Around the time Hong Yungae was collecting his enlightenment.

Baek Yoonjun stealthily picked up the Green Jade Fire Palm that Hong Yungae had placed next to him.

Next to such a Baek Yoonjun, Zhuge Hwaryeong carefully asked.

"Master. Senior Brother Yungae is in that state, so what should we do now?"

"It seems he has entered a state of enlightenment, so we should just leave him be."

"Then what about us?"

"Well, wouldn't it be good to go up?"

Baek Yoonjun tapped his shoulder with the Green Jade Fire Palm.

Perhaps because it was a divine object of Shaolin, it felt as if his shoulder was becoming cool.

"This brat, it seems he has given up his lingering attachment to the Green Jade Fire Palm, but since a person's heart is deceitful, let's quickly take it to Shaolin."

If you put a delicious snack next to someone, even if you decide not to eat it, your hand will go to it at least once.

It was no different from putting chicken in front of a person who had decided to lose weight.

Therefore, Baek Yoonjun decided to remove the source of desire from in front of Hong Yungae's eyes.

At least Baek Yoonjun himself believed that this was all a master's consideration for his disciple's well-being.

"Then are you going to leave Senior Brother Yungae here?"

At Zhuge Hwaryeong's question, Baek Yoonjun looked at Hong Yungae, who was lost in a state of self-absorption.

A shabby beggar sitting alone in the middle of a mountain where a cold wind was blowing fiercely.

'No, why is he being a nuisance by collecting his enlightenment in the middle of a mountain? Should I just leave him?'

Although Baek Yoonjun had no common sense about the martial world and martial arts, he knew that a person became defenseless at the moment of enlightenment.

In this state, if someone were to touch him, his condition could worsen, or his enlightenment could fly away.

'I can't just wait in the middle of a mountain.'

Baek Yoonjun frowned and clicked his tongue.

But they couldn't all just squat here all night, could they?

He very naturally turned his gaze and looked at Zhuge Hwaryeong.

"Hmm... then Hwaryeong-ah, you take care of him and bring him, and the rest of us will go up."

"...What?"

"The person who brought it up can stay by his side. When he wakes up, bring him up."

"No, Master? Me alone?"

"What danger is there in the middle of a mountain. It's enough if one person remains. Good luck."

Zhuge Hwaryeong looked around.

The middle of Mount Song, with its rough mountain terrain.

It was a deep mountain where it felt as if mountain beasts would roam, even if there were no mountain bandits.

"Won't mountain beasts or something come out?"

"That's good. If you're hungry, shall I light a fire so you can eat them?"

To Baek Yoonjun, a mountain beast was just a single meal, so he had no particular thought.

Since by his standards, a passing villager was more frightening than a tiger or a bear in the mountains.

"Then I'm going. Good luck."

"E-excuse me, Master? Master!!"

Although Zhuge Hwaryeong called out to Baek Yoonjun pitifully, Baek Yoonjun's figure was already far away.

"Good luck."

Tang Yuhwa lightly patted such a Zhuge Hwaryeong's shoulder and then left.

And so, only Zhuge Hwaryeong and Hong Yungae were left alone in the middle of the mountain.

---

When Baek Yoonjun's party arrived at Mount Song, Shaolin was in a complete uproar.

The mountain gate had opened in the middle of the night, and the person who should have been enshrined in Shaolin had walked in from outside, perfectly fine, so it was understandable.

"W-w-w-White Robed Sword Immortal?!"

"Is it a ghost?! How can the White Robed Sword Immortal, who was in a coma, be walking around perfectly fine?!"

The monks who were offering prayers in the middle of the night were startled and made way.

The surprise did not end there.

Baek Yoonjun, who was afraid of people, quickly passed through that spot.

"Benefactor Baek?"

As soon as he found Shinseung, he handed over the Green Jade Fire Palm he was holding.

"It is a Green Jade Fire Palm."

"Are you saying this is a Green Jade Fire Palm?!"

The various abbots of Shaolin who had followed Baek Yoonjun and Shinseung were astonished, looking at the stick that Baek Yoonjun had handed over.

A staff made of jade with a bluish tint.

But it was an object that looked very familiar.

"This... isn't this what Benefactor Hong used to beat people with?"

Shinseung immediately recognized that the Green Jade Fire Palm had been the Dog Beating Jade Staff.

"Isn't that the object he used to smash the heads of the alliance brats... no, their heads with."

"Heo..."

At the abbots' words, Baek Yoonjun recalled the past.

He recalled Hong Yungae smashing the heads of various people with the Green Jade Fire Palm, which had been the Dog Beating Jade Staff.

'Aww, that brat Yungae. He should have been moderate.'

He temporarily put down the memory that it was Baek Yoonjun himself who had taught him that martial art.

'For now, this isn't all there is.'

To quickly bring the situation under control, he gestured to Tang Yuhwa with his eyes.

Tang Yuhwa handed over the book with the recipe for the Great Return Pill to Shinseung.

"It is the recipe for the Great Return Pill."

"Heo, to think you really found this..."

Although Shinseung was not particularly surprised, since it was he himself who had told them that the recipe for the Great Return Pill would be in Emei, the reaction of the surroundings was different.

"The recipe for the Great Return Pill?!"

"Heo, how can the recipe for the Great Return Pill, which was lost in our sect..."

The Great Return Pill.

Among the divine medicines of Shaolin, the best, a legendary divine medicine that was said to increase one's internal energy by at least one cycle and to clear blocked qi and blood as soon as it was eaten.

Its recipe had reappeared in the world after hundreds of years.

Compared to the Green Jade Fire Palm, whose existence itself was uncertain, since the Great Return Pill was in the records, the verification was fast.

"Th-this is... the original! The combination of the ingredients and the refining method match the contents recorded in the ancient documents!"

"The lost content in the ancient documents also seems to be the original, judging from this humble monk's knowledge!!"

"Oh, Buddha!"

"Namu Amitabha...!"

Starting with the monk in charge of verification, the various abbots were moved to tears and put their hands together in prayer.

The existence of Baek Yoonjun, the return of the Green Jade Fire Palm, the revival of the Great Return Pill.

All of this had happened in one night.

The atmosphere of Shaolin was in a state where it would hold a festival at any moment, engulfed in excitement.

In the midst of that, Baek Yoonjun felt a sense of burden and curiosity.

'Uh... why do I seem to be fine even though there are a lot of people?'

The original Baek Yoonjun would have been startled as if an allergic reaction had occurred in his body if there were a lot of people, and he would have had to make all sorts of mental preparations and wear a bamboo hat low to barely be able to walk around.

But now, although there was a sense of burden, his instinctive sense of rejection had decreased a lot.

Baek Yoonjun slowly retraced his old memories.

The memories of collapsing from Tang Yuhwa's poison, pretending to be dead, and entering the Biyeolmun.

'Come to think of it, in the past, I wouldn't have acted so boldly...'

He would not have usually thought of entering a martial arts school, making a master and a junior brother, and putting them in front of him.

Well, still, the instinct to avoid people remained, and it was the same now.

'Hmm... has something changed?'

Baek Yoonjun contemplated his inner self.

Although he had come to his senses right after collapsing from being poisoned by Tang Yuhwa's rampage, his body was not completely healed.

Baek Yoonjun slowly scanned the existence of the poison remaining in his inner self.

'Could it be that my sense of burden towards people has decreased because of the poison? No, to be precise, has it been paralyzed?'

Although Baek Yoonjun's psychological state had not changed, it was definitely strange that he was not instinctively running away even though he was among people.

The one who had felt such an abnormality of Baek Yoonjun was not just himself.

Tang Yuhwa stealthily approached Baek Yoonjun and then whispered.

"Master, are you okay?"

"What?"

"You didn't run away even though there are a lot of people."

"Uh... I was just thinking that was strange too. Is it because of the poison?"

"Poison?"

At the word 'poison', Tang Yuhwa grabbed Baek Yoonjun's sleeve and then dragged him to a corner.

Perhaps because the surroundings were in a festive mood, it seemed they did not notice the two stealthily leaving the spot.

Having arrived at the corner, Tang Yuhwa urged Baek Yoonjun.

"Tell me in detail."

"Uh, so... you know when you went on a rampage?"

At the word 'rampage', Tang Yuhwa's spirits sank.

It seemed that the fact that Baek Yoonjun had collapsed then was bothering her a lot.

"No. Don't be discouraged. Anyway, thanks to being poisoned then, w-well, should I say? It's not that my psychological burden has decreased, but it feels like the burden I feel with my body has decreased."

"Really?"

At Baek Yoonjun's words, Tang Yuhwa's atmosphere changed completely.

Although the guilt that Baek Yoonjun had collapsed because of her was still there, the story that he could walk around among people fine was of a different weight.

Baek Yoonjun, feeling a sense of burden at Tang Yuhwa's changed atmosphere, waved his hand.

"No, so, my heart is the same, but my body, so, the burden I feel with my body has decreased, so it has become a little more comfortable to be in a place with a lot of people than before."

"That's something!"

Tang Yuhwa's eyes sparkled.

Baek Yoonjun, burdened by that gaze, hesitated and stepped back.

"Y-Yuhwa-ya?"

"If we know what that poison is, it means Master can walk around among people outside!"

Tang Yuhwa's complexion brightened considerably.

On the other hand, Baek Yoonjun was reluctant.

Because although there was no rejection reaction occurring in his body, Baek Yoonjun's psychological state was still that of a homebody introvert.

"Is there a need to go where there are people?"

"What are you talking about! It seems you'll have to walk around a lot even if you don't want to in the future!"

"No, so..."

Although Baek Yoonjun desperately thought of a retort, he could not dare to spit it out at Tang Yuhwa's intense gaze.

"We'll start looking for it from tomorrow."

In the end, Baek Yoonjun had no choice but to nod his head, half-forced.

And so, a day passed.

Shaolin was still in a festive mood and was noisy.

Although there was no alcohol or meat, since it was a temple.

"Keu! I'm getting drunk!"

Although there were some people who were secretly eating alcohol and meat.

"Abbot! Have a drink!!"

There were also brats who were eating openly.

Baek Yoonjun, who was looking at that sight, shook his head.

"Namu Amitabha."

Shinseung, who was being offered alcohol nearby, also shook his head.

Baek Yoonjun, looking at that sight with tired eyes, asked Shinseung.

"What happened?"

"Well, a large amount of alcohol and meat has been offered as a donation."

"No, what crazy bastard would donate alcohol and meat to Shaolin..."

Baek Yoonjun, with tired eyes at Shinseung's answer, scanned the surroundings and then shut his mouth.

"Wahaha! Monks, eat a lot! I won big this time!!"

"Ooh! Benefactor Biyeon! You are generous!"

"I, the junior brother of the White Robed Sword Immortal, am buying!! Let's drink and die!"

In the middle of Shaolin's meat and wine forest, there, Biyeon was half-naked and was distributing alcohol and meat.

On top of that, he was diligently selling the name of the White Robed Sword Immortal, as if he had heard from somewhere that Baek Yoonjun was the White Robed Sword Immortal.

'That bastard, he seemed to be preparing something, excited to go to Shaolin, so it was this?!'

Baek Yoonjun recalled Biyeon's actions before climbing Mount Song.

-G-going to Shaolin? I'll go too! Ah, wait a moment! I need to prepare a little...!!

As that sight was connected to the current sight, his head naturally shook.

And at the same time, a question arose.

"But is it okay to eat even the alcohol and meat that have been donated?"

"Of course not, but..."

Shinseung quietly pointed to the place where the drinking party was being held with his eyes.

"How can we stop that."

"Certainly..."

Baek Yoonjun nodded his head, looking at that pandemonium.

That pandemonium was an atmosphere that seemed even Buddha could not stop if he came.

"Recently, with the tragedy of Shaolin, the atmosphere of the Central Plains is dark and stagnant, but in that hardship, the auspicious events of Shaolin have burst out in succession, so it is understandable that the atmosphere is loosening like this. Buddha will also turn a blind eye this time. Namu Amitabha."

Shinseung muttered, letting out a deep sigh as if he were reluctant.

"Certainly... a lot has happened recently."

Baek Yoonjun, agreeing with Shinseung's words, stealthily left the spot.

He had to move for the half-forced promise with Tang Yuhwa.

And so, he arrived at Tang Yuhwa's residence.

"Yuhwa-ya, I'm here."

"You're here?"

As he arrived at Tang Yuhwa's residence, a strangely bright-looking Tang Yuhwa greeted him.

Baek Yoonjun slowly scanned Tang Yuhwa's residence.

Inside the residence, which had been completely remodeled into a medical room.

Usually, he would have been relieved by the neat atmosphere of a medical room, but today, only a strange sense of anxiety was rising in Baek Yoonjun's heart.

'No. Would Yuhwa really do something bad to me?'

Baek Yoonjun, trying to shake off his anxiety, asked Tang Yuhwa.

"So what should I do now?"

At his question, Tang Yuhwa scanned Baek Yoonjun with her eyes.

Unlike her usual self, it was a strangely sticky gaze.

"For now, take it off."

And at the following words of Tang Yuhwa, Baek Yoonjun was startled.

He asked back of his own accord, wondering if he had misheard.

"What?"

"You can take it off."

It seemed he had not misheard.