The Blue Green Sect's medical room, the Cheongheogak, was having a busy time without a moment to spare.

The injured, who had been hit by the corpse poison used by the assassins.

The treatment was very tricky, and not easy.

Those who had already missed the time for treatment were covered in white cloth and grew cold.

"Ugh!"

Those who were being treated were writhing in pain.

Even though a neutralizing agent had been sprinkled on the places where the poison powder had touched, the poison's energy did not subside at all.

"Here! Here!"

"What are you doing! I told you to bring a clean cloth over here!"

"Water! Bring water! Hurry!"

The shouts of the disciples performing the duties of a physician came and went, and the Taoist boys in blue robes had to run around, sweating profusely.

And in a separate space prepared behind the Cheongheogak.

There, Cheonyeong's treatment was in full swing.

For Yongcheon, who was pacing in front of the door, the waiting time felt like an eternity.

"Hey, are you okay..."

At the sight of him, who could not seem to put his mind at ease, Baekta tried to comfort him, but he was startled by Yongcheon's sharp glare and shut his mouth.

"Ah, um. Never mind. Sorry."

Looking at Yongcheon's face, Baekta realized that no words could comfort him.

His face was a mess of tears and snot.

His build was like a bear, but his heart was so soft.

He thought that perhaps it was because the subject was Cheonyeong.

For Yongcheon, no, for the family members who used the Tang surname, wasn't he the family head, a father, a brother, and a friend?

"Ahem."

Baekta, feeling awkward, coughed and slowly turned his head.

After that, no one spoke to Yongcheon.

Because they had already seen.

Quite some time had passed.

The sun was setting over the western mountains, and a fire was lit in the bronze brazier, but no news came from inside the medical room where Cheonyeong had entered.

"Hmm, not yet?"

At a late hour, Il-u led the elders of the Blue Green Sect and visited the Cheongheogak.

As the sect leader who had to deal with the situation, taking measures for the dead was a top priority, so his visit to the Cheongheogak was delayed.

He also had to discuss countermeasures against the assassins, and he had to secretly contact the leaders of the Sicheon Orthodox Faction and the Cheongcheon Alliance.

After finishing the long meeting, he had looked around the place where the injured were being treated and had just come to see Cheonyeong.

There was something he had to hear.

Because there were so many parts he couldn't understand.

"Yes, Sect Leader. The elder is in the middle of treatment... he hasn't come out yet."

"Hmm, is it that serious?"

"He hasn't said anything one way or the other, so I don't know for sure either."

"Hmm."

At the words of the first-generation disciple of the Cheongheogak, Il-u lets out a heavy sigh.

It was then.

Ilhyeon, the master of the Cheongheogak, came out with a serious expression, pushing aside the cloth that was split on both sides.

"Junior brother."

"Ah! You've come."

"Family Head Tang's..."

"How is he? The family head! Yes? How is he!"

Yongcheon quickly cuts in, interrupting Il-u's words, and asks as if urging him.

"No, this person."

Il-u raises his hand to stop Ilhyeon, who was about to scold him for his lack of etiquette.

He meant not to blame him.

Well, when a family member is sick, where is the mind to be polite?

And it wasn't just Yongcheon.

Weren't Baekta of the Beggars' Sect and even some of the participants he had seen at the Assembly of Elders approaching and pricking up their ears?

"Hoo, I don't know."

"Pardon? What do you mean, you don't know? If the elder doesn't know, then who on earth does?"

"I'm frustrated too. I prided myself on not lacking in my medical studies, but this is the first time I've seen a case like this."

"Pardon? What do you mean?"

At Ilhyeon's words, Yongcheon's face darkens.

"Elder, please save him! What on earth is the case?"

At Yongcheon's question, which was full of worry, Ilhyeon, the master of the Cheongheogak, glances at the tent where Cheonyeong is lying and says.

"My, my, how should I describe this."

"Pardon? What is it? Why is that?"

"Well... the poison disappeared on its own."

"...Pardon?"

"I said the poison disappeared on its own."

"..."

"I don't know how to explain this either. Should I say that the internal energy healed the body on its own? Hah, this is the first time I've seen a case like this."

"...Pardon?"

For a moment, he goes blank.

"He's fine."

"Fine?"

"That's right."

At Ilhyeon's words, everyone couldn't hide their bewilderment.

Then why on earth did you have such a serious expression?

He was startled, thinking the situation was not good.

But it seemed Yongcheon was not.

"Thank you! Thank you so much. It's all thanks to you, Elder."

"Huh? Ah, well..."

Yongcheon, on the contrary, bowed his head so much that Ilhyeon was puzzled, and expressed his gratitude.

With his face a mess of snot and tears.

"My, my."

Ilhyeon couldn't help but laugh.

The reason he was acting like that even though he had said he was fine, he was okay, must be because he was happy.

He must have been so worried that his insides had burned black.

Ilhyeon, who had smiled unconsciously at the sight of their deep friendship, suddenly asks, a thought flashing through his mind.

"Hey, Vice-Family Head."

"Yes. Yes, Elder."

"I have something I'm curious about."

"What is it? I will answer anything."

"As part of the treatment, I tried to examine Family Head Tang's internal energy by holding his pulse and blowing in my energy."

"..."

"But an unknown force pushed out the external energy. Since he was unconscious, it couldn't have been his will. That means the internal energy reacted on its own."

"Ah, that's..."

The Samyang True Qi was originally like that.

If it wasn't the same kind of true qi, it would refuse intrusion.

"What on earth kind of heart art has Family Head Tang learned?"

"That's..."

Yongcheon clamped his mouth shut.

Although he was clueless and not good with words, he also knew.

That a warrior should never carelessly reveal their martial arts to others.

Especially, hadn't Cheonyeong said it when he had passed on the Samyang?

That it was a martial art that should never be revealed to others.

"I'm sorry."

"No. Is there anything to be sorry about? I have made you uncomfortable with my excessive question. Anyway, all I could do was treat the external injuries."

"Then?"

"He hasn't regained consciousness yet, but go in. But you must not touch his body carelessly or talk loudly. Even if he's okay, he needs to rest."

"I will keep that in mind."

Ilhyeon nods to Yongcheon and says to Il-u.

"Then, Sect Leader, I will go and check on the disciples."

"Do so. You have worked hard."

"Hoo, what do you mean, worked hard? I just feel sorry for the children who were injured or died for the Blue Green Sect."

"Immeasurable Life Buddha."

"Immeasurable Life Buddha."

After conveying their feelings to each other with a calm Taoist greeting, Ilhyeon walks to the place where he is taking care of the disciples of the Blue Green Sect.

"Sect Leader, would you like to go in..."

At Ilhae's words, Il-u shakes his head and calls Yongcheon.

"Vice-Family Head."

"Yes?"

"Go in. I will wait and meet him after he wakes up."

Although it was the Blue Green Sect, weren't they from the Tang Family's estate?

It would be right for the family members to meet first, rather than him.

"But when Family Head Tang wakes up, just let me know."

"Thank you, Sect Leader."

"Hoho, what thanks, it is our Blue Green Sect that should be thankful."

Il-u lets out a hearty laugh, and Yongcheon, who was about to enter the tent, says to the Green Warrior Unit.

"The family head is bedridden."

"We will guard him without a gap."

"I'm counting on you."

"Yes!"

The Green Warrior Unit surrounds the vicinity of the building.

Their gazes were quite fierce.

Not just Yongcheon, but for the Green Warrior Unit as well, Cheonyeong was a precious existence.

Who was the current Green Warrior Unit?

They were the ones who were first chosen for the Hoyeon Unit when the Tang Family's estate was founded.

Whether by their own will or by others', Cheonyeong had taken in those who had nowhere to go and had provided them with a place to live in a house with a roof.

He had given them clothes, and three meals a day.

For those who had lost their families or had been abandoned by their families, Cheonyeong was no different from a 'god'.

A being who had changed their lives.

That was the meaning Tang Cheonyeong had for them.

Therefore, the current Green Warrior Unit had a deep sense of belonging to the Tang Family's estate, and they were so loyal that they would jump into a fire with firewood on their backs if it was Tang Cheonyeong's order.

"Hah, my, my. It's as if the Tang Family's estate is inside the Blue Green Sect."

"I know, right."

Although it was a Taoist temple of the Blue Green Sect, no one thought the Green Warrior Unit's actions were excessive and gave them space.

Even the disciples of the Blue Green Sect who were guarding the building.

"Aren't you envious?"

"I know. Sigh, I wish the people of our family were like that too."

"Well... I don't think I've ever seen such a sincere expression."

Gwak Wolhyeop, Lee Saek, and Go Yeonggil had envious expressions on their faces at the absolute loyalty they received from the warriors of their family.

In the meantime, Yongcheon, who had carefully pushed aside the cloth, went inside.

"Is that you, Yongcheon?"

"...Huh? Oh!"

As if he had regained consciousness at some point, Cheonyeong greeted Yongcheon first, calling him.

"How did you know?"

"What are you surprised about, I can tell it's you just by the sound of your footsteps."

"Ah, I tried to walk as quietly as possible."

"Quietly? You were stomping around."

"Ah... sorry."

"It's fine, come here."

At Cheonyeong's call, the embarrassed Yongcheon quickly approached and knelt down next to him.

"Ow, my head. I'm still dizzy. Damn poison."

As Cheonyeong tried to sit up, Yongcheon quickly supported him.

"What happened?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sure I lost consciousness because of the poison..."

"Ah, that's."

Yongcheon explained what had happened after Cheonyeong had lost consciousness. He also added what Ilhyeon, who had treated him, had said.

"What? On its own?"

"Yeah. The elder of the Blue Green Sect who treated you said so."

"Hmm."

At those words, Cheonyeong frowns and falls into thought for a moment.

Did it have such a mysterious effect?

He stealthily raised his internal energy and examined his body, but he couldn't feel any trace of the poison.

Heh, it's true.

The internal energy healed the poison on its own.

Although he had memorized the secret manual and remembered it without missing a single letter, there was no such content.

"My, my, it's a surprise that I came back to life... no way, did I unintentionally gain invulnerability to all poisons?"

Cheonyeong muttered to himself, forgetting that Yongcheon was next to him.

"Huh? What do you mean? Came back to life?"

"..."

"And what's invulnerability to all poisons?"

At Yongcheon's question, Cheonyeong hurriedly explained.

"Look at me, it's like I died and came back to life. Invulnerability to all poisons means not being poisoned by poison."

"Ah! So that's what it means. Well, I really thought you were dead too. Heh heh, thank you for coming back to life like this."

What a relief.

That the one next to me at this time is the clueless Yongcheon.

He wasn't even sure if he was really invulnerable to all poisons yet.

Then, at a thought that flashed through his mind, Cheonyeong's eyes widened.

"Yongcheon-ah!"

"Huh?"

"The surviving assassins! What happened to them?"

"The Changlim Sword Saint has detained them separately. Saying they might commit suicide. Although there was no poison, it seems he has sealed their acupoints for now."

"Sealed their acupoints?"

"Yeah."

It could be seen as an appropriate measure taken by the Changlim Sword Saint.

But Cheonyeong's face contorted even more.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"About half a day."

"What? Then now?"

"It's the middle of the night."

"What did you say?"

Cheonyeong's eyes widened again.

I was unconscious for that long?

Although it was unavoidable since he had been hit by a poison needle, the half a day that had passed was too regrettable.

His heart becomes urgent.

"Damn it, where are they? Those punks?"

"Well..."

"No, let's go. Hurry!"

"What? You just woke up. Rest some more. They're already caught. The Taoists of the Blue Green Sect are guarding them without a gap."

"Guarding is not the important thing!"

Cheonyeong shouts at Yongcheon's worried words.

It's useless to guard them for a hundred days.

Sealing their acupoints is the same.

The punks have a special poison in their bodies.

The Yin-Yang Gu.

All the assassins of Jingagu had to forcibly take the child Gu.

To prevent betrayal, and to silence them when they were caught by the enemy without being able to commit suicide.

When the assassin who had infiltrated the Blue Green Sect had died, if the child Gu had died, then the mother Gu stored in Jingagu would have naturally died as well.

They would have thought he had died during a mission.

But the moment Jin Yiseon had died, Jingagu would have realized that the request had failed.

Since they had to erase the traces, there was no way they would let the caught assassins live.

(End of Chapter)