Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 263

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**Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign – Volume 11, Chapter 13**

**Chapter 263: The Lazy One is Acclaimed (3)**

Wei Yanho shuffled his feet.

*’Ah, so Lazy…’*

Humans are funny. When you become immersed in something, you develop a natural inclination. A Lazy person who remains Lazy doesn’t reduce their Laziness but increases it.

In that sense, the fact that Wei Yanho hadn’t been able to loaf around to his heart’s content recently had undoubtedly led him to this point.

Even if the noise downstairs didn’t allow him to rest properly, the mere fact that Wei Yanho had gotten out of his bed of his own volition and come downstairs was a scene that would have made Wei Jeonghan rub his eyes and left Han Sangah speechless.

Even Wei Yanho himself felt strange.

*’Have I always been this nosy?’*

No matter how many people were looking for him, if he bothered to attend to them all, he wouldn’t be Wei Yanho anymore. However, the fact that he had come downstairs showed how much he had changed since leaving the cave.

“What’s going on?”

As soon as Wei Yanho reached the bottom of the stairs, he raised an eyebrow.

The main hall, which served as a reception room, was packed with people. Tables and chairs filled with people. Wei Yanho tilted his head, confused.

“So, the people who came to see me are…”

“They all came for you!”

“Huh?”

At that moment, people noticed him and erupted in cheers.

“Ohhh, young hero Wei!”

“Young hero Wei! I am Taejongmu from Jeongju! I came to have tea with you!”

“Get out of the way, intruder! Young hero Wei! I arrived first!”

“Move! What does it matter who arrived first! What matters is who young hero Wei wants to talk to!”

“What? Are you done talking?”

Wei Yanho covered his ears as he watched them start to argue. Then he looked at Ho Cheolsan and asked,

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Huh? No, of course not.”

“Then why are they treating me like this?”

“Well, it’s just that…”

Ho Cheolsan looked at him with a complicated expression.

*’Does he really not know? Although he didn’t even know who the Dark King was…’ *

Ironically, Wei Yanho was the only one who didn’t understand what he had done. To him, he had only given a meddling old man a lesson about not using poison in secret. But of course, things never ended that way.

By defeating the Dark King—no, by literally *crushing* him—Wei Yanho’s status had risen to be among the strongest in the martial world.

The impact was so great that the Mount Hua tournament, which had been the center of attention until then, was completely overshadowed.

Although Wei Yanho himself didn’t seem aware of it.

Higher status meant that more people wanted to establish connections with him.

Even if he were just an accomplished master, there would be lines of people desperate to exchange a few words with him. But he wasn’t just an expert: he was someone who had reached the pinnacle of the martial world before the age of thirty. That made him even more valuable in terms of connections.

That was why so many people had come since morning, pressing to know when Wei Yanho would come down.

In the midst of all this, the other participants of the Righteous Martial Alliance were exhausted.

If the visitors had been people of some reputation, they could have turned them away saying that Wei Yanho was resting. But the people here were so influential that they could have gone out to hunt Demon Cult members at that very moment.

Even Taejongmu, who was fighting to speak to Wei Yanho first, was someone who, in the Jeongju region, was feared more than the god of death himself.

*’To see someone like that struggling to talk to a young man…’ *

No matter how absurd things happened in the martial world, they were the only ones who had witnessed something like this.

“Everyone wants to become friends with young hero Wei.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s just that…”

Did he really not know?

Connections were power, and power was connections.

One of the reasons why the Crouching Dragon Academy, to which Wei Sanho belonged, continued to exist despite doubts about its usefulness was that, in the long run, it was more beneficial to train there and establish connections than simply practice at home.

Connections could turn into strength or knowledge. That was why it was advantageous to become friends with the talented from the beginning.

“There’s nothing wrong with establishing good relationships with good people.”
“And what do I gain from that?”
“No, it’s not for you, but for them…”

Ho Cheolsan couldn’t help but question himself.

*’Now that I think about it, it’s strange.’ *

If Wei Yanho were a normal martial artist, these connections might be useful. But Wei Yanho was… Wei Yanho.

There was no way these superficial relationships would help him. Would someone who wouldn’t even move if he saw thieves entering his house make an effort for others? It was unimaginable.

“Ah!”

Finally, Ho Cheolsan understood the problem.

*’They don’t know.’ *

Everyone who needed to know, knew that Wei Yanho was the biggest Lazy person in the world. But the problem was that *only* those who needed to knew. Wei Yanho had an extremely limited social circle, and his existence had only recently become known.

Obviously, those who had just learned of his existence didn’t know he was Lazy.

*’This isn’t going to end well…’ *

Ho Cheolsan looked at Wei Yanho with concern.

Wei Yanho, with evident irritation, looked around as if regretting coming down.

“Have you gathered here hoping that I’ll give you something to eat?”
“T-that’s something you should say quietly!”
“Why? Did I say something wrong?”
“Because the truth is more dangerous!”
“…Huh? That’s true.”

Wei Yanho, slightly outmatched in logic, was looking for an answer when someone entered.

“Is this the accommodation of the Righteous Martial Alliance?”

It was a deep voice.

But its tone resonated with such intensity that it immediately attracted everyone’s attention. Without realizing it, those present turned around and tensed up, noticing the profound qi in that voice.

“I-it’s Do Wan (刀完)!”
“Do Wan?”

Those present looked back with expressions of panic.

“Even Do Wan came?”

Wei Yanho tilted his head, confused.

Who was this Do Wan to cause such a commotion?

“Who is he?”

Ho Cheolsan replied with a tense expression:

“It’s Do Wan! The great hunter Peng Chaoyeon (彭朝演), current leader of the Peng family of Hebei!”
“The Peng family of Hebei?”

Wei Yanho clapped as if he understood.

“Ah, so he’s the father of the evil spirit?”
“…Huh?”
“That, you know? Peng Dogeuk, the evil spirit.”
“Ah, yes. He’s Peng Dogeuk’s father.”

Wei Yanho clicked his tongue.

“If he’s the father of that Peng Dogeuk, he can’t be very impressive. Like they say, like father, like son.”

*Did you just insult your own father?*

If Wei Jeonghan had heard that, he would have furiously denied, *”It’s not like that!”*

It was lucky that Wei Jeonghan wasn’t present.

Do Wan, Peng Chaoyeon, glanced around and fixed his gaze on Wei Yanho.

“So you’re Wei Yanho.”
“Yes?”
“I was passing through the area when rumors of Mount Hua caught my interest. Are you that Wei Yanho?”
“Yes, I’m Wei Yanho. Any problem?”
“I see.”

Peng Chaoyeon smiled.

“It’s an honor to start a relationship with a future hero. How about you grant me a moment of your time?”
“I’m busy.”
“… ”

Wei Yanho’s immediate response made Peng Chaoyeon’s face twitch.

“…It seems I’ve come to bother someone with commitments. If it’s not too much trouble, could I know what you have to do?”
“Sleep.”
“… ”

Peng Chaoyeon’s face began to contort. It was impressive how much displeasure he could express with his face. And the more it contorted, the more Ho Cheolsan shrank next to Wei Yanho.

*’Hey, you crazy bastard! It’s the Peng family!’ *

No one in the martial world would dare to belittle the Peng family of Hebei. Much less their leader. It wasn’t just because of their authority, comparable to that of an emperor in Hebei.

*’All the Pengs are half-crazy!’ *

There was a saying in the martial world: *”Don’t even associate with someone who bears the surname Huangbo or Peng.”* The members of the Peng family were famous for their explosive temper.

Peng Dogeuk, timid, and Peng Dohyeong, cautious, were considered rarities in the Peng family. But their father, Peng Chaoyeon, was a true representative of the Pengs.

At best, he was a frank guy. At worst, he had a serious anger management problem.

“Did you just tell me that you can’t talk to me because you have to sleep?”
“Wow, you understand quickly. I thought you’d be as slow as your son.”

At that moment, Ho Cheolsan understood the meaning of *enlightenment*.

*’Do whatever you want.’ *

Wei Yanho wasn’t just playing with a bomb, he was also adding fuel to the fire. It was too late to explain how dangerous the Peng family was.

Peng Chaoyeon’s body trembled.

With bloodshot eyes, he opened his mouth as if he were about to tear Wei Yanho apart.

“T-that is!” “E-ee-that is!”

At Peng Chaoyeon’s stuttering, the crowd began to retreat rapidly.

*’Is it starting?’ *
*’The rumors were true.’ *

If he exploded without warning, it would be like a natural disaster. But the reason why Peng Chaoyeon was still treated as a person in the martial world was that he gave clear signs before erupting.

Anyone who had grown up in the martial world knew that when the leader of the Pengs started to stutter, you had to run away no matter the reason.

“S-speak! S-speak to me!”

Wei Yanho looked at him curiously.

“Is he sick?”
“AAAAAAHHHH!!”

Peng Chaoyeon’s scream made people jump out of the windows to escape.

“He exploded!!”
“Run away!!”
“Someone call for reinforcements!!”

Wei Yanho watched, perplexed, as everyone fled.

“Why are they acting like that?”
“… ”

Ho Cheolsan smiled, resigned.

*’It was my mistake.’ *

He should never have brought Wei Yanho in front of so many people. He was the one who threw the spark into the straw, so he couldn’t blame anyone else.

And at that moment, Peng Chaoyeon roared and lunged at Wei Yanho.

“You little brat!!”