Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 111

**Chapter 111: The lazy in action (1)**

“Did you say they were from the demonic cult?”

“Yes, the demonic cult.”

Gwanggu Singae, the beggar, rang his nose and responded.

If it’s the demonic cult, then…

“Yes, that demonic cult.”

“But the dates don’t match.”

He seemed to be very sensitive to history, as a historian did.

“Didn’t the demonic cult show up a little later?”

“That’s right.”

Gwanggu Singae calmly admitted the historian’s words.

“According to what you know, or rather, according to what people know, the revival of demonic worship began much later.”

“So you mean that Radiant Martial Sovereign met the Cult before that?”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?”

Gwanggu Singae frowned, as if she were lazy to explain.

“Wei Yanho, that guy, got involved with the cult long before.”

“Ah, so Radiant Martial Sovereign was defeating the cult long before.”

“…… Defeating?”

Gwanggu Singae’s expression subtly distorted. The historian, realizing that many emotions were mixed in that expression, could not help but tense himself.

From what he had heard so far, he also had a rough idea of who Wei Yanho was.

“So…?”

“Hey, well, it’s a subtle question, like I’ve said several times!”

“Yes.”

“When Wei Yanho intervenes, things get weird.

“…”

“Even this time. Wei Yanho was just walking, and the demonic cult was drawn to him.”

“That’s right.”

“You could say that… well, it’s a little strange to say it like that, but it’s the truth, so I’ll say it… I mean…”

When Gwanggu Singae began to wander, the historian could predict more or less what he would say next. Considering what he had heard so far, what was to come was obvious.

“Perhaps the revival of demonic worship is due to that guy…”

As expected.

“I can imagine more or less how it started and ended, but I have no idea of the intermediate process. What exactly happened?”

“Listen, then.”

Gwanggu Singae began to explain.

The fact is that Wei Yanho is a fearless guy, but back then, the demonic cult was scarier than tigers or smallpox.

Now you won’t understand.

But back then, the demonic cult was like that.

When I was a child, I was very frightened to say that if the children cried too much, the members of Dek Culto Demonica took them away, so I cried with a sack over my head.

Even now, when the demonic cult is mentioned, you think of crazy killers and you avoid them, but at that time, people thought they were not human.

Do you know how many people died during the previous revival of the demonic cult?

Oh, yeah, you know that.

You said you were a historian, right?

In a situation where the aftermath of that war had not yet disappeared, if the name of the demonic cult were mentioned, it would normally be fear.

But…

Well, lack of fear is a characteristic of that kind…

Uh, well…

Anyway, that guy was like that.

What was he like?

* * *

Wuuung.

The sword, held in the hand of its owner after a long time, issued a sound as if he were happy.

‘The Singing of the Sword?’

Guo Huan, the third leader of the platform of secrets scattered from the demonic cult, could not believe what he heard.

The singing of the sword?

The sound that came from that young man’s sword was really the singing of the sword?

‘That’s impossible.’

Singing the sword is a phenomenon that manifests itself when someone who has trained to the limit reaches a level of unity with his sword.

That’s the kind way to put it.

Realistically, when the Qi compresses to the fullest and forces itself towards the sword, even a steel sword cannot resist it, twists and screams, that is the edge of the sword.

But has that child reached that level?

‘Nonsense!’

Even Xiao Aming, the spirit of the sword, who achieved the fastest advance in the history of the demonic cult, only made his sword sing when he reached the age of fifty. That means that he was over thirty years old when his sword sang.

But the young man in front of him seemed to be no more than twenty years old.

‘Is it ten years faster than Xiao Aming?’

That was impossible.

If that were true, Guo Huan would be seeing an unparalleled sword genius in history.

But that wasn’t all.

“Damn it, what’s going on now!”

Wei Yanho shook the sword up and down with irritation.

“Is it because I haven’t used a sword in a while? If my teacher saw me, he would hit me again. They say that if a person doesn’t use his body, he rots. Tsk.”

Wei Yanho shook the sword with irritation.

“Well, that’s it.”

It seemed that after several months without using a real sword, his Qi did not flow as smoothly as before.

“If I don’t grow up, will I die? Will I die like that?”

Wei Yanho trembled.

He thought he had achieved a certain degree of enlightenment, but by holding the sword, he felt that he had receded compared to when he was in the cave.

According to his teacher, if he did not grow, the inner nucleus would consume him, and if he did, the result was inevitable.

“Ugh…”

Wei Yanho trembled.

‘Damn teacher!’

Wei Yanho, repentant of his laziness, raised the sword again.

Even so, as he had sustained it for five years, the heaviness he felt in his hands reassured him a little.

“Are you the son of the Sword of the Righteous Hero?”

Although he could understand the meaning of the question, there was no need to answer.

Because by revealing their identity, they had decided that their conversation would be not with words, but with swords.

Wei Yanho’s sword began to tremble slowly.

“…you have spoken a lot.”

As if he understood Wei Yanho’s intentions, Guo Huan also took his sword.

“Get ready.”

He had no intention of underestimating the opponent for being young.

For an expert able to make his sword sing, how important is age?

“If we fail, we will all die here. Fight with all your might as if it were a battle to the death.”

“Yes!”

Guo Huan’s eyes narrowed.

If the opponent was really an expert of that level, even if all of them attacked him, it would be difficult to win. Guo Huan was not so naive as not to be able to judge the situation.

I only trusted one thing.

‘Lack of experience.’

Considering his age, even if his level was high, he surely lacked real combat experience.

If some of them sacrificed to attack him…

While Wei Yanho and Guo Huan thought different things, the most bewildered person was Seomun Dayeon.

“……what’s going on?”

The person she had found in the tree suddenly drew a sword and began threatening the members of the demonic cult. And the members of the demonic cult were watching with tension that guy she had found in the tree.

‘I thought he was a fool…’

She thought he was a fool when she threw away her own chance to escape, but now she realized he was an expert.

Seomun Dayeon knew better than anyone what he had to do in this situation.

Seomun Dayeon, slightly away from Wei Yanho, crouched.

‘I must not interrupt you.’

In fact, she was very insightful.

She was very curious to know who Wei Yanho was and why she was sleeping there, but right now, the best thing she could do was to shut up and not interfere.

She couldn’t help, so at least she shouldn’t interfere.

At that time, Wei Yanho began to move.

“Suh.”

Guo Huan, who was about to attack first, was surprised and let a cry escape.

Wei Yanho’s sword began to emit a white light.

It was so bright it almost blinded.

Wei Yanho’s sword, emitting a white light that illuminated the dark night, began to move.

“Ah…”

Guo Huan was amazed for a moment at the scene that was taking place before his eyes.

‘What is that?’

He could understand that the sword emitted light, but that light moved with too much grace.

Soft, too natural and too fast.

Spot!

Kaaaaang!

What brought Guo Huan back to reality was the loud sound that followed the sound of the sword cutting the air.

“What?”

But the surprise was Wei Yanho.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Wei Yanho looked at his sword with his eyes wide open.

“How is that possible?”

I had only slightly balanced it once. If a sword technique of this level caused such an explosion, the cave where I had trained would no longer exist.

Wei Yanho raised her hand and took her to her solar plexus.

“…It has been reduced.”

The inner core of his teacher in his abdomen had been reduced considerably. Each time he achieved enlightenment, a part of his inner energy was absorbed into his body.

It’s good to get stronger, but…

“So what my teacher said is true?”

Wei Yanho trembled again.

His teacher said that if he achieved enlightenment he would become stronger, and if he did not, his inner energy would be absorbed by the inner nucleus and die as a dried-up corpse… he did not know about the second, but the first had been proved.

So, there’s a high probability that the second is also true.

“Well… let’s think positively.”

Wei Yanho, after drying the cold sweat on his forehead, looked at Guo Huan.

He almost saw something horrible swinging his sword without thinking. What would have happened if someone had received that internal energy attack?

Wei Yanho reduced Qi’s flow on his sword and lifted it up again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll try again.”

“What?”

Guo Huan wanted an explanation, but Wei Yanho did not forget his father’s words.

“If you meet members of the demonic cult, just beat them.”

“Of course.”

Wei Yanho, a good obedient son, followed his father’s instructions. If he would be rewarded for being a good obedient son, it is another matter.

Whoosh!

The sound of internal energy cutting air was very clear.

The inner energy emitting light seemed slow, but it was actually as fast as the light.

“Kugh!”

“Kraak!”

A brief cry for every internal energy attack.

He did not take long to subdue half of the dozen members of the demonic cult surrounding Wei Yanho.

“This…”

Guo Huan trembled at the scene.

‘This is impossible.’

He knew he was strong.

An expert capable of singing his sword could not be weak. Of course he would be strong.

But Wei Yanho wasn’t just strong. Not even a high-ranking expert from the Righteous Martial Alliance could subdue them so easily.

“Ugh.”

Moreover, as those who were fallen still groaned, it meant that he had controlled their attacks so as not to kill them.

Guo Huan’s eyes filled with blood.

“Get up.”

“Ugh.”

“Get up.”

The fallen members of the demonic cult moved and rose.

Wei Yanho sighed at the scene.

“Do you get up even if I’ve cut your tendons off?”

“It looks like you didn’t hear the story of your father’s demonic cult.”

“Oh, that’s it.”

Wei Yanho interrupted Guo Huan.

“Then instead of tendons, I’ll cut off their legs. I don’t want to hear your obvious vanaglories.”

Wei Yanho moved his sword again.