I Became the Hidden Chapter 64

Although morale had risen due to Baek Yoonjun's presence, the situation did not look very good.

'For now, the humans who are properly dealing with those zombies are Brother Zhang, Elder Blacksmith, and that strange guy who wears a mask in broad daylight named Zhuge something, and some others?'

By Baek Yoonjun's standards, Zhang Sanfeng and Gu Wolju were on the stronger side among the third-rate, and in the case of Zhuge Wuhyeon, he stood out due to his very peculiar appearance.

Other than that.

'Was that brat the great disciple of the Emei Sect? Her movements are better than the masked guy.'

In his field of vision, he saw the Emei Sect party he had met before dealing with the jiangshi.

"Kyaa! Kyaa!"

"Great Senior Sister, please calm down!"

"It's gross! Don't come!!"

At the sight of them beating the jiangshi with all sorts of objects while screaming, Baek Yoonjun.

'Do three high school girls have the combat power of one tank?'

He was recalling the three high school girls, one tank theory he had seen somewhere in his past life.

'Sigh, does the Emei Sect only have brats like that?'

Baek Yoonjun shook his head and turned his gaze to the battlefield.

Although he had cut down quite a lot of jiangshi, as if they were continuously sprouting from somewhere, the jiangshi appeared endlessly.

'There's no end.'

Although the situation had improved a lot thanks to Baek Yoonjun cutting them down one by one, it didn't seem like it would end this way.

'Do I have to do it after all?'

Having made a big decision in his own way, Baek Yoonjun spread his senses.

He, who usually preferred only a small-scale sense for his needs, spread an incredibly vast sense.

His sense began to cover the entire Sichuan area.

'Ugh! People! Ugh!'

Every time a person was caught in his sense, Baek Yoonjun flinched and frowned.

Although he wanted to drop everything and go home right away, since he had not yet found Tang Yuhwa's well-being, and he saw quite a few familiar faces, it was difficult to pretend not to know.

Baek Yoonjun's sense spread beyond Sichuan with all its might, and it spread not only around but also up and down.

Baek Yoonjun's sense, which had covered the vicinity of Sichuan, spread in a spherical shape.

Although Baek Yoonjun continued to flinch at the feeling of people caught in his sense, he sorted out the senses of the jiangshi within it.

'Why are there so many?!'

The existence of the jiangshi was not limited to the ground.

The presence of numerous jiangshi was felt underground, and they were continuously coming up to the ground.

'This is why they keep getting refilled.'

Baek Yoonjun clicked his tongue and moved on to the next action.

Spreading his internal energy in all directions within his sense, he grabbed the jiangshi.

Baek Yoonjun slowly stretched out his right hand and lifted it up.

Accordingly, the scattered internal energy, while holding the jiangshi, moved according to Baek Yoonjun's hand gesture.

Kugugung!!

The ground within Baek Yoonjun's sense shook like crazy as if an earthquake had occurred.

"Wh-what is this?!"

"It's an earthquake!!"

Although the people on the ground were flustered by the sudden earth tremor, since Baek Yoonjun was coordinating his internal energy in detail, there was no great damage.

After a short while, numerous jiangshi floated up into the sky.

The floated jiangshi were gathered in one place and were clumped into a sphere.

Baek Yoonjun, in accordance with that, stretched out his palm towards the jiangshi.

Then he slowly closed his palm.

At that, the jiangshi that had been clumped into a sphere began to be crushed according to the movement of Baek Yoonjun's hand.

Kwa-deuk.

It felt as if they were being compressed by some kind of force.

It did not take long for all the jiangshi to be compressed and become a handful of blood.

Even that handful of blood, as Baek Yoonjun shook his hand, was scattered by the wind, and not even a shape remained.

At that unbelievable transcendent sight, everyone except Baek Yoonjun stared blankly up at the sky.

Although it had been a desperate battlefield until just now, now not even a small breath could be heard.

In the silence, Baek Yoonjun let out a small breath.

'I thought it would work, but it did.'

Baek Yoonjun felt a sense of pride and self-esteem in what he had accomplished.

'This is third-rate!'

It was a pride in the third-rate.

Baek Yoonjun thought that he had understood the realm of the third-rate a little more deeply.

'But if this much is third-rate, how much of a monster is the second-rate?'

At the same time, his fear of the realm of the second-rate deepened.

And so, Baek Yoonjun, who was trembling in fear, faced another fear.

It was because people's gazes were all directed at him.

Although he had been distracted by the jiangshi before, since everything was sorted out now, people's gazes were all directed at Baek Yoonjun and did not seem to fall.

'I want to go home.'

Although they were all gazes of respect, in Baek Yoonjun's eyes, it just looked like a scene from a horror movie where the gazes were focused on one place.

Although he would have just run away if it were the usual, leaving his disciples and all.

'I have no strength in my body.'

This time, that was difficult.

Perhaps because he had used more internal energy than usual, he had no strength in his body, and a feeling of fatigue washed over him.

'It's been a long time since I've been tired. If I'm not careful, I might misstep and fall, so should I go down for now?'

Although it was difficult to perform his lightness skill to its fullest, it was not difficult to go down.

Since he had no energy in his body, he came down to the ground very slowly.

The problem was that although Baek Yoonjun had acted because he had no strength, it did not look that way to others.

The appearance of Baek Yoonjun, who had sorted out the whole situation and was slowly coming down to the ground, was enough to instill a sense of awe in others.

Since there were many people whose lives had been saved by Baek Yoonjun, the awe had long since surpassed a frenzy.

"Immortal!!"

"Thank you for saving us! Thank you!"

People flocked to Baek Yoonjun, who had come down to the ground.

'Why are you coming this way?!'

Baek Yoonjun screamed in his heart and shuddered.

But since he was not in a state where he had strength in his body as usual, it was also difficult to run away.

'Save me!!'

As he was surrounded by the crowd, Baek Yoonjun froze.

Although he had frozen because he was fed up with the crowd, he looked fine on the outside.

That appearance, in the eyes of others, was added with awe and looked like the appearance of a hero who had finished everything and was standing loftily.

"Kraaaaaa-waaaaaah!!"

Thanks to that, the humans around Baek Yoonjun lost their language and let out cheers that came from their instincts.

'What? Why are you screaming?'

That appearance was just scary to Baek Yoonjun.

'Home! I want to go home!'

Although he wanted to go home more fiercely than before, he couldn't.

At that moment, a group was coming towards Baek Yoonjun, parting the crowd.

"I'll pass!"

It was a face that Baek Yoonjun also knew.

'Elder Blacksmith!'

On that day, Gu Wolju's rough face looked like an angel to Baek Yoonjun.

"Everyone, step back! I know you're happy, but since the immortal has used a lot of his strength, shouldn't we let him rest!"

Gu Wolju skillfully made the crowd retreat.

Baek Yoonjun was moved by that.

'Elder Blacksmith! Thank you! But calling me immortal, immortal is a bit...'

Of course, since Baek Yoonjun was an extreme homebody introvert, his thoughts did not show on the outside.

Gu Wolju approached Baek Yoonjun, politely bowed his head, and performed a fist-and-palm salute.

"I will escort you."

"Thank you."

At those words, Baek Yoonjun answered briefly and followed behind.

Although there were many things he wanted to say, since he couldn't utter them due to his homebody introvert nature, and most of all, because he was tired.

And so, Baek Yoonjun was guided to a room in a large building.

"If you need anything, please call me anytime."

"I understand. For now, I'll rest a little."

After Gu Wolju left the room, Baek Yoonjun lay down on the bed he saw as if he were diving.

Although he usually just slept, this time was different.

'I'm tired. Very tired.'

Perhaps because there was no one watching, Baek Yoonjun, who was stretched out on the bed, scanned his surroundings.

It was a quite luxurious and large residence.

Perhaps because he was tired, since the control of his senses was not good, the people near the residence he was in were caught in his senses.

'Let's not mind it. Don't mind it.'

Even in his tired state, Baek Yoonjun tried to reduce his senses as much as possible.

Fortunately, perhaps because it was something he had been doing usually, it was not incredibly difficult.

As his senses were greatly reduced, Baek Yoonjun, who was relieved, observed his inner self.

'It's exactly half.'

He had never consumed so much internal energy since he had dealt with the three very strong ruffians in the past.

'Since it was the first time I did it, there was a lot of waste.'

As befitting a homebody introvert, the first thought that came to Baek Yoonjun was a negative one.

Although it was negative, since it was a reflection, it was not bad.

In fact, since the situation had looked so bad, he had done something in a hurry and had not been able to use his internal energy efficiently.

'Would it be a little better if I divided it into forms and operated it?'

Baek Yoonjun thought about forms.

Although he didn't know anything in particular, he only had a memory of hearing from his friend from his past life that martial arts were operated by dividing them into forms.

'It doesn't suit me.'

Baek Yoonjun was quite serious about martial arts in his own way.

So he had agonized over a way to operate it efficiently in his own way.

For that reason, he had also tried to make up form names, but it didn't fit at all.

'It seems it's better to operate it on the spot than to decide on a form and make it and use it.'

No matter how much he tried, just using it was better in both efficiency and power.

'Since just letting go of everything is the most efficient, I can't help it. For now, let's continue like this.'

Having finished his contemplation on martial arts, Baek Yoonjun lay down, performed breathing exercises, and gathered the surrounding energy.

'I think I've gathered and poured all the surrounding energy, so why isn't it filling up?'

With a dumbfounded heart, Baek Yoonjun observed the dantian inside him.

'It's damn small.'

Baek Yoonjun's dantian was smaller than a speck of dust.

'Three specks of dust.'

Baek Yoonjun observed the dantians in his navel, heart, and head in order.

'Why isn't it filling up?!'

Getting annoyed, Baek Yoonjun observed the inside of his dantian.

A vast sea of internal energy, whose end was hard to feel at once, unfolded.

Even Baek Yoonjun did not know its size.

'I think I heard somewhere that a human contains a microcosm within them, so was this a metaphor for that?'

Feeling a sense of futility at the sea of internal energy that was not even half full, Baek Yoonjun ended his observation.

"Phew..."

Although it was an internal observation he did from time to time, it was amazing every time he saw it.

'If even a third-rate's dantian contains so much, how big is a second-rate's?'

As he thought about the realm of the second-rate, which seemed to be within his grasp but was not, everything became futile.

Baek Yoonjun let go of everything and buried his body in the bed.

Perhaps because he was in a quite difficult state, he fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

-Haha, Master, where shall I escort you?

-Master, I'm tired.

-Master, the flowers are so pretty.

-Master, when are we going to train?

That day, Baek Yoonjun had a dream of traveling through a peaceful Central Plains with the disciples he had taught so far.

For some reason, it was a dream where Zhuge Hyun, who was not even a disciple, was driving a carriage, and he was having a pleasant chat with his disciples inside.

And so, time passed, and Baek Yoonjun opened his eyes.

"Ha, what a dream..."

Baek Yoonjun became very futile.

'A brat who is reluctant to even go outside, what's with the traveling.'

Letting out a deep sigh, Baek Yoonjun raised his body.

'In the first place, the kids don't even know each other. It's just a nonsense dream. Let's not mind it.'

Although he had arrived when it was getting dark, since the surroundings were bright, it seemed quite a lot of time had passed.

As he stealthily and gently spread his senses, although the surroundings were busy, only the residence where Baek Yoonjun was was quiet.

There was only one person waiting in front of the door.

'Did they attach a helper? For now, I should collect my thoughts and get some help.'

Although he had tried to wake up and come to his senses, Baek Yoonjun, who had not yet escaped from the afterglow of the dream, felt a very distant emotion.

'A trip with everyone, although it's ridiculous, it does seem like it would be nice to actually go.'

Baek Yoonjun thought of trying to achieve his dream someday.

'Someday, when this neighborhood becomes peaceful, let's try it.'

Of course, the period was undecided.

Having collected his thoughts, Baek Yoonjun cleared his throat and called the person in front of the door.

"Ahem, are you there?"

"Yes! Elder Immortal!"

As Baek Yoonjun called, Zhuge Wuhyeon, who was waiting in front of the door, quickly opened the door, came in, and paid his respects.

'Of all people, this brat?'

Baek Yoonjun shuddered at the fact that a being wearing a mask was waiting in front of the residence where he had slept.

Of course, he did not show it on the outside.

Although Baek Yoonjun was very uncomfortable with everything from the attire to the title of immortal, since there was a more important matter, he endured and quickly brought up his business.

"Do you happen to know the whereabouts of a child named Tang Yuhwa who resides at the Sichuan Clinic?"

"Do you mean the Sichuan Divine Doctor?"

At Zhuge Wuhyeon's words, Baek Yoonjun tilted his head and was at a loss for words for a moment.

"No, not the person called the Sichuan Divine Doctor, but a girl named Tang Yuhwa."

"Then it must be the Sichuan Divine Doctor."

"No, she is a doctor, but to be called a divine doctor..."

At Zhuge Wuhyeon's words, Baek Yoonjun, who had been denying it out of disbelief, trailed off at a sudden thought.

'Could it be that Yuhwa's medical skills have improved to the point where she is called a divine doctor after she left the mountain?'

As his thoughts reached that point, Baek Yoonjun was engulfed in a sense of self-reproach.

'With just what I taught her, she wouldn't have received the title of divine doctor even if she had studied... Could it be that she has another master?'

As his thoughts reached that point, Baek Yoonjun felt a sense of futility, a sense of self-reproach, and even a very small sense of betrayal.

'She even did that terrible thing to me! No. Sigh, since she was so passionate about medicine, it's right that she learns from someone with ability.'

Baek Yoonjun blessed the future of the girl who had once been his disciple with a bitter smile.

But such thoughts of Baek Yoonjun did not last long.

"That... about the Sichuan Divine Doctor. It is said that she was kidnapped on her way back from a house call..."

"What?"

Because the subsequent words contained a very shocking content.

(End of Chapter)