Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 212

**Chapter 212: The Holgazan Participates (1)**

It was hard to understand.

Song Hyeon was a martial artist. And not just one, but one who had travelled a considerable path. As much as a martial artist engages ascetically in training, he cannot completely avoid physical pain.

Especially in Wudang, a sect that only follows the straight path. If training involves pain, instead of eliminating it, it is taught to accept it naturally. That was the beginning of Wudang.

From Taijiquan to Xiaoqing, and even mastering the techniques of the Taiji Sword, Song Hyeon had received countless blows and suffered countless pains. Sometimes, he had even overcome wounds that put his life at risk. That is why he was in the position he now occupied.

But…

Why was the pain in my head now so unbearable, as if it did not belong to this world?

“Aaaahhh…!”

Song Hyeon, holding his head, shouted desperately.

It was not the first time he had received a blow to the head with a sword sheath. During his training, there were not few who, when detecting a mistake, beat him on the head first, regardless of whether it was with a wooden or real sword.

But this sheath was different.

Not even a blow with the real intention of breaking his head would have hurt him so much. What the hell would they have done to this sword to cause such agony?

However, Wei Yanho did not seem willing to resolve that doubt. With a head motion and a disemboweled posture, he approached Song Hyeon.

– Don’t you understand?

No, I get it!

Of course I understood, but I couldn’t say it. I was too busy screaming in pain to articulate words.

“Then you will continue to be beaten until you understand!”

I get it, you idiot!

Unfortunately, Wei Yanho could not read minds, and Song Hyeon could not convey his thoughts to others. If he had mastered something like the “Secret of the Six Harmonies,” he could have communicated his message without speaking. But if he could do that, would he be the third disciple?

Feeling Wei Yanho’s feet hitting his back, Song Hyeon trembled.

– Get up.

– Yes, sir!

I didn’t know where he got the strength, but Song Hyeon jumped in.

– Don’t you understand?

– No, no, I get it, I get it.

“If you understand it so easily, why did you stir up as if it weren’t?”

– I must be crazy.

♪ Crazy, sure. ♪

♪ I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ♪

Song Hyeon, realizing the madness that had led him to that place, swallowed the tears that threatened to fall.

– What don’t you understand?

But Wei Yanho had infinite patience.

– That… you’re too strong for your age.

I didn’t know why he was speaking formally, but something told him he had to.

– And now you understand?

– Yeah.

♪ You have to understand ♪

Now he knew very well what it meant to “keep getting punched until he understood it.”

– Hey…

-Mm?

– Are you going to participate in the tournament, young hero?

– Maybe.

Song Hyeon trembled.

♪ This is a mess ♪

He knew his position very well. Although he was now in this situation, he was one of the most talented disciples of the Nine Sects, competing for the first place.

It wasn’t arrogance, it was reality. He wasn’t weak, was he? In any case, if someone like him ended up rolling down the ground holding his head after a single blow, the fate of others was obvious.

♪ They’ll all end up with their heads broken, rolling down the floor ♪

And along with them, the prestige of the Nine Sects.

He could already see the disciples of the Nine Sects rolling down the floor, with Wei Yanho poking his nose in front of them and the astonished audience, unable to say anything.

A chill swept through it.

He realized that, if things went wrong, this tournament could end up being a public humiliation for the Nine Sects.

♪ It’s not just my problem ♪

If he had been a little weaker, if there had been a little more room to compete with Wei Yanho, perhaps he would have felt resentment, but his mind was going in another direction.

No one fights a typhoon. They just try to hold on until it happens. Humans do not feel anger at something that clearly cannot stop with their own strength.

That’s what Song Hyeon felt now.

For him, Wei Yanho was not a martial artist, but a natural disaster. One with a bad character and that, if you provoked him, jumped like the worst of disasters.

♪ We need a plan! ♪

He had to inform the elders who led the Nine Sects and discuss countermeasures. As he thought this, he began to retreat slowly.

“I wish you good luck in the tournament, young hero!”

– You’re leaving?

– Yes.

Wei Yanho smiled mockingly, and Song Hyeon, uncomfortable, smiled back.

You said you’d teach me the balance between softness and hardness.

– Hahaha…

If he could, he’d go back to the past and slap his self yesterday for talking without thinking.

♪ Why did I do it, me from yesterday? ♪

Even teaching a monkey to climb trees wouldn’t have been so sad.

“I must have gone mad. Then, young hero…

Seeing Song Hyeon continue to retreat, Wei Yanho smiled again.

– Hey.

– Yeah?

– Come here, come here.

Wei Yanho shook his fingers, and Song Hyeon, with a nervous expression, approached hesitantly. “I had a bad feeling, but I could not ignore the order either.

With his abilities, even if he tried to flee, the sword would fall on his head before he could take three steps, and then he would be rolling on the ground as if it were his home.

When he was close enough, Wei Yanho smiled and said:

– Listen carefully.

– Yes.

“You saw nothing here. Nothing happened. You never saw me. Understand?

—…

– Why don’t you answer?

“It is that… young hero, even if he is a Taoist monk, from the point of view of Taoism, lying is…

Wei Yanho nodded as if he were impressed.

“Mmm, of course. A Taoist monk who follows the Path cannot lie. How admirable. So, are those your last words?

– Last words?

Song Hyeon was startled, and Wei Yanho replied calmly:

“I prefer that this is not known, but if you cannot lie, I have no choice but to silence you.

I’ll never talk about this!

But as soon as you get back to your apartment, someone will ask you, “What happened?”

Song Hyeon trembled.

It was true.

—I respect your determination to follow the Path/Dao. I will not forget that there was a Taoist monk who gave his life for the Tao.

Wei Yanho put on a sad expression, and Song Hyeon felt his hair rise.

♪ Are you kidding me? ♪

But what if he wasn’t?

♪ Then I’ll die ♪

Thinking about how Wei Yanho had hit him with the sword without leaving him injured, maybe he wasn’t a bad person…

♪ But risk my life trusting that? ♪

It wasn’t time for jokes.

If Wei Yanho decided to act cruelly, he would die.

♪ Bah, it can’t be. ♪

They were on Mount Hua.

Killing a Taoist disciple was not trivial. If anything went wrong, the entire Wei family of Guangdong could be ostracized in the martial world. Although the Wei family belonged to the Righteous Martial Alliance, if it was discovered that they had killed the great Wudang disciple in a remote place, they would not be unharmed.

When he finished thinking this, Song Hyeon put a serious expression.

Is it a problem if I kill him? Or do I just press some acupuncture points and lock him up in a cave for half a month?

♪ I’d rather die ♪

How can you do that to someone?

Unlike the previous threat, which had a joke left, this time it seemed serious. Song Hyeon, thinking he would rather die than go through it, clenched his teeth and shouted:

– I didn’t see anything!

– You think so?

Wei Yanho smiled mockingly.

“I don’t know if our Taoist monk will promise here and then say something else later.

– That won’t happen.

“Well, it shouldn’t happen. If I feel the atmosphere gets weird, I’ll come and get you. I’ll talk to you, you know, in a remote place.

Song Hyeon’s eyelids shook.

♪ He won’t kill me. ♪

♪ He won’t. ♪

No matter how crazy this guy was, he wouldn’t kill Wudang’s great disciple, but during the tournament?

If I killed him “accidentally,” who could say anything? And even outside the tournament, cutting off an arm after a fight would not be a big deal.

Even if Wei Yanho were intimidating him, in a world that revered strength, people would applaud the one who defeated the great disciple of Wudang in an instant, he would not pity Song Hyeon.

♪ Ah, that’s how it feels. ♪

He reminded his fellow disciples, who always looked at him with resentment despite his kindness.

He treated them fairly, but they never perceived it that way. If a problem arose, the elders of the sect would not see them with the same eyes.

Now Song Hyeon felt what they must have felt.

♪ It’s unfair ♪

Even if Wei Yanho acted badly, the martial world wouldn’t see him with bad eyes because he was strong.

It was a fact that he now clearly understood: the martial world was indulgent with the strong and ruthless with the weak. Faced with this crude reality, Song Hyeon squeezed his teeth.

♪ As a martial artist, as a Taoist monk ♪

He could not bow to injustice!

“Head, it won’t happen, of course not.

♪ But first you have to survive ♪

Injustice or not, one must live to do something about it.

– Hmm.

Wei Yanho looked at him from top to bottom, as if he didn’t believe him, and Song Hyeon’s survival instinct reached the limit.

Even if I tell what happened here, no one will believe me!

– You’re right.

Wei Yanho nodded, as if he understood.

“If you wish, I will also give you all the information I have on the Nine sects.

– What do I want it for?

—…

♪ Sure. ♪

An elephant does not need to worry about the types of ants he faces. For Wei Yanho, they were all just small and weak.

– I trust you. You don’t have to explain what happens if you talk, do you?

– Of course not!

– Good.

Wei Yanho began to climb down the mountain with casual steps, and Song Hyeon collapsed on the ground.

♪ We’re lost ♪

The tournament was already ruined.

I could almost hear the sound of the dreams of sects, who hoped to use this opportunity to ascend in the world, shattered.

“Where did such a monster come from?”

It was a day to curse heaven.