Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 192

**Chapter 192: The Holgazan Receives a Task (2)**

The sword was like an illusion.

It moved without moving, flowed without flowing. It was impossible to distinguish whether the master moved the sword or whether the sword moved alone.

Naturality.

It’s a common word.

But seeing that sword, Wei Yanho realized how illusory the word “nature” he had been using was. They were not words like “the sword is alive” or “it is full of vitality”.

It was just.

The sword was naturally where it should be. It seemed that the world fit the sword.

Many words and phrases came to his mind, but there was none that could accurately describe that sword.

‘It’s a trap.’

A sword without internal energy moved smoothly, but had no flaws.

What if Sima Cheonse’s fist hit that sword?

Wei Yanho smiled.

By the time he touched the sword, Sima Cheonse’s fist would break like silk cut by a sharp sword, and Sima Cheonse’s body would suffer the same.

A sword that moved with the greatest naturalness of the world, where the inner energy, spirit and body joined together.

That sword was terror.

The master slowly lifted his sword and kept it, then asked:

“Did you see it?”

“…Yes.”

“What did you see?”

“I don’t know.”

When Wei Yanho shook his head, Baek Muhan snapped his tongue.

“What a fool!”

“Ugh.”

Wei Yanho trembled and shouted:

“I am barely twenty years old! I cannot match the abilities of my teacher, who has wielded a sword all his life, in an instant.”

“I reached this level at your age?”

“……There are exceptions in the world.”

Wei Yanho sighed.

‘It’s amazing.’

The more he experienced the world, the more he realized how incredible Baek Muhan was. Although Wei Yanho was arrogant, if he had known someone as his teacher, he would not have behaved so brazenly.

‘Is it really the best of all time?’

After seeing the secret techniques of the Sword Emperor, he realized the depth of his master’s skills, and after fighting Sima Cheonse, he realized the greatness of his master.

Sometimes that made him proud, but sometimes he also felt an insurmountable distance.

“Master.”

“What?”

“Can I ever overcome the teacher?”

Baek Muhan smiled.

“Don’t even dream it, lazy.”

“Ugh.”

Wei Yanho trembled.

‘It is an illusion. He is not my true teacher.’

Even though I knew it, I knew it… why was every word of yours so irritating?

Baek Muhan smiled at Wei Yanho shaking.

“Do you want to get over me?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

Wei Yanho ran out of words.

Why?

Why did you want to overcome your teacher?

Even if he couldn’t get over it, he wouldn’t change his life, but why did that lazy man make so much effort for something that wouldn’t change his life?

When Wei Yanho seemed confused, Baek Muhan replied:

“It is natural for a warrior.”

“…Guerrero.”

Wei Yanho couldn’t help but wonder.

Was he a warrior?

If a warrior is someone who has learned martial arts, then he was a warrior. But if a warrior is someone who dedicates his life to martial arts and seeks a higher standard, Wei Yanho was not a warrior.

Was he a warrior or not?

♪ Thump! ♪

Before I could think more deeply, Baek Muhan’s sword hit Wei Yanho’s head.

“Woe!”

Wei Yanho grabbed his head and knelt.

“Why are you hitting me!”

“Tsk tsk, what a fool.”

Baek Muhan snapped his tongue when he saw Wei Yanho with his eyes squinted.

“What is a warrior? A warrior is someone who wields a sword.”

“And a spear, a fist, a foot technique?”

“If you don’t want me to hit you with everything you’ve said, shut your mouth.”

“Yes.”

Wei Yanho closed his mouth quietly and put his hands together. “His teacher was someone who did what he said.

“The only thing I regret about you is that you’re too smart.”

“Oh!”

Is that a compliment?

“Smart people tend to solve everything with their mind before they experience it. Like you now. You don’t try to feel what a warrior is, but you define it and you adjust to that framework.”

“…… Isn’t that the case with everyone?”

“You are especially so.”

Baek Muhan looked at Wei Yanho with a frown.

“You’re already smart, and you’re lazy by nature, so you’re just looking for the easiest and least exhausting way.”

“Isn’t that efficiency?”

“What would you do if there was a river in front of you?”

“I would avoid it.”

“What if there was a mountain behind it?”

“I would go around it.”

“Yes, you would do that. But what if you always avoided mountains and rivers? You’d have to take a big rodeo. Wouldn’t someone who crossed the mountain and river, even if it was harder, get there faster?”

“Hmm…”

“Efficacy is like that. If you try to solve things easily, even if it seems quick at first, it will take longer in the end. You must not look only at the present, but at the future, and you must be willing to endure difficulties.”

“It’s hard.”

“Yes. Especially for you. Because you try to live life too easily.”

“You mean I can’t get over you like that?”

“I don’t know that.”

Wei Yanho barked his head.

“I don’t understand.”

Baek Muhan smiled.

“It’s natural that you don’t understand it. A person’s level is not defined that way. If ten people climb a mountain, their paths will be different, and no one knows who will get to the top first.”

Wei Yanho pouted.

“Do you mean that I can or cannot overcome you? As I don’t understand it, please answer me clearly and concisely.”

“…I’ll beat you up so you understand.”

“I will do my best to understand it.”

Baek Muhan smiled and said:

“My way is not your way.”

“…….”

“You must find your own sword. Aren’t you seeing the world for that?”

“Yes.”

Wei Yanho nodded seriously.

His master’s sword is invincible.

If you follow your teacher’s path, Wei Yanho could also become invincible.

But…

He won’t be able to beat his teacher like that.

There is a way to get closer to the level of your teacher, but you will not be able to overcome it on that path. There is another path that seems difficult to reach, but there might be a chance to overcome your teacher on that path.

Wei Yanho chose the second way without hesitation.

He could not define his potential in advance, even if that path was full of difficulties.

‘999 of 1000 attempts will fail.’

Although the result seems obvious.

“Yeonho.”

Baek Muhan called Wei Yanho in a soft voice.

“Yes, master.”

“Don’t get obsessed with getting over me.”

“Hmm…”

“The important thing is not to overcome me, but to find your own sword.”

“That seems harder. I don’t understand what you mean. I don’t know myself well, so it’s hard to know what kind of sword I want.”

“No, everyone knows you, why don’t you know yourself? You really don’t know?”

“E… that’s not important.”

“Boy Boring.”

Baek Muhan walked towards Wei Yanho and caressed his head.

“……that tickles me.”

“It’s better than pain, isn’t it?”

“I’m good at tickling.”

“Tsk.”

Baek Muhan looked at Wei Yanho and said:

“It’s not about finding your own sword.”

“You said I should find his a moment ago. You’re changing your mind, is it age?”

“Do you want me to change my mind?”

“Head, it’s a joke.”

Wei Yanho shrunk when Baek Muhan looked at him severely.

‘Insensitive old man!’

Even in his dreams, he’s strong. If it were his dream, he should let him win to be fair. An old man who attacks someone in his dreams.

“It’s about creating your own sword.”

“…… eh?”

“Imagine the sword you want in your mind. And think about what you need to create that sword.”

Wei Yanho looked at Baek Muhan with an expression of confusion.

“Hmm.”

Baek Muhan sighed and patted Wei Yanho in the head.

“It may be too early for you. In time, when you’re better, you’ll understand. A sword is another way to define you.”

“What you’re saying sounds like the nonsense of Shaolin or Wudang that master hates so much.”

“What?”

“I will always remember your advice, master.”

“In that sense, let’s fight hard today.”

“…… today too?”

Baek Muhan nodded enthusiastically.

“You were afraid of that young man last time?”

Young man…

You mean Sima Cheonse?

Compared to Baek Muhan, Sima Cheonse is young.

“Who would be afraid?”

“That disciple who received my training and fought with me, was afraid of that type and could not show his true power, and I, his teacher, cried in secret.”

“…Master, calm down. You are already dead. Or rather, you died before you met me.”

“I think I’ve spoiled you too much.”

♪ Crack! ♪

The sound of Baek Muhan’s bones was heard colliding as he grabbed his sword.

“If I had fought with you more often, you wouldn’t have trusted yourself… it’s not a skill problem, but an attitude problem, that hurts me more.”

“…… Cursed *Mongnyeongong/dream fighting art*.”

Wei Yanho looked up at the sky with a sad expression.

This is the world of dreams created by Baek Muhan. As it was created based on his consciousness, nothing could be hidden, and there was no escape.

And the stronger Wei Yanho became, and the more he understood the martial arts, the more vast and deeper Baek Muhan’s martial arts became.

In other words, the Baek Muhan in Wei Yanho’s dream became stronger as Wei Yanho learned about the real Baek Muhan.

“I will show you hell… no, I will train you so that you will never trust a real battle again!”

“It seems that you are showing your true nature, master. Master?”

“Shut up!”

Baek Muhan’s sword covered the world and fell on Wei Yanho.

Wei Yanho muttered at the scene.

“This doesn’t make sense…”

♪ Rumble! ♪