Tang Yuhwa's party, having arrived at the Emei Sect smoothly.

"The recipe for the Great Return Pill! It's urgent!!"

As soon as she saw the sect leader, Jihwa Shinni, who had come out to greet them, Tang Yuhwa's eyes flipped, and she rushed at her.

"Senior Sister, calm down. She's an elder."

As if she had predicted such an action from Tang Yuhwa, Zhuge Hwaryeong quickly snatched her.

"Let go."

"Calm down."

Since there was quite a height difference between Zhuge Hwaryeong and Tang Yuhwa, and since Tang Yuhwa was no different from an ordinary person if she didn't use her killing techniques, she was suppressed relatively easily.

Zhuge Hwaryeong activated a talisman and attached it to the forehead of the captured Tang Yuhwa.

After even attaching the talisman, it looked as if she were sealing a vengeful ghost.

And so, while a farce was unfolding behind them, Su Yeohyang stepped forward, bowed politely to Jihwa Shinni, and performed a half-palm salute with one hand in front of her chest.

"Have you been well, Master? Benefactor Yuhwa is like that because her heart is in a hurry, so please understand."

"I understand. Yeohyang has brought precious guests."

Jihwa Shinni received Su Yeohyang's greeting and performed a half-palm salute.

"First, please come inside. Yeohyang. Please escort the guests to the reception hall."

"I understand. Everyone, please follow me."

The party entered the Emei Sect, guided by Su Yeohyang.

Having entered the Emei Sect, Zhuge Hwaryeong scanned her surroundings.

Unlike the Shaolin Sect, which was a fellow Buddhist sect, its scale was small, but nevertheless, an old fragrance could be seen here and there.

And.

"There are a lot of girls?"

"Our sect is originally like that."

Su Yeohyang answered Zhuge Hwaryeong's question as if embarrassed.

The inside of the Emei Sect was to the point that it was confusing whether this was a Buddhist gate or a welfare institution that had gathered parentless girls.

The children were playing among themselves, and as soon as they discovered Su Yeohyang, they swarmed around her.

"It's Sister Hyang!!"

"Ahem! You should call her Great Senior Sister!"

"Sister, sister, was it fun outside?"

The young children surrounded Su Yeohyang and were busy pouring out only their own words, a characteristic behavior of children, and the relatively older children were busy cautioning such kids.

Of course, the children showed interest not only in Su Yeohyang but also in the guests.

The most popular among them was, for some reason, Tang Yuhwa.

"Hey. Are you a new kid?"

"I'm an adult."

"You're an adult, but you're tiny!"

"Adults can be small too."

The kids surrounded Tang Yuhwa, who was being carried, tightly hugged in Zhuge Hwaryeong's arms, and chattered.

Tang Yuhwa, who was not used to kids, was out of her mind.

"Junior Sister, let's move quickly."

She urged, patting the arm of Zhuge Hwaryeong, who was holding her.

"Senior Sister, if you've come to your senses, should I put you down?"

"Why are you imitating my way of speaking?"

"I'm imitating it because it looks fun."

Tang Yuhwa glared at Zhuge Hwaryeong, who was imitating her way of speaking, and then let out a deep sigh.

'I, the adult, will endure.'

In fact, if they went by age, Zhuge Hwaryeong was older, but she, who was mentally more of an adult, decided to endure.

Above all, since her mind was occupied with other things now, she had no time to spare for such trivial things.

'In a little while, the recipe for the Great Return Pill will be in my hands.'

Thinking of that, the current hardship was a trivial thing.

'Master... just wait a little.'

Because she had the hope that the recipe for the Great Return Pill would soon be in her hands, and with it, she would be able to wake up the comatose Baek Yoonjun.

But such a hope of Tang Yuhwa was soon shattered.

"With just this, nothing can be done."

After arriving at the reception hall, Tang Yuhwa looked blankly at the chest that Jihwa Shinni had brought, listening to her explanation.

A chest that was firmly sealed even from the outside.

The recipe for the Great Return Pill was said to be inside it.

"It is said that the Green Jade Fire Palm is needed to release the seal."

"What if we just open it..."

"The recipe inside will be lost forever."

"Then where is the Green Jade Fire Palm...?"

"It was the possession of Shaolin, but I have heard that it is currently lost."

At Jihwa Shinni's words, Tang Yuhwa received a shock as if the sky were turning yellow.

'Master... what do I do now...'

---

A village near Shaolin.

There, Hyejin was looking at Hong Yungae blankly.

"Brother Hong."

"Why do you call, younger brother Hyejin?"

"That, wasn't it used as a weapon?"

Hyejin asked, looking at the object that Hong Yungae was stirring a large cauldron with.

"I've broken many a dog-like bastard's head with this."

"Isn't it very unhygienic to stir food with that?"

Hong Yungae answered, stirring the unidentified miscellaneous soup in the cauldron with his beloved weapon, the Dog Beating Jade Staff.

"Where does a beggar have the leisure to be picky about tools? You just use whatever you can get your hands on."

"No, no matter how much..."

"I made this for younger brother Hyejin, taking out everything that monks can't eat, are you not going to eat it?"

"Uh... um..."

Hyejin frowned, looking at the unidentified thick liquid in the cauldron.

No matter how he looked, it just looked like a miscellaneous soup that only an animal would eat.

'I'm grateful for the thought, but...'

Hyejin, who was worrying in his heart, struggled to open his mouth to express his refusal.

"I, for one..."

"I made this exactly as Master used to make it."

"I must eat it."

But at the sight of Hong Yungae, who looked somewhat dark, perhaps because he was thinking of his collapsed master, Hyejin could not bear to utter a refusal.

A moment later, the food was ready.

"Although it looks like this, it's edible..."

"Really? Eat a lot. I'm full from eating meat."

Hong Yungae had a bad expression, but seeing Hyejin eating well, he had a somewhat bitter smile.

It was because he was reminded of Baek Yoonjun, who was still unconscious and had collapsed.

'Master... please get well soon. This disciple still has a lot to learn.'

---

In a building like an abandoned house in a certain village.

"That's right! Stretch your arms more vigorously like that!"

"Like this?"

Baek Yoonjun was moving his arms and legs according to the old man's instructions.

In his sight, it was a very monotonous and seemingly meaningless fist art.

Therefore, although he was indifferent at first.

'Now that I'm doing it, this is also fine.'

Baek Yoonjun was satisfied with the current situation to some extent.

"Although you look frail on the outside, it's really strange where such strength comes from."

He was satisfied with receiving praise while learning.

The situation of learning from someone else, not self-teaching, somehow brought peace to his mind.

"Ah, to have obtained such a talent in my old age. The heavens have not abandoned our Biyeolmun."

"You praise me too much, Master."

On top of that, the existence of a master he had obtained for the first time.

'Honestly, I can't say he's outstanding at all, but...'

Although in terms of martial arts, Baek Yoonjun was thousands of times ahead, just the existence of a master made him feel at ease.

'Even if I make a mistake, it's not my fault.'

Although there was a slightly impure heart, Baek Yoonjun was quite satisfied with the current situation.

'Indeed, until now, there have been a lot of things that were a bit too much for me.'

He had been swept up in the battle at Shaolin, and for some reason, he had become the leader of the alliance.

On top of that, as a representative, he had gone to another sect and had even experienced a crisis of losing his mind for a very short moment.

For Baek Yoonjun, who just wanted to be cooped up in a corner of a room, all of them were hardships.

'The scale has been too big until now. For me, a neighborhood dojo like this is the limit...'

A weak martial arts school where the only disciple was himself, with a master to whom he could pass on the blame for his mistakes.

Moreover, the village also had few people and no vitality.

Although it was more uncomfortable than being cooped up in a corner of a room, it was still a reasonably comfortable situation.

Perhaps because of such a situation, Baek Yoonjun could feel at ease and fall into various thoughts.

'As expected, it seems that internal energy is the best fit for a person to operate energy.'

Baek Yoonjun had operated various energies until now.

The energy drawn from the Heart Sword, following the internal energy, and the natural energy scattered outside.

'The moment the natural energy moves according to my will, it doesn't feel like a natural energy.'

In terms of power itself, it was more infinite and larger than internal energy, but the sense of incongruity that came from it was something that was far from being completely his own.

'The Heart Sword is mine, but... it's most suitable to use this as the Heart Sword itself.'

Since the Heart Sword was an energy that had occurred from within himself, there was a feeling that it was his own.

However, drawing energy from the already unstable Heart Sword and using it like internal energy felt inefficient.

And so, Baek Yoonjun, who was thinking of the pros and cons of the energies he used and comparing them with internal energy, felt a tingly sensation in his head.

'I feel like I can go further...'

Although Baek Yoonjun felt that he could obtain an enlightenment that would go further from here, it was not easily caught.

"Let's stop here for today."

"Thank you for your hard work in teaching."

At the old man's command, Baek Yoonjun stopped his movements and his thoughts at the same time.

'It doesn't seem like it will be caught for now, so...'

Since just feeling the feeling itself was a great harvest, Baek Yoonjun easily let go of his lingering attachment.

The old man, looking at Baek Yoonjun, pondered for a moment with a serious look.

"Do you have any intention of formally joining the Biyeolmun?"

At those words, Baek Yoonjun also pondered.

'Hmm, I thought it was a useless thing, but there's a benefit... on top of that, since he's an old man who's on his last legs, it feels a bit comfortable to deal with him...'

Baek Yoonjun, who was worrying with a similar look to the old man, first uttered a question.

"Are there many people in the Biyeolmun?"

At Baek Yoonjun's question, this time the old man pondered.

And so, time passed again.

"There was one, but... it's right to see that there isn't, so you can say you're the only one."

"I'll do it."

At those words, Baek Yoonjun immediately made a decision.

As Baek Yoonjun readily agreed without a single moment of hesitation, the old man just blinked his eyes and was flustered.

"You don't have to think about it?"

"There's nothing to think about."

A master to whom he could pass on the responsibility, who was easy to deal with, and there were no people?

For Baek Yoonjun, it was the optimal condition.

'Ah, so this is the taste of being a disciple.'

Baek Yoonjun thought of his disciples for a moment.

The disciples who had wanted to learn martial arts from him, who was only at the third-rate level.

'What those brats needed was not just martial arts, but the existence of a shield like this... a fence.'

Baek Yoonjun was convinced, beautifying the rude word.

For whatever reason he had taken it, the old man opened his mouth with a very moved look.

"I'll be in your care. I am Biyeol, the head of the Biyeolmun."

"What?"

At the old man's self-introduction, Baek Yoonjun froze for a moment.

"How can a person's name be Biyeol?"

"Haha, isn't it fun that the name of the martial arts school and my name are the same? My surname is Bi, which means to fly, and my name is Yeol, which means fierce. Of course, the name of the martial arts school is also the same."

Although Baek Yoonjun wondered why it was not Biyeol, which means despicable, he did not utter it.

"I am Baek Yoonjun."

Instead, he uttered his name.

"Baek Yoonjun...?"

The old man's eyes widened at hearing Baek Yoonjun's name.

After looking at his face for a moment, he repeatedly muttered Baek Yoonjun.

"Could it be the White Robed Sword Immortal...?"

The tiresome title came out of the old man's mouth.

'Hah, that tiresome name again...'

Baek Yoonjun's impression naturally frowned.

"...Your name is the same as his."

Whether it was fortunate or not, the old man did not seem to be able to associate Baek Yoonjun with the White Robed Sword Immortal.

"Come to think of it, you, like the young people these days, have dyed your hair white... and that on your waist, since my eyes are dim, I thought it was a black club... could it be a sword?"

"Uh... it is a sword."

"Tsk, anyway, the young people these days are anxious to imitate if they think something is a little famous..."

The old man clicked his tongue as if rebuking Baek Yoonjun.

"Anyway, the hair naturally turns white when one gets old."

Baek Yoonjun felt very wronged.

"This is natural..."

"The White Robed Sword Immortal also, his hair turned white because he got old against his will!"

"No, this is just white..."

"Stop putting strange dye on your hair! Don't regret it after your hair falls out and you become a bald head!"

Feeling very wronged, he timidly uttered the truth, but it was all buried in the sound of the old man clicking his tongue.

In the midst of that, because he had unconsciously put his hand on his head, he even ended up looking as if he were frustrated.

'No, it's not that I wanted my hair to be white! It just became like this naturally!'

Instead, he shouted loudly inside.

As he shouted loudly inside, he gained a little courage and was about to spit it out, but the old man's bare top of his head came into his eyes, and he bowed his head solemnly.

And so, as an eternity of time was passing for Baek Yoonjun in his perception.

"Old man! Where's the money?!"

At the sudden, rough voice, Baek Yoonjun could be released from the eternal, wronged nagging.

(End of Chapter)