I Became the Hidden Chapter 33

The needle, filled with poison, was thrown from Tang Yuhwa's hand.

Although it was imbued with internal energy, the amount was not much, and the throwing posture was unstable, so the flying speed was slow.

"How dare you!"

Therefore, the coppery-skinned man saw the needle thrown by Tang Yuhwa and reacted sufficiently.

"Where do you think you're going?"

But as soon as the coppery-skinned man tried to react, Baek Yoonjun drew his beloved sword, Black Iron Bright Night, and plunged it into the man's instep.

"Kyaaaak!!"

As the sword was stuck in his instep, the man screamed.

At the same time as plunging the sword into the man's instep, Baek Yoonjun did not forget to twist all the qi and blood in the man's foot.

"Keuk! Keuuuk!!"

As the pain wracked his entire body, the man kicked off with his other foot and tried to get away.

"I told you to stay still, didn't I?"

Stab!

Baek Yoonjun pulled out Black Iron Bright Night and plunged it into the man's other foot.

As expected, at the same time as stabbing, he did not forget to twist the qi and blood in the man's foot.

"Keok! Keo-eoeok!!"

The man, whose qi and blood in both legs were twisted, crawled on the floor.

Since he had only one hand left, he crawled desperately, but he couldn't pick up speed.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?"

Slice.

But even that hand was sent flying by Baek Yoonjun's sword.

Baek Yoonjun's hand gently grasped the head of the man who could not move his hands and feet.

Although the grasping shape was gentle, Baek Yoonjun's fingers dug into the man's head and were firmly fixed.

"Look carefully. At what is killing you."

Baek Yoonjun lifted the man up.

All of this had happened while the needle thrown by Tang Yuhwa was flying.

The man, who could do nothing, opened his eyes wide.

And.

Stab.

The needle thrown by Tang Yuhwa slowly began to dig into the man's chest.

At the same time, the surrounding time seemed to return to normal.

"What? What?!"

"What just happened?!"

What remained in people's memories was clearly the moment when the coppery-skinned man was about to grab Tang Yuhwa.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaak!"

But now, the coppery-skinned man was held in the hands of the man with white hair and white clothes, and he was twisting his whole body, screaming like crazy as if his internal organs were being twisted.

In fact, the man's internal organs were being mercilessly twisted and shriveled by Tang Yuhwa's poison.

Even though the extreme pain was wracking his entire body, the man's lofty realm of a transcendent master did not allow him to lose consciousness.

The man shriveled in real time, screaming continuously, and in the end, he dried up completely like a mummy.

Crumble.

That withered mummy turned into powder and scattered.

Baek Yoonjun, who was watching that scene in real time, was calm on the outside, but he was cowering inside.

'I shouldn't make Yuhwa angry in the future.'

Baek Yoonjun dusted off the powder remaining on his hand and approached Tang Yuhwa, whose expression was not very good.

"Are you okay?"

"Not very okay."

At Tang Yuhwa's indifferent answer, Baek Yoonjun's insides began to shrink even more.

Although he looked calm on the outside, Baek Yoonjun's mind was doing its best to choose the right words to say in this situation.

'Comfort? No, I can't think of a plausible comfort, so that's not it. Ah, why did I have to meddle for no reason when it doesn't suit me? If I had just cut him down, it would have been solved simply.'

After much conflict.

"Well... what is it."

In the end, Baek Yoonjun.

"He was like a plague. Don't think of him as a human."

He decided to pass everything on to the opponent.

'Because the dead don't talk.'

They didn't talk, and he was also a really bad guy.

He was a person who deserved to be killed even by Baek Yoonjun's standards.

"A plague..."

Tang Yuhwa chewed on Baek Yoonjun's words and looked at him straight on.

Although Tang Yuhwa's gaze was scary, since he felt that if he avoided his gaze now, it would be neither this nor that, Baek Yoonjun faced Tang Yuhwa with a nervous heart.

"Can a person become a plague?"

"They can."

"Hmm."

At Tang Yuhwa's suspicious look, Baek Yoonjun flinched inwardly but somehow didn't show it on the outside.

"I understand for now."

Tang Yuhwa's face, who said she understood, was by no means good.

'This brat won't use martial arts unless she's really pushed.'

The fact that it had changed from 'never' to 'unless she's really pushed' was a big change, so Baek Yoonjun was satisfied with the result and avoided Tang Yuhwa's gaze, turning his eyes away.

That appearance looked like he was sharply scanning the battlefield, so all the martial artists who met Baek Yoonjun's gaze flinched, regardless of friend or foe.

And so, Baek Yoonjun's gaze landed on the group of martial artists who had appeared with the coppery-skinned man.

Although Baek Yoonjun had just avoided Tang Yuhwa's gaze, to those martial artists, his gaze came like the gaze of the grim reaper.

"R-run!! He's not someone we can face!"

Starting with someone's shout from the group of martial artists, the group of martial artists immediately left the place.

"Where do you think you're going?"

They had tried to leave.

But Baek Yoonjun's sword, which had appeared in front of them at some point, flashed with a black light and swept them away.

Slice.

At that flash, the life of a martial artist who had reached the peerless realm of a transcendent master was futilely taken away.

"I-in one blow?!"

The group of martial artists was shocked at Baek Yoonjun's endless martial prowess.

But Baek Yoonjun was not satisfied.

'So they're the guys who appeared with all sorts of airs, huh?'

He was very dissatisfied that only one of the group, which should have all been cut down normally, had been cut down.

'To be blocked like this by third-rate or lower guys, I need to rise to second-rate quickly.'

Baek Yoonjun lamented his third-rate realm and swung his sword at the martial artists in front of him.

"B-block!!"

The sword of the martial artist who tried to block Baek Yoonjun's sword was cut down along with the sword, and the life of the martial artist who had blocked it disappeared.

"Dodge!! Get out of here somehow!!"

Baek Yoonjun blocked the path of the martial artists who had chosen to flee.

Even though they had scattered in all different directions, their escape route was blocked by just one person, Baek Yoonjun.

"Shapeshifting...!!"

And he met his end at Baek Yoonjun's sword.

"Oooooh!!"

"It's like a wind sweeping through fallen leaves!"

To the allies watching from the side, the Cheongseong Sect martial artists, Baek Yoonjun's actions felt more reassuring than a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

There was no splendor or technique.

Like the words of some martial artist who had just shouted, it was like a wind blowing between fallen leaves.

Autumn wind and fallen leaves.

The martial artists in that wind crumbled and disappeared as fleetingly as fallen leaves.

Although it should have been a cruel sight of people's lives disappearing, that sight looked like a fleetingly natural phenomenon.

Slice.

Baek Yoonjun's sword struck the neck of the last transcendent martial artist who was trying to flee.

From the Cheongseong Sect's perspective, it was an overwhelming victory.

But no one dared to open their mouth.

Baek Yoonjun scanned his surroundings in the silence.

'Too much attention is gathered.'

All the attention was on Baek Yoonjun.

And since they were even being careful with their breathing, it was truly a silence.

'What should I do about this?'

He had rushed out in a fit of anger because it seemed Tang Yuhwa was about to be caught by some good-for-nothing guy, but after cutting them all down and his head had cooled down again, Baek Yoonjun's homebody introvert nature had exceeded one hundred percent.

'Uh, for now, I can just side with the faction the blacksmith uncle is in and run, right?'

Baek Yoonjun racked his brain to get out of the place as quickly as possible and came up with an answer.

Baek Yoonjun quickly scanned the Sichuan Son family martial artists with his eyes and, choosing his words, realized that he didn't have the confidence to speak at length in his current state.

"Kneel."

Because of that state, Baek Yoonjun spoke briefly.

Thump! Thump! Thump!!

The effect was tremendous.

The Sichuan Son family martial artists, who were watching his expression, all knelt on the floor and began to bow their heads.

"I-I will kneel! If you tell me to bow my head, I will bow! If you tell me to lick the floor, I will lick it!!"

In their eyes, along with fear, another emotion was present.

Awe.

Because they had witnessed Baek Yoonjun's overwhelmingly incomprehensible martial arts, they felt as much awe as fear.

Their current actions were actions of awe rather than fear.

Because they too were martial artists, they had no choice but to revere martial arts.

And Baek Yoonjun, who had become the object of that awe.

'I-I didn't tell them to go that far.'

He was afraid of such actions.

Awe and worship that even felt like madness.

Although other martial artists might have accepted it as a matter of course, to Baek Yoonjun, it just came as fear.

'What? This is scary.'

Baek Yoonjun stepped back.

Since his exterior was fine, even his stepping back was full of grace.

Baek Yoonjun stepped back, took Tang Yuhwa, and then performed his lightness skill to its fullest.

And after Baek Yoonjun had disappeared.

"Waaaaaaaaah!!"

"This is Cheongseong!"

"There is an immortal in Cheongseong!"

Cheers overflowed in Sichuan.

Enemies and allies, without exception, all let out a cheer.

A martial artist of overwhelming martial power, with a white robe, white hair, and a black sword.

That appearance was reminiscent of someone from the past, and naturally, that nickname came to the martial artists' lips.

"The White-Robed Sword Immortal! It is the incarnation of the White-Robed Sword Immortal!!"

"The White-Robed Sword Immortal!!"

The cheers soon turned into praise for the White-Robed Sword Immortal, and it directly reached the ears of Baek Yoonjun, who was hiding on a nearby roof.

'Who is the White-Robed Sword Immortal?!'

Baek Yoonjun, with a dumbfounded face, was lying flat on the roof, afraid that someone might see him.

Although he had originally intended to leave Sichuan immediately, the reason he couldn't was because Tang Yuhwa had stopped him.

"Do you have something to say?"

Baek Yoonjun asked.

While lying flat on the floor.

"Master."

Tang Yuhwa looked at Baek Yoonjun for a very short moment as if he were pathetic and then turned her gaze away.

"I will stay here."

"...What do you mean by that?"

Baek Yoonjun forgot that he was conscious of people's gazes and corrected his posture.

Feeling his heart sink at Tang Yuhwa's words, he looked back on what he had done wrong.

'Is she angry because I suddenly snatched her? No, she might be angry because I used martial arts to harm people? Or is she disappointed that I'm an extreme homebody introvert?'

Just the reasons that came to mind were dozens.

Baek Yoonjun became gloomy.

Tang Yuhwa looked at Baek Yoonjun and let out a chuckle.

"Master did nothing wrong."

"I-is that so?"

Baek Yoonjun was a little relieved at Tang Yuhwa's words.

But the worry that 'is she just saying that?' still rushed in like crazy.

Tang Yuhwa looked at Baek Yoonjun and felt her heart calm down.

'Master never changes.'

Although his exterior was the very definition of an immortal on earth, his inner self was very soft and yet warm.

Tang Yuhwa approached Baek Yoonjun and patted his shoulder.

Although she had to raise her hand quite a bit due to the large height difference, it was not difficult.

"The reason I'm staying here is because my home is here."

Tang Yuhwa turned her gaze to the Tang family clinic, which had become a complete ruin.

Baek Yoonjun also looked there and nodded his head slightly.

"I see. Well, since you have a home to return to..."

"If I stay here, I can take care of more sick people."

"Right. It would be better to treat patients here than in the mountains."

Although Baek Yoonjun was relieved that Tang Yuhwa was not angry at him, he became very depressed that she was leaving him.

"Right. Since you have a home..."

"Master."

Tang Yuhwa's voice reached Baek Yoonjun's ear.

"How about we live there together?"

At Tang Yuhwa's words, Baek Yoonjun's eyes widened.

He was surprised at Tang Yuhwa's warm smile, which was different from usual, and he was surprised again as he thought about the suggestion.

And he was surprised again at the numerous people on the street.

'No, that's absolutely impossible.'

The street was filled with numerous martial artists shouting like crazy.

Even just the martial artists on the street were many, but if you added the people who had taken refuge and were cooped up in their houses because of the martial artists' fight, the number would be double.

'You want me to live in a place like this?!'

Living here was a very difficult task for Baek Yoonjun, who lived cooped up in a corner of a mountain.

Tang Yuhwa naturally knew Baek Yoonjun's nature.

"Is it impossible after all?"

"It is... isn't it?"

"Then you can come to visit."

Baek Yoonjun blinked his eyes at Tang Yuhwa's request and looked down.

There were a huge number of people.

"No, isn't that impossible?"

"You can come secretly. I'll make it so that people can't enter the house and make a private residence for you, Master."

"Uh, um. If it's that much..."

Baek Yoonjun thought of numerous possibilities, and the answer was.

"It might be possible?"

"Then it's fine. And I'll also come to visit your residence, Master."

"Right. It would be good if you visit often."

Since Tang Yuhwa visiting was a choice that was not burdensome at all for Baek Yoonjun, he nodded his head.

"Well, it's not that I'm staying here right away. I have things to prepare by going back to the mountain first."

"Right. Then let's go back for now."

As soon as the conversation ended, Baek Yoonjun quickly returned to his mountain residence, afraid that Tang Yuhwa might change her mind.

'Yuhwa is also leaving the mountain...'

Although Baek Yoonjun sighed at Tang Yuhwa's leaving the mountain, he felt relieved that she would be staying in a relatively close place.

(End of Chapter)