Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 377

Chapter 377: The Lazy Man Screams (2)

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho opened his eyes and looked around him.

‘Where am I?’

He felt familiarity and strangeness at the same time.

It was a familiar, yet different place. He had no reason to be here. This place was…

“A cave?”

The cave where he had spent five years with Baek Muhan.

Wei Yanho looked around in disbelief.

“Why are you making such a fuss? You aren’t a newborn chick.”

Wei Yanho’s body trembled. He saw someone familiar behind him.

“Master?”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Baek Muhan looked at him with disappointment.

“Still haven’t woken up? Wake up!”

“Ah…”

Wei Yanho nodded:

“It’s a dream.”

Baek Muhan said nothing.

“Master is dead. So, he can’t be alive.”

“I was already dead, you brat.”

“But…”

To be exact, it was impossible for Baek Muhan, who had disappeared, to reappear. What Wei Yanho was seeing was a dream or an illusion created by his subconscious.

“It seems I’m having a hard time forgetting you, Master.”

“Tsk tsk, how pathetic.”

Wei Yanho looked at Baek Muhan.

The Baek Muhan in front of him wasn’t the real Baek Muhan. It was an imitation, created from Wei Yanho’s memories.

But that didn’t matter.

He was lucky to be able to see his master’s face. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

“Master.”

“What, brat?”

“I lost.”

“Huh?”

“I lost. No excuses.”

Baek Muhan’s expression changed upon hearing Wei Yanho.

“So what?”

“I lost.”

“And then?”

Baek Muhan’s reaction made Wei Yanho angry:

“That’s all you have to say?! I lost!”

Thwack!

“Khek!”

Wei Yanho cried.

Since he had received many blows, the pain was vivid. His body perfectly remembered the pain after having received hundreds of thousands of blows.

“Why did you hit me?!”

“For acting pathetically!”

Baek Muhan looked at Wei Yanho with disappointment:

“What’s wrong with losing once? Victory and defeat are inevitable; defeat makes you stronger. What warrior hasn’t lost sometime? Everyone wins and loses. The one who survives in the end wins. If you aren’t dead, you haven’t lost.”

“…Has Master ever lost?”

“Never.”

“…”

“…”

An awkward silence.

Wei Yanho looked at Baek Muhan with a strange expression.

“…I don’t know what to say. Really.”

“It’s a joke! A joke! Can’t I joke?”

Baek Muhan looked at Wei Yanho with disappointment:

“Of course, I’ve lost.”

“Really?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Did you ever defeat your father when you were a kid?”

“Huh?”

“Me too. I always lost.”

“But that’s different. It wasn’t a battle.”

“It wasn’t a battle?”

Baek Muhan’s expression hardened:

“Then what is a battle to you?”

Wei Yanho couldn’t answer immediately.

“Is a battle only when people of the same age and ability compete?”

“It’s not just that.”

“You fool!”

Baek Muhan was truly angry:

“Does winning or losing matter? If there is someone in the world that you cannot defeat, you will always be a loser. Do you get discouraged by losing a battle? You, my disciple?”

“No…”

“Do you get discouraged and angry about it? How do you tolerate that there is someone stronger than you in this world? Just because you haven’t fought, doesn’t mean you wouldn’t lose if you did. Are you satisfied with being a fugitive instead of a loser?”

“No! That’s not true!”

“That’s right.”

Baek Muhan nodded. As if that was the requirement to be his disciple.

“I’ve never lost in my life. But I’ve always lost. Before thirty, I was always a loser. I knew it, so I strived to win.”

Wei Yanho shook his head in disgust.

He sometimes did incredible things. The reason why that short-tempered person was able to become the best warrior of all time was perhaps his ambition.

But to say that you’re a loser if there’s someone stronger than you… what an absurd idea.

“So, brat, don’t be discouraged. What changes with a defeat?”

“Wow…”

Wei Yanho blinked and asked:

“So, can I only stop being a loser if I become the best warrior?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Because I’m here.”

Baek Muhan pointed to himself arrogantly:

“You must defeat me. Then you won’t be a loser.”

“Master is dead!”

“Yes. So what? Are you satisfied because you’re lucky you weren’t born in my time?”

“…Must I reach that level?”

How powerful did he have to be?

“Of course. After becoming the best warrior of the era, I followed in the footsteps of the best warriors before me. Those who could compare to me.”

‘That sounds familiar…’

Of course, because this Baek Muhan wasn’t the real one, but the one created by Wei Yanho. He could only repeat what Wei Yanho had heard.

“And then?”

“They were all weak.”

“Compared to you?”

“It’s simple. If you want to know the level of Zhang Sanfeng’s martial arts, go to Wudang, study the techniques of the Tai Chi Sword and practice diligently, and you’ll see what level you can reach.”

“…Would Wudang show me that?”

“What if they don’t?”

“I’d try to stop them even if I died.”

“But it seems they didn’t want to die.”

Wei Yanho closed his eyes and pitied the warriors who lived in the same era as Baek Muhan.

How unlucky to have to live in the same era as him.

Honestly, he wanted to understand why the martial world had tried to kill him.

No, wait. Did he say he had received many blows?

Honestly, that was a natural disaster. If something is impossible to stop with human force, it’s a natural disaster.

“……And what happened?”

Anyway, he had to satisfy his curiosity.

Baek Muhan replied calmly:

“Dalma and Sanfeng, nothing special. Dalma wasn’t even the best of Shaolin.”

“Huh?”

“The one who completed the seventy-two postures wasn’t Dalma, but Liuzu Huineng. The real best warrior of Shaolin was Liuzu Huineng. Dalma… well, his technique was authentic, but that was all.”

What a world.

He even heard that Dalma wasn’t a big deal.

“And Sanfeng?”

“He couldn’t defeat Dalma.”

“…”

He wanted to refute, but he couldn’t.

What could he say? He was the best warrior of all time. Not only did he believe it, but also history.

“There was only one, someone worth fighting.”

“Who?”

“Tianma (Heavenly Demon).”

Baek Muhan said calmly:

“Since the Heavenly Demon was the best warrior of the Demon Cult martial arts, I studied all his techniques.”

“You must have gone to the Demon Cult and forced the demons to give you their technique books.”

“How do you know?”

“…”

He no longer wanted to talk.

“Anyway, I studied those techniques a lot. I could use other techniques, but the demonic techniques were different, so I couldn’t learn them. I suffered a lot.”

“And the conclusion?”

“He was strong.”

Baek Muhan said seriously:

“He was really strong. It’s obvious if you think about it backwards. Monks like Dalma and Sanfeng were exaggerated by their successors. Saying they were the best.”

“Yes.”

“While the Heavenly Demon was criticized, but he was still considered similar to them. That proves the Heavenly Demon was twice as strong.”

“Makes sense.”

“All demonic techniques begin and end with the Heavenly Demon. If his techniques had been transmitted correctly, it wouldn’t be strange for them to have problems.”

“But the Heavenly Demon is dead. Why didn’t the Demon Cult prosper if the Heavenly Demon’s techniques had been transmitted correctly? You said the Demon Cult only had a remnant in your time.”

“Yes.”

“Then why has the Demon Cult resurfaced?”

“I’ve been thinking about that…”

“Yes.”

Baek Muhan scratched his head:

“I don’t want to admit it, but I think the Heavenly Demon had a similar level to mine.”

“That much?”

“Of course, he was weaker than me. If we fought, I could kill him in a hundred moves. But that’s already superhuman…”

“…Sure.”

“So, couldn’t he do the same as me?”

“Huh?”

Baek Muhan hit his chest in frustration, seeing that Wei Yanho didn’t understand:

“Just as I created a core to create my own thought, the Heavenly Demon could have done it too.”

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho’s eyes trembled:

‘That’s possible.’

“He could have left a more refined thought than me. He was an expert. I’m not good with demonic techniques, but he was the source of countless deaths.”

“Master is the source of all evil.”

“Shut up.”

Wei Yanho flinched in fear.

“If the Heavenly Demon left his thought, and it was discovered after my time, it’s not strange that the Demon Cult has resurfaced.”

“Hmm…”

Wei Yanho nodded slowly. It was a possibility.

“Be careful, Yanho.”

“Huh? Careful?”

Baek Muhan nodded seriously:

“I used this method because I wanted to leave my techniques. But the Heavenly Demon wouldn’t have done that. The Heavenly Demon had another objective.”

“Objective?”

Wei Yanho tilted his head.

Objective?

Baek Muhan looked at Wei Yanho and spoke:

“If someone with the mental strength of the Heavenly Demon leaves his thought, what would his objective be?”

“Could it be…”

Baek Muhan nodded.

Baek Muhan said something he didn’t want to imagine:

“Yes. Resurrection.”