Guide of the Sichuan Tang Clan

S-Class Guide Eunmyeong died after being caught in the rampage of an Esper.
But then—

“Why… am I still alive?”

He woke up inside a Murim¹ novel.
And not just anywhere—he was in the infamous Sichuan Tang Clan, known for their mastery of poisons.

Eunmyeong, somehow, ends up guiding the patients lying around,
and soon realizes that the inner energy (naegong) of this world functions similarly to the Esper waves from his own.

“Do you still not understand? You are a living elixir.”
“What did you do to me?”
“Physician, won’t you please… hold my hand?”

Those who should have died from Qi deviation are now alive thanks to his guidance—
but the moment they experience it, they become addicted, unwilling to leave him alone.
And to make matters worse, another possessed person appears…

“And just who are you supposed to be?”

Even after falling into a martial arts novel, an S-Class Guide continues his chaotic guiding adventure★

“…Hhuh.”

Feeling his energy drain in one sudden rush, Eunmyeong let out a low moan. His head spun.
No, this wouldn’t do. He’d have to stop for today and try again tomorrow.
Just as he was about to pull away—

“Uh!?”

Before he could even regain his senses, his body was flipped over.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying beneath the blanket, with Mujin straddling him, long hair cascading down like dark silk as he gazed down upon him.

“Mujin… Young Master?”
“Why are you here.”

If one were to ask why he was here, well—
Because if he didn’t save you, he would die too.
That’s what he wanted to say. But his frozen brain chose instead to blurt out something completely absurd.

“Because… I’m a living elixir?”
“What?”

Mujin’s expression twisted sharply, as if to say, What kind of nonsense are you spouting?
Eunmyeong laughed awkwardly, “Ha, haha… well, it’s a long story.”

Where on earth should he even start?
With a flickering gaze, Eunmyeong began to recall—

“It all began back when tigers smoked pipes². My father took me up Mount Sichuan to gather medicinal herbs…
and then I rolled—no, I somersaulted down the cliff, or maybe I was rolling while doing somersaults, and—”
“Silence. You fool.”

Mujin’s face hardened, his expression sharp enough to strike.

Honestly, couldn’t he at least let him explain first?
After all the effort he put into saving that man’s life—
and instead of a word of thanks, he was being glared at like a criminal radiating murderous intent.

Now fully accustomed to life within the Sichuan Tang Clan, Eunmyeong pouted.

“Can’t you just listen to me?”
“What?”
“You were the one who asked what I was plotting, weren’t you? Then shouldn’t you at least hear me out to the end?”