I Became the Hidden Chapter 129

The thick fog began to clear slowly.

As if the curtain of a performance was rising, in the place where the hazy curtain had disappeared, only a breathtaking silence lingered.

Thud.

In that silence, a single footstep echoed quietly.

-Plum Blossom Sword?

Someone recognized her and broke the silence.

What was revealed in the fog was the Plum Blossom Sword, Cheon Suhye, who had recently been making a name for herself in the Zhongnan area.

In her arms, an unconscious figure in white was held.

Thud, thud.

Every time she took a step, from the fingertips of the figure held in her arms, dark red drops of blood fell, thud, thud.

Although it was just the sound of blood drops falling, that sound echoed loudly in the silence like thunder.

-The person in the Plum Blossom Sword's arms... could it be the White Robed Sword Immortal?!

The people who had discovered Cheon Suhye and Baek Yoonjun let out a groan full of astonishment.

-Plum Blossom Sword! What on earth happened inside?!

Someone hurriedly approached Cheon Suhye, but could not help but flinch.

Cheon Suhye's pupils, which had become empty as if she had swallowed all the sorrow of this world.

In those dry pupils, along with sorrow, a deep affection and a bone-chilling grief were present.

In the silence, Cheon Suhye's dry lips moved.

"Brother Baek... Great Hero Baek, has shouldered all this burden alone."

Her faintly trembling voice echoed clearly on the battlefield.

Cheon Suhye looked down at Baek Yoonjun, who was held in her arms.

A faint warmth was felt at her fingertips, and a breath that seemed as if it would be cut off at any moment.

In the fog, Cheon Suhye had faintly maintained her consciousness.

The deadly poison that had been rampaging in Tang Yuhwa's body.

And the moment he had received the deadly poison with his own body without any hesitation.

Even Cheon Suhye, who had almost no consciousness, could tell that it was no different from a suicidal act.

'Ah...!'

Her memory came back.

The image of Baek Yoonjun, who had saved her and had fallen down a thousand-fathom cliff.

The fact that she had not been able to reach out and grab him at that time had remained as a lifelong regret.

'Brother Baek... this time, this time you are in my arms. But you were such a reliable older brother... why are you so light.'

Cheon Suhye gritted her teeth, swallowing the wail that was about to burst out.

Now was not the time to collapse.

The noble will that he had protected with his life had to be conveyed to everyone in this place now.

"Great Hero Baek... for everyone here... has sacrificed himself."

That one word, a faint voice that seemed as if it would be extinguished at any moment, became a huge wave and swept through the surroundings.

-Ah... the White Robed Sword Immortal, for us... even while becoming such a tragic sight...

Starting with someone's one word, the surroundings were submerged in grief and solemnity.

Martial artists, ordinary people, without distinction, everyone around bowed their heads deeply towards the blood-stained white clothes.

At that moment, a staggering figure pushed through the crowd, parting the thinning fog, and approached.

"Brother Baek..."

It was Zhang Sanfeng.

The cool demeanor from when he had cut down Tagol Hwasang a little while ago could not be found.

His pupils, full of bewilderment and sorrow, were directed at Baek Yoonjun.

"How... how are you like this?"

Zhang Sanfeng's hand quietly wrapped around Baek Yoonjun's hand.

The temperature of that hand, which had become as cold as ice, pierced Zhang Sanfeng's chest like a dagger.

"Why is your hand so cold?"

Zhang Sanfeng pressed his forehead against the back of Baek Yoonjun's hand and sobbed.

"Because of my family's dirty karma... that Brother Baek has become like this..."

In Zhang Sanfeng's mind, the memory of when the fog had just begun to spread came to mind.

-I'm... sorry... Young Master... but...

The final voices of Namgung Jin and the Namgung family martial artists, who were melting in the fog.

-We had stepped in too deep... and we felt that something was going wrong... but... it was too late...

Even as their bodies were melting, the eyes of those who were calmly confessing their sins were full of a deep despair and frustration.

-There were those who had to pay for their... sins... but, not all of the Namgung family was involved... there were also people who had no sin... who had to live...

Unable to finish their words, Namgung Jin and the martial artists of the Namgung family had melted in the fog and disappeared without a trace.

Clang.

Only their armament, which had fallen powerlessly to the ground, told that they had existed there.

The deep sense of loss and confusion that had settled in his chest at that time.

And now.

At the miserable sight of Baek Yoonjun, who was his benefactor and a master of his heart who had given him teachings, the previous emotions were amplified, and his inner self was collapsing.

"Get up, Brother Baek... please open your eyes..."

The tears that flowed from Zhang Sanfeng's eyes fell drop by drop onto the back of Baek Yoonjun's cooling hand.

"I... don't know what to do... so please get up and give this foolish one a teaching..."

The currently famous Taiji Sword God in the Central Plains.

At his desperate wail, even the surrounding martial artists' noses tingled, and they turned their heads.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his reddened eyes and looked at Baek Yoonjun's face, which had become chillingly cold.

He gritted his teeth and swore softly.

"...From now on."

He gripped his sword, which had fallen to the ground, as if it would be crushed.

"I will leave to demand retribution from the Namgung. I will definitely get a blood price from the culprits of this incident."

Leaving behind the solemn oath that echoed around, Zhang Sanfeng quietly moved his feet.

His back was resolute, but it was precarious, as if it would collapse at any moment.

However, at the cool presence that seemed as if it would freeze the surroundings, no one blocked his path.

A dead silence lingered.

In the silence where no one could carelessly open their mouth.

"Sob..."

A suppressed cry burst out.

"Great Hero Baek..."

A large build with a fierce impression.

But his neat monk's robe and neatly shaved head told that he was a monk.

The source of the crying was Hyejin of Shaolin.

"This humble monk, having entered the Buddhist gate, has never seen such a noble self-sacrifice. If the Buddha exists, would he not be like this...!"

At the sincere wail that did not match his fierce impression, Su Yeohyang of the Emei Sect, who was next to him, also put her hands together with reddened eyes.

"Senior Brother Hyejin... your words are right."

Her girlish face, from which the childishness had not yet faded, was full of admiration and respect.

"Namu Amitabha... Great Hero Baek has brought light to Emei, and in Zhongnan, he also brings light to the people. Should not everyone here not forget this grace for the rest of their lives and use it as a lamp..."

The tears of the young martial artists who had not even reached the age of majority.

Zhuge Hwaryeong, who was watching that, gently fixed Baek Yoonjun's disheveled clothes with a trembling hand.

"Master was that kind of person..."

The respect and affection in her eyes became sorrow and welled up in her eyes.

"A person who was always busy taking care of the people around him... while seeming indifferent... a foolish person who had no greed of his own, even though he was a martial artist who had reached a distant realm..."

Although it was a very quiet, almost muttering-like word, that word pierced strongly into the hearts of everyone around.

"But... you can't keep shouldering it all alone... we are by your side... so alone... alone..."

Her hand began to tremble.

The more the shaking of her hand became stronger, the more her sobbing became stronger.

"Sob..."

In the end, Zhuge Hwaryeong's throat was choked, and she sat down on the spot and began to sob.

And Gu Wolju, who had been silently guarding Baek Yoonjun's side, quietly patted such a Zhuge Hwaryeong's shoulder.

"Immortal... as one who has been guarding the Immortal's side, I am ashamed... no, even the word 'guarded' is shameful..."

Following Zhuge Hwaryeong, he began to tidy up Baek Yoonjun's clothes.

"Knowing that the Immortal would naturally throw away his own life to protect the weak... to not have been able to protect his side... rather, rather if he had taken my life...!!"

A transparent light glittered in Gu Wolju's eyes.

Having wiped away his tears with his hand, Gu Wolju finished tidying up Baek Yoonjun's clothes and then turned towards the audience.

"The Immortal has protected righteousness by throwing away his own life like a blade of grass!! I, Gu Wolju, the temporary sect leader of the Qingcheng Sect, declare that this person is the only lamp that will illuminate this era!"

At his solemn declaration, the audience, which had been submerged in sorrow, stirred.

"From the internal strife of Zhongnan to the attack of an unknown origin!! Not a few tragic things have happened in this place!"

Thump!

The sword he had powerfully struck down was stuck in the ground.

"But the Immortal has shown us the path we must take, even while throwing away his life!!"

His declaration, which he had made confidently, enduring his sorrow by gritting his teeth.

That declaration lit a flame in the hearts of the audience, which had been full of only sorrow.

This place, which had been a battlefield until just before, was now no different from a huge altar honoring Baek Yoonjun.

Everyone was holding their breath and honoring his noble sacrifice.

And the person in question, Baek Yoonjun.

'I'm going crazy...'

In fact, he had been awake for a long time.

It was true that his physical condition was not good.

But now that the fog had cleared and he could freely move the energy of nature again, it was not what could be called a fatal wound.

'What on earth is this atmosphere? I can't get up!'

Baek Yoonjun deeply regretted not getting up from his spot right away after coming to his senses.

'But it was unavoidable! How could I get up when Sister Suhye suddenly hugged me with such a sad expression?!'

From then on, Baek Yoonjun continued to observe the situation to get up.

But he froze at the sight of Zhang Sanfeng getting up from his spot with a face full of killing intent after wailing.

'Brother Zhang's eyes are strange, he looks like he's about to cause trouble, so why is no one stopping him?'

After that, he came to his senses and observed the situation, but.

'Monk Hyejin, I'm really sorry, but don't push that face into my face and wail! It's scary!!'

He had frozen again, scared by the sight of Hyejin wailing.

And he had reached the present.

Baek Yoonjun was engulfed by a bad premonition that if this continued, he would never be able to get up from this spot.

'Now, should I get up even now? No! If I don't get up even now, I won't be able to get up!'

Baek Yoonjun, he made up his mind, which was strong for him.

'Let's get up!'

He was about to get up from his spot.

At that moment.

Thud.

Items from Baek Yoonjun's bundle fell to the ground.

It was the very bundle that was full of the items that Zhuge Wuhyun had robbed from Zhongnan.

Due to Baek Yoonjun's nature, he couldn't leave it anywhere, so he had been carrying it around without a moment's separation, but it seemed a hole had been made somewhere in the recent commotion.

Thud. Thud.

The contents inside continued to fall.

"Hmm?"

The first to react to that sound was the weary man who had been submerged in sorrow until just before.

He blinked his eyes and was unconsciously observing the contents that had fallen from Baek Yoonjun's bundle.

And.

"That's the stolen Zhongyang Sword and the Quanzhen Seven Star Seal!"

The weary man, forgetting that he had been soaked in sorrow until just before, was astonished with his eyes wide open.

Thud. Roll.

As if to match his astonishment, an object that shone brilliantly in gold rolled out of the bundle.

"My golden toad!!"

Although the weary man was reacting more intensely to the golden toad than to the divine objects.

"Why on earth did the White Robed Sword Immortal have these...?"

As befitting the leader of the Zhongnan Taoist faction, he recognized what those items were at a glance and expressed his question.

At that moment, Baek Yoonjun.

'I'm screwed!'

He had a premonition that the situation would absolutely not flow smoothly the moment he got up now.

'No, why did the bundle have to burst now?! Why on earth are you doing this to me?!'

Baek Yoonjun became insanely anxious at the situation, which seemed as if it had been rehearsed.

And.

'Let's just keep pretending to be dead. No, let's just die.'

He decided never to get up from his spot.

At that moment.

"Excuse... me."

Tang Yuhwa, who had appeared from who knows where, began to approach Baek Yoonjun, parting the crowd.

"Master... I've saved all the people I could save... now it's your turn, Master..."

Tang Yuhwa, approaching with her eyes glinting with a presence as if she would grab even a dead person by the collar and make them stand up.

"No matter what happens..."

To Baek Yoonjun, that appearance.

"I will save you."

It looked no different from a grim reaper.