of having transcended everything.'

It seemed he had achieved an achievement that far surpassed what Baek Yoonjun had taught him very briefly in the past.

'What amazing thing did I teach him? I feel proud for no reason.'

Although Baek Yoonjun was proud for no reason because he could see that he had had an influence.

"Although it's embarrassing to say it in front of Brother Baek, I did have quite an achievement."

As Zhang Sanfeng confessed with his own mouth as if he were embarrassed, Baek Yoonjun became even more proud.

Although, due to his homebody introvert nature, it was only to the extent that his shoulders rose a little.

And so, they had a miscellaneous chat, and about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed.

"By the way, I don't know if it's because I took the medicine Brother Baek gave me or because the treatment was good, but my body is quickly regaining its vitality."

In fact, the color had returned to Zhang Sanfeng's face a lot.

"Brother Baek not only has a high achievement in martial arts but also seems to be excellent in medicine. How can a person be so talented?"

"As for me, after we parted, the only thing I did was treat people..."

"It's not enough to save people with martial arts, but you also save them with medicine. Every time I see you, Brother Baek, you surprise me."

Although Baek Yoonjun had a lot on his conscience because most of the medical treatment was not his own initiative but had been dragged around by his disciple, Tang Yuhwa, he did not particularly show it.

'It wasn't my initiative, it was because of Yuhwa... It's a bit much to bring it up for no reason.'

In fact, rather than not showing it, it was closer to not being able to rebut due to his homebody introvert nature.

Since he felt quite a bit of a prick on his conscience, Baek Yoonjun opened his mouth to change the subject of the conversation.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, how have you been since then?"

"Me? I followed Elder Hyunjun Hyun to Mount Diancang and helped Diancang take the form of a sect."

As he listened to Zhang Sanfeng's words, a piece of miscellaneous knowledge about martial arts that he had shared with his friend from his past life came to Baek Yoonjun's mind.

-The founder of a sect is usually called the founding master.

For Baek Yoonjun, who was lacking in eloquence, it was a piece of knowledge that was timely and appropriate to bring up.

"Oh, is that usually called the founding master?"

"No, it wasn't that grand. In fact, the one who led it was Elder Hyunjun Hyun, and I just helped as a guest."

"Still, isn't it amazing that you contributed to the founding of a sect?"

"Diancang had its own martial arts anyway, and it just hadn't taken the form of a sect. It's not a really amazing story."

Although Zhang Sanfeng continued to speak with humility, since it was not pretentious, Baek Yoonjun did not feel particularly bad.

And so, since they had met after a long time, they had a chat to catch up.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, why were you so injured?"

Baek Yoonjun swallowed the words, 'You seem to have quite an achievement, so it doesn't seem you would go around getting beaten up.'

"Phew."

At Baek Yoonjun's question, Zhang Sanfeng let out a deep sigh and answered.

"Martial artists in black robes attacked the Diancang Sect."

"An attack?"

At the word 'attack', Baek Yoonjun frowned.

Since Baek Yoonjun hated the words 'attack' and 'ambush' the most in the world, it was very bothersome.

"So what happened?"

"Elder Hyunjun Hyun and I blocked them and evacuated the martial artists of Diancang, so the casualties were not that great, but... their martial prowess was not ordinary, and their numbers were not small, so we had no choice but to leave Mount Diancang."

"It must have been a disaster."

"That's right. And so, in the process of fighting with the martial artists in black and escaping, I came this far, and when my energy ran out, I collapsed, and Brother Baek found me."

Baek Yoonjun's mouth tasted bitter.

Since there were two people he had not only eaten with but also cut down a large number of villains with, not just strangers, it was very bitter.

Baek Yoonjun quietly recalled the other person who had been with him at that time, Hyunjun Hyun.

A strange old man who talked about swords while shooting a bow.

And yet, he shot a bow amazingly well.

And most of all.

'The food was delicious.'

He had cooked amazingly well at the tavern.

Although there were other memories, since the food part was so strong, he only remembered that part accurately.

'Uh... but seeing Brother Zhang, that elder must also be in a pretty difficult situation...'

At that, he felt embarrassed for no reason.

"Brother Zhang, since your body must also be unwell, please don't mind anything else and rest well."

Therefore, he changed the subject again.

"I have become indebted to you unintentionally. I am only sorry to Brother Baek."

"Since one more person doesn't change much, it's okay."

Unless Baek Yoonjun was traveling alone, whether one person was added or two were added, it was equally uncomfortable.

'Welcome is welcome, and uncomfortable is uncomfortable, so as soon as the treatment is over, we should part ways. I have a bad feeling about something.'

Although it was uncomfortable because he was a person, he had a feeling that something troublesome would happen from Zhang Sanfeng.

"But where is Brother Baek heading?"

And so, as Baek Yoonjun was lost in thought, Zhang Sanfeng asked.

"We are heading to Sichuan."

Since it was not something to hide, the answer came out of Baek Yoonjun's mouth right away.

"Huh?"

At Baek Yoonjun's words, Zhang Sanfeng was flustered.

"The place we were supposed to gather later is also Sichuan..."

"What? Really?"

"It's true. How can there be such a coincidence? It seems Brother Baek and I are not an ordinary connection!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily with a good-natured face.

"So it seems... right?"

Looking at such a Zhang Sanfeng, although Baek Yoonjun did not show it on the outside, he laughed heartily with an uncomfortable heart.

'It seems I'm going to get involved in something really, really troublesome.'

Baek Yoonjun fiercely regretted having picked up Zhang Sanfeng.

'Ah, damn it. But I couldn't just leave a dying person alone!'

If he hadn't seen him, it would be a different story.

For Baek Yoonjun, with his nature, it was also a very difficult thing to pretend not to see a person dying in front of his eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng, who naturally could not know such feelings of Baek Yoonjun, laughed good-naturedly.

"My, my. To be indebted to you again like this! I don't know how long I will have to be indebted to Brother Baek!"

"It must be fate."

Since Baek Yoonjun, with his homebody introvert nature, could never do something like raining on the parade of the person who seemed genuinely happy, he awkwardly continued to play along.

And so, by the time Baek Yoonjun's uncomfortable feeling was piercing through the ground, a figure outside the carriage was unintentionally listening to their conversation.

'Zhang Sanfeng? Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng?'

Hong Yungae was originally a beggar.

A beggar's long-standing livelihood was to hear rumors and use them as a means of begging.

To such a Hong Yungae, the name Zhang Sanfeng was not unfamiliar.

'The Taiji Sword God!'

Although Baek Yoonjun, who was only interested in being cooped up in a corner of his room and training in martial arts, was ignorant of rumors.

'He's a rising star these days!'

Currently, the name Zhang Sanfeng was quite famous among martial artists.

'A martial artist who has awakened the mysteries of Taiji and has independently developed a martial art based on it! Isn't he the martial artist who is the most rumored in the marketplace these days!'

Since Hong Yungae was usually very interested in martial arts, he had also heard quite a lot of information about martial artists.

Therefore, he was excited.

'Wow, to think I would meet the Taiji Sword God, whom I had only heard about in rumors. At this rate, am I going to see the Sichuan Divine Doctor in Sichuan?'

He was a little too excited.

(End of Chapter)