Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 378

Chapter 378: The Lazy Man Shouts (3)

“Resurrection?”

Wei Yanho’s eyes widened.

Resurrection…

Wei Yanho looked at Baek Muhan with a serious expression.

“Have you read too many novels? You should say something sensible.”

Of course, this Baek Muhan was another manifestation of Wei Yanho. Subconsciously, Wei Yanho thought that Tianma (Heavenly Demon) could do that. But Wei Yanho couldn’t accept it easily.

“How can someone dead be resurrected?”

“I was dead too.”

“That…”

Baek Muhan said calmly,

“It would be impossible according to logic. But I, even though I was dead, managed to leave my thought for three hundred years, so it’s not impossible.”

“No, but…”

“And if there is remaining thought and internal energy, it could be transferred to another body.”

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho grabbed his stomach.

“Seriously?”

“You brat!”

Thwack!

Baek Muhan’s fist struck Wei Yanho’s head. Wei Yanho fell to the ground.

“Aaaaaah!”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!”

“No! Can’t I even talk in this situation?”

“Do you want more?”

“I think I was too insolent, Master.”

Wei Yanho was annoyed.

‘It’s my dream!’

He couldn’t resist even in a dream, how deeply was Baek Muhan engraved in his mind?

“You brat! I could have lived for another hundred years. I gave up my life to ascend, why would I steal your insignificant body to live?”

“It’s not insignificant! It’s precious to me!”

“How pathetic.”

Baek Muhan clicked his tongue and continued.

“And I don’t know how to take your body. I’m not an expert in the spiritual realm.”

“Oh, does Master have weaknesses too?”

“Rather, there was no need. I never had a disciple who didn’t obey me.”

“……”

Wei Yanho looked at Baek Muhan with a “I knew it” expression.

It was lucky that Baek Muhan didn’t have a body. Otherwise, Wei Yanho would have suffered much more.

“Anyway, it’s possible for the Heavenly Demon. Do you understand?”

“Since I don’t understand, explain it to me directly.”

“…”

Normally, that gaze would make a person shrink. But Wei Yanho knew he was useless, so he didn’t care.

Baek Muhan sighed as he saw Wei Yanho with his chest puffed out.

How could the best warrior of all time, who was admired and feared, have such a disciple?

“It means that the Heavenly Demon could resurrect in your generation.”

“…That’s a cool phrase. Heavenly Demon…”

Wei Yanho laughed.

“What nonsense!”

“It’s true.”

“Why now?”

“Because it’s been fine until now, now it’s possible.”

“…”

Wei Yanho trembled.

“Didn’t you say the Heavenly Demon was similar to you?”

“I can kill him in a hundred moves.”

“A hundred moves against Master?”

“Yes.”

Then…

“Does that mean you could easily defeat the top ten warriors in the world?”

“Yes.”

“…”

There was no response.

If looked at objectively, the warriors he had seen so far couldn’t face Baek Muhan.

Wei Yanho couldn’t do anything against Baek Muhan either if he used his full strength. The fact that he could face his master in a hundred moves meant that he had also reached a high level.

“Also…”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been analyzing his techniques for three hundred years. The Heavenly Demon was already a character from three hundred years ago. That means his thought has continued for six hundred years.”

“Why?”

“Do you think he was inactive for six hundred years?”

“…”

“A snake that lives for six hundred years becomes a dragon, if the Heavenly Demon had lived for six hundred years more…”

“Can you say something hopeful?”

“Don’t worry. You’re my disciple.”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

Wei Yanho sighed deeply.

That meant that the leader of this Demon Cult invasion might be the Heavenly Demon, not the Supreme Leader. Then…

‘Everyone will die.’

If Baek Muhan’s analysis was correct, no one in the martial world could stop the Heavenly Demon. The martial world would be dominated by demonic martial arts…

“Should I join the Demon Cult?”

“You brat!”

Thwack!

Wei Yanho grabbed his head and protested.

“Then what do I do! I can’t win! I couldn’t even defeat a Bishop!”

“If you had learned my techniques properly, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“If it were easy, no one would suffer so much!”

“What about your enlightenment?”

“……”

Wei Yanho closed his mouth.

“I told you that you should obtain your own enlightenment by observing the world and expanding your techniques.”

“…Yes.”

Wei Yanho knelt down involuntarily.

His playful attitude had disappeared before his master’s severe reprimand.

“You obtained a little power and became arrogant. You didn’t train, that’s why you lost.”

Wei Yanho lowered his head.

It was true that he was arrogant. Although he knew that there is always someone stronger, he believed that no one could defeat him except his master.

“Martial arts is always a battle with yourself. You stopped fighting yourself, what is the point of obtaining power? It’s natural for you to regress.”

“Then what should I do?”

Baek Muhan smiled kindly at Wei Yanho’s question.

“You asked what you should do?”

“Yes.”

“You know best.”

“…Master?”

Baek Muhan slowly drew his sword.

“Life is like that. There are always difficulties.”

Slowly.

Baek Muhan’s sword moved slowly.

It only moved a little, but it was impossible to look away.

It was a beautiful movement.

The sword, which moved slowly as if it were absorbing souls, gradually increased its speed.

“You can escape or surrender. Some will try to ascend, others will try to break it.”

Baek Muhan’s sword flowed with the wind.

It was not known whether Baek Muhan’s sword created the wind, or whether Baek Muhan’s sword was moved by the wind. Perhaps both, perhaps neither.

It simply flowed.

Simply.

Baek Muhan’s sword movement had become a dance.

Sword Dance.

But it was different from a normal sword dance.

When the tip of the sword moved, the world moved. When the world moved, the tip of the sword moved.

Everything was one, his master’s sword movement was moving the world.

“There are many people and many options, how can there only be one right answer? Don’t look for the answer. What you desire, what you choose, is the answer. You are my disciple.”

The wind blew.

A warm breeze enveloped Wei Yanho.

Wei Yanho immersed himself in Baek Muhan’s sword dance, which was shaking the world.

***

“Hmm…”

Jin Yeran raised her head.

Wei Yanho was twitching.

“Young Master! Young Master!”

Jin Yeran grabbed Wei Yanho’s shoulder and shook him.

“Young Master, are you okay?”

“Hmm…”

Wei Yanho slowly opened his eyes.

He then stood up.

“Ah…”

Wei Yanho looked around him with a dazed expression.

“Have you regained consciousness?”

“…”

Wei Yanho, who understood the situation, looked into the distance with an expression of disbelief.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Jin Yeran fell silent.

She didn’t know why, but she felt that she shouldn’t disturb Wei Yanho.

“…Master.”

Wei Yanho muttered and closed his eyes.

Although he knew it was a dream, that it wasn’t his real master, but one created from his memories, he couldn’t help but feel nostalgia.

Wei Yanho put his hand on his chest.

He felt the core of Baek Muhan in his stomach.

“Hu… huu…”

Wei Yanho sighed deeply and looked at Jin Yeran.

“How long was I unconscious?”

“…Three days.”

“Three days…”

Wei Yanho nodded. He seemed to have received a great impact. He had been unconscious for three days.

“What about the others?”

“Everyone… is fine.”

Wei Yanho’s expression hardened.

He had noticed something strange in Jin Yeran’s tone. As expected, she couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Tell me.”

“Young Master…”

“Tell me.”

Jin Yeran sighed as Wei Yanho pursed his lips.

Clang!

Jangil was surprised to see the door open violently.

And seeing Wei Yanho enter with a demonic expression, he closed his eyes.

“What happened?”

“……”

“What does this mean?!”

“Calm down.”

“Do I look calm?”

Wei Yanho clenched his fists. Jangil saw his tight lips. He knew what Wei Yanho was feeling, so he said nothing.

“Explain it to me. I don’t understand anything.”

“It’s just…”

Jangil sighed.

He couldn’t keep quiet. What would it change by hiding something that would eventually be known? Jangil, who had let go of everything, explained what had happened.

Jangil waited for Wei Yanho’s reaction.

But surprisingly, Wei Yanho didn’t get angry. He thought he would shout and look for the culprit, but he sat down with an expression of disbelief.

“This is crazy…”

“……”

“So, my brother is not my brother, and he went to verify his identity?”

“……”

“You want me to believe you?”

Wei Yanho’s voice trembled slightly.

“I don’t believe it yet either. It’s not something easy to believe…”

Wei Yanho stood up abruptly.

“Where are you going?”

“To someone who knows the truth.”

Jangil sighed as he watched Wei Yanho leave.

Someone who knows the truth?

There was only one.

Jangil licked his lips as he watched Wei Yanho leave towards Wei Jeonghan.

‘It seems that a turbulent era is approaching.’

Everything in the world was mixing together.

Everything was staggering.

Jangil prayed that Wei Yanho would not be affected by this great change.