I Became the Hidden Ruler of the Martial World Chapter 67

Although it was very awkward at first, after so alcohol, the atmosphere beca quite good.

"So, Young Master Baek, you ca all this way to find your disciple?"

"That's right."

"And that disciple is a doctor."

Only after drinking did Baek Yoonjun rember the reason he had gotten lost.

'I'm sorry, Yuhwa.'

Thanks to that, his conscience was pricked like crazy, and he sincerely apologized to Tang Yuhwa in his heart.

'I have to find Yuhwa before I go back.'

Baek Yoonjun imdiately revised his plan to go straight ho.

Although he was drunk, he rembered it clearly.

"A disciple... Seeing Young Master Baek's frail body, it doesn't seem like martial arts, so did you teach academics or dicine?"

"I taught dicine and academics."

"Ah..."

At the word 'dicine', the woman's words trailed off.

"That..."

"What is it?"

"I apologize for calling you a young master. Now I see you were a teacher."

The woman spoke as if she were very sorry.

Although Baek Yoonjun didn't particularly care about titles, he didn't think much of the title 'young master'.

'Teacher is a bit...'

It was burdenso to be called a teacher by soone he had taught nothing to.

"Teacher is burdenso, so please call as you have been."

"Then I have no choice but to call you Doctor Baek."

"...Do as you please."

The woman was not just stubborn.

'Right, just by her tone. Anyway, since she's a doctor, this shouldn't be a problem.'

Since he had gone around the villages with Tang Yuhwa and treated people before, he did not feel particularly repulsed.

"But wouldn't it be difficult to find a disciple just by being a doctor?"

"I'm also worried about that part."

"Are there no characteristics or anything?"

In the woman's words, Baek Yoonjun recalled Tang Yuhwa's characteristics.

Although it had been a while since he had seen her, he didn't think she had changed much.

"Hmm, for now, her na is Tang Yuhwa, she's small for her age, her expression is fierce to others... Ah! It's embarrassing, but she said she's also called the Sichuan Divine Doctor."

"Sichuan Divine Doctor?!"

Suddenly, the woman shot up from her seat.

Thanks to that, Baek Yoonjun, who had the heart of a mouse, was startled inwardly.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

"To think you are the master of the Sichuan Divine Doctor, I have made many mistakes. As expected, you can't judge a person by their appearance. No, if you're a doctor, Doctor Baek's appearance is trustworthy."

The woman began to pour out a monologue.

Thanks to that, Baek Yoonjun's drunkenness almost wore off, and his hobody introvert tendency was about to surge.

Barely maintaining his drunkenness, Baek Yoonjun could not understand why the woman was acting that way.

"Do you know Yuhwa?"

"Even if I don't know her na, the title of Sichuan Divine Doctor is famous. You didn't know, even though she's your disciple?"

Baek Yoonjun had not expected at all that the title of Sichuan Divine Doctor would have spread this far.

"I don't go out much..."

"Right, if you're a doctor, that would usually be the case. Hmm, to think you are the master of the Sichuan Divine Doctor, Doctor Baek is a more amazing person than he looks."

Baek Yoonjun was inwardly scratched by the woman's constant ntion of his appearance.

"No, what's wrong with my appearance?"

"Doctor Baek's appearance? Doesn't it give off a feeling of a refined young master? You didn't know?"

"This is the first ti I've heard that."

Baek Yoonjun carefully recalled his past actions.

Hearing such words.

'It did happen. When I worked at the tavern.'

It was a word he had heard often when he didn't even know the 'm' of martial arts.

He had no mory of hearing it after learning martial arts.

In fact, it was because he had either cut them down first, beaten them up, or not shown himself in front of them at all, but Baek Yoonjun himself did not know.

"Anyway, if it's sothing like that, please let help!"

"What? Why?"

"Although the Sichuan Divine Doctor is not one who walks the path of martial arts, doesn't she save people with dicine? It's a matter of helping such a person's master, so isn't it a matter that befits chivalry?"

Although Baek Yoonjun could not follow the woman's way of thinking at all.

'It's good that she's helping. I didn't have the confidence to wander around this neighborhood full of people.'

Baek Yoonjun cheered inwardly.

"Thank you, young lady."

"..."

Baek Yoonjun imdiately expressed his gratitude to the woman.

At the sa ti, Baek Yoonjun realized that he didn't even know the woman's na.

"By the way, I haven't heard your na, young lady."

"..."

"Young lady?"

For so reason, the woman had shut her mouth.

When Baek Yoonjun looked at her, she had turned her head slightly, her lips were slightly pouted, and for so reason, she was twisting her waist and holding out the sword at her waist towards Baek Yoonjun.

'What's with her? Could it be that she doesn't like the title?'

Since Baek Yoonjun was not completely clueless, he could sowhat predict why the woman was acting this way.

"Female hero?"

"Ahem!"

The woman cleared her throat at the words 'female hero'.

It felt like a rchant trying to get a better deal.

"Great hero?"

"As a hero, how can I turn away from soone who is asking for help? There is still ti until the entrance exam, so I will help Doctor Baek during that period."

Baek Yoonjun's head started to ache a little.

Although Baek Yoonjun prided himself on having developed so tolerance after eting many strange people so far, this woman was a type of person he had never t before.

"My na is Cheon Suhye. Please take care of , Doctor Baek."

"Please take care of , Great Hero Cheon."

Every ti the woman, Cheon Suhye, heard the title 'great hero', the corners of her mouth would slightly go up.

Seeing that, Baek Yoonjun felt the urge to punch her, but he couldn't carry it out.

And so, after having a drinking party and parting with their respective rooms, the next day.

"Doctor Baek, then I'll be going! I'll see you in the evening!"

As if she had no hangover, Cheon Suhye unilaterally inford Baek Yoonjun from the morning and went out to the street.

Baek Yoonjun stared blankly at the place where Cheon Suhye had left, feeling his energy drain from the morning.

'I have to go out too.'

Baek Yoonjun fiercely did not want to leave the room.

'Should I just say I went out and ca back without going out? No, I can't lie to soone who has stepped up for my sake.'

Baek Yoonjun was in a fierce internal conflict.

'No, how would she know if I lied? There are so many people, what can I do if I go out here?'

Although he was comfortable on the outside, he was in a fierce conflict on the inside, reminiscent of a battlefield.

"Sigh. Let's go."

Baek Yoonjun, having made a firm decision in his own way, opened the door.

And closed it again.

Because the tavern below the room was teeming with people.

"Hah, hah."

Breathing heavily as if he had run dozens of ters fiercely, Baek Yoonjun cald his mind.

'Why are there so many people? Are you telling a person like not to even co out?'

Now that he saw it, Sichuan was a paradise.

The floating population was incomparable to Sichuan's.

After hesitating for a long ti, Baek Yoonjun carefully opened the door a little.

Then he stuck out his head, quickly scanned the surroundings, and found a waiter cleaning a window at the end of the room.

"Waiter."

Baek Yoonjun timidly called the waiter and beckoned.

"Yes, did you call?"

Fortunately, the waiter heard Baek Yoonjun's crawling words and quickly approached.

The waiter looked like a child who had not yet passed his coming-of-age ceremony.

Baek Yoonjun's heart beca much more at ease.

"Buy sothing to cover my face with this money. Keep the rest of the change."

Baek Yoonjun held out a silver coin to the waiter.

Seeing the silver coin, the waiter's pupils shook violently.

"Yes! Leave it to ! Great hero!"

As if soone would see, the waiter snatched the silver coin that Baek Yoonjun had held out and quickly left the tavern.

And so, after a short while.

"I've brought it! Great hero!"

The waiter quickly approached Baek Yoonjun and held out a bamboo hat and a mask that covered his mouth.

"Thank you. Go about your business."

"Yes! If you have any inconveniences, please call anyti, great hero!"

After confirming that the waiter had left, Baek Yoonjun returned to his room and put on the bamboo hat.

He did not wear the mask but put it in his bosom.

'It's calming.'

The effect of the bamboo hat was much better than Baek Yoonjun had expected.

Although Baek Yoonjun had predicted that covering his face would be effective from the beginning.

But why hadn't he covered his face until now?

'It won't look like an assassin, right?'

It was because Baek Yoonjun's strange hatred of assassins had acted up.

Baek Yoonjun stealthily looked at his reflection in the cup of leftover alcohol from yesterday.

'Hmm, it doesn't seem like an assassin...'

Although it didn't look like an assassin at all, Baek Yoonjun, who had the disposition of a hobody introvert as a base, could not be sure.

'I'm not sure, but for now, let's go out.'

Baek Yoonjun's steps were still heavy, but perhaps because of the effect of the bamboo hat, he succeeded in getting out of the tavern.

And so, the ti it took for Baek Yoonjun to leave his room and get out of the tavern was four quarters, which would be one hour in modern Earth ti.

Having left the tavern, Baek Yoonjun was overwheld by the huge crowd.

Fortunately, he was able to move his feet thanks to the effect of the bamboo hat.

However, only Baek Yoonjun himself felt as if gravity had beco two hundred tis heavier.

And so, as he walked the street, Baek Yoonjun had a strange feeling.

'Why are there so many humans dressed like ?'

A white robe and a black sword.

Although their hair was not white, there were quite a lot of people on the street dressed similarly to Baek Yoonjun.

'Since there are a lot of similar people, I won't stand out, right?'

Thanks to that, a little sense of stability rose in Baek Yoonjun's mind.

Baek Yoonjun was able to walk with so confidence.

Although it was only in Baek Yoonjun's mind, on the outside, it was a very timid walk.

Although it was a very timid walk, for so reason, Baek Yoonjun did not bump into anyone at all despite the huge crowd.

'There are so many people. Let's not bump into anyone.'

This was thanks to Baek Yoonjun's extre hobody introvert tendency.

Just for the reason of not wanting to touch people, Baek Yoonjun's wondrous movent technique continued to evolve.

Whoosh.

He passed through the street, where there was not even room to set foot, like a gust of wind.

'What if I bump into soone, even though I haven't so far?'

Although Baek Yoonjun was extrely nervous, it was a worry he did not need to have at all.

Because the wind does not bump into obstacles and just moves forward.

Baek Yoonjun continued to move forward.

For now, his purpose was to ask about Tang Yuhwa's whereabouts and the way ho, but he did not have the courage to speak to another person.

And so, Baek Yoonjun, who was moving forward, stopped his steps.

Murmur, murmur.

Because a rather big commotion had broken out in front.

"Die!"

"You die!"

Two n in white robes were pointing their swords at each other and having a sword fight.

'Yes! This is this neighborhood!'

Although the surrounding people looked uncomfortable, for so reason, Baek Yoonjun looked comfortable.

Since people's attention was drawn to the sword fight, and the sword fight was more comfortable, Baek Yoonjun, who had benefited in many ways, comfortably observed the sword fight scene.

'For now, both n are of the third-rate or lower realm.'

By Baek Yoonjun's standards, although they were on the weak side among the third-rate or lower, the fact that they were wearing a white robe and holding a black sword was a little botherso.

Although the white robe was a common piece of clothing, the sword was so crude as if it had been painted with ink.

Baek Yoonjun looked at it, needlessly touching his Black Iron Night.

'The elder blacksmith did make it well.'

A sword of a different make from the black swords of the people who were having a sword fight.

Feeling a strange sense of pride, Baek Yoonjun looked at the sword fight scene.

Clang!

Perhaps because their skills were similar, there had been no bloodshed so far.

'It's crude.'

Although there was no bloodshed, a thrilling mont where soone could be stabbed by a sword at any mont continued to pass.

And so, as Baek Yoonjun was comfortably watching the sword fight.

"A sword fight in the middle of the street in broad daylight! Are you not ashad!"

A familiar face cut into the sword fight scene.

'Cheon Suhye?!'

Cheon Suhye blocked the n's swords with her sword and scabbard.

Since her realm was not much different from the n's, it was very thrilling.

'Why is that human cutting in?!'

Although it was a very comfortable sword fight scene, it had beco an uncomfortable scene because soone he knew had cut in.

Fortunately, the n did not seem to have any intention of having a sword fight indiscriminately, so when their swords were blocked by Cheon Suhye, they sheathed their swords for now.

However.

"A woman should not interfere in a life-and-death battle between n!"

"Young lady, please step aside!"

At the two n's shouts, Cheon Suhye's face hardened.

At the face that looked as if she had heard a severe parental insult, Baek Yoonjun had a hunch.

'I'm screwed.'

The sword fight that the two were having had turned into a sword fight of three.

"I, no, I am not a woman or a young lady, but a proud hero!!"

"Ridiculous! A woman should go ho and cook!"

"Young lady, please step aside! This is a matter between and that human!!"

Even in Baek Yoonjun's view, it was a very ssy scene.

And so, as the commotion was getting bigger, a group of martial artists ca flocking from afar, parting the crowd.

"A commotion in the alliance's territory! Arrest them all imdiately!!"

The three were subdued by the ard martial artists and were dragged away.

It had happened in an instant.

Baek Yoonjun stared blankly at the scene.

'What should I do? That human?'

(End of Chapter)