Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The Slacker Makes Up His Mind (1)

The atmosphere was heavy.

‘How many days have I been here?’

He wondered if he had ever felt such a heavy atmosphere before.

The mood was extremely depressing.

Saha, the Historian, looked outside.

Shuaaaaaaaaa.

‘It’s raining here too.’

Just like in the stories.

Gwanggu Singae was quiet. He only moved the bottle in his hand. He didn’t say or do anything else.

The heavy atmosphere pressed down on Saha.

“So, Wei Sanho is the son of the Supreme Leader of the Demon Cult?”

“I don’t know.”

Gwanggu Singae shook his head:

“I’m only guessing. I couldn’t ask, nor could I listen.”

“……”

“Don’t misunderstand. Everything I say comes from what I have heard, seen, and felt. I can only speak of what I have seen. I cannot know all the truths of the world.”

“But you, Singae, know more truths than anyone else.”

“That is true.”

Gwanggu Singae admitted easily.

Few knew more history than him. He had experienced much since his youth. He had been by Wei Yanho’s side, the center of history, so he knew things that others did not.

‘I knew too much.’

The truth is not always beneficial. Sometimes, there are truths that one would prefer not to know. He had enjoyed gathering information. But he soon realized.

How painful it was to know the secrets of the world.

“I would rather not know.”

Saha bit his lip.

Continuing with the questions was like reopening Gwanggu Singae’s wounds. But he had to ask. He had to know. Because his job was to see the secrets of the world and transmit them.

“How did Wei Yanho, the Radiant Martial Sovereign, feel at that time?”

“…I don’t know what to say.”

Gwanggu Singae scratched his head:

“He was calmer than I expected, more passionate than I expected, and more radical than I expected.”

“What…?”

“It’s difficult to describe his reaction. It was complicated. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t go look for Wei Sanho, and he couldn’t stand still.”

“True.”

“He requested help from the Righteous Martial Alliance… but he wasn’t very active. Wei Yanho knew it too. That the Righteous Martial Alliance would not attack the base of the Demon Cult for Wei Sanho.”

“It’s inevitable. Besides…”

Saha cautiously closed his mouth.

If the Righteous Martial Alliance intervened, Wei Sanho’s identity would be revealed. He wanted to avoid that.

“But it’s strange. The Master of Divine Abilities let this pass.”

“He didn’t want to let it pass. He wouldn’t have ignored it. Something else just happened.”

“Something else?”

“Something that you also know?”

“…Ah!”

When Saha was about to say something, Singae spoke:

“While the Master of Divine Abilities was busy, something happened here.”

“Huh?”

Singae sighed:

“Wei Yanho, who couldn’t do anything, started doing something obvious.”

“Something obvious?”

“Yes, training.”

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The sword flowed slowly.

Very slowly.

Jangil stared at the tip of the sword. He wondered if it was really moving.

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped from his lips.

He felt like he was drowning while looking at the tip of the sword.

The sword, which was pointing downwards in the morning, still hadn’t reached his chest by noon. It seemed to be completely still.

But the sword was moving. So subtly that it was imperceptible, but it was constantly moving.

“…Can you do that?”

“It’s difficult.”

Musan shook his head without hesitation.

It was simply raising the sword slowly. But how many people could do that for several hours?

It’s not about stopping, lifting it, and repeating.

It is still, but it must move.

“Isn’t stillness in motion a specialty of Shaolin?”

“That’s not stillness in motion.”

“Huh?”

“Because the movement is not a simple movement. Don’t you understand?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Amida Buddha.”

Musan repeated the name of Buddha.

“Just moving that slowly is a high-level technique. The human body cannot move with such precision. But that’s not all. Observe and feel.”

“What should I feel?”

“The internal energy.”

“Internal energy?”

Jangil opened his eyes at Musan’s vague words.

‘What should I feel?’

After carefully observing Wei Yanho, Jangil understood what Musan meant.

He was changing.

Not just the tip of the sword. Wei Yanho’s internal energy was also constantly changing.

Fast energy was becoming soft, and soft energy was becoming heavy.

‘It’s not just about moving slowly.’

Jangil’s expression hardened.

If the internal energy changed, the sword would also change. It wasn’t just about moving slowly. The slow sword was constantly changing.

“A monster.”

He didn’t fully understand what it meant. It was difficult for Jangil to understand. But he understood how difficult it was.

Drip.

The sweat running down his forehead fell to the ground. The sweat had soaked the ground. It had formed a small puddle.

It was a strange scene.

Jangil had never seen Wei Yanho sweat. Wei Yanho was like a cat. When it was hot, he was in the coolest place, and when it was cold, he was in the warmest place.

Wei Yanho always solved everything with minimal movement. Seeing him sweat was strange.

“It’s harder than it looks.”

“Huh?”

Peng Dogeuk said seriously:

“I’ve done similar training. I thought I was going to die.”

“Blunt sword?”

“Yes.”

Peng Dogeuk’s eyes showed admiration.

Training doesn’t depend only on will.

The human body has limits. No matter how high the level or how strong the will, one cannot endure more. Only those who have tortured themselves can endure a greater level of pain and pressure.

The burden that Wei Yanho was enduring was beyond Peng Dogeuk’s imagination. That meant that Wei Yanho had done training that Peng Dogeuk couldn’t even dream of.

That slacker.

‘To float calmly on the water, you must move desperately under the water.’

Although Wei Yanho seemed lazy, his skill didn’t appear out of nowhere. Peng Dogeuk realized that Wei Yanho had also gone through hellish training.

‘There are no shortcuts.’

If there is a fast path, no one would take the slow path. That means that the path that everyone takes is the fastest path. And that path was simple.

Effort.

Wei Yanho was following that path.

“You won’t get anything even if you stare at it.”

“Hmm…”

Musan nodded:

“What can a child who has just started using a sword learn by watching the elders fight? You’ll only waste your time. We must do what we must do.”

“Amida Buddha. You are right.”

“Why do you say Amida Buddha all the time? Damn monk. You only say that when you fight.”

“Amida Buddha.”

“Ay.”

Jangil was annoyed:

‘I don’t want to be strong.’

It wasn’t just Wei Yanho who felt powerless before the absolute power of the Bishop of the Demon Cult. Wei Yanho had at least fought against him, but they couldn’t even exchange swords.

They weren’t qualified.

From the perspective of the Insane Demon, they were trapped by minor and useless demons.

“Train.”

“Hmm.”

“My powerlessness is not a sin. The sin is knowing that you are powerless and doing nothing about it.”

Jangil opened his eyes:

“When did you become so good at talking?”

“……”

Peng Dogeuk closed his eyes.

Did that matter now?

“Ha.”

Jangil sighed:

“Seeing that you talk so much, and that monk recites the name of Buddha, it seems that the impact was great.”

“And you?”

Jangil fell silent at Peng Dogeuk’s words.

And me? Me?

Jangil gritted his teeth.

After that moment, he felt like he had fire in his stomach. No matter how much he tried, it kept burning.

Who could remain calm?

After feeling that powerlessness.

And realizing that those whom they thought they would face in the distant future could appear before them at any moment.

Wait to be able to face them in decades and then bow down?

‘I can’t.’

“I have no money, but I do have pride.”

Thinking that a beggar would humiliate himself before everyone would be a mistake. Jangil could beg, but he wouldn’t humiliate himself.

“Fine, let’s fight. I’ll destroy them first.”

“The will is good, but isn’t it too ambitious?”

“What?”

“Amida Buddha. Knowing your place is the beginning of progress.”

“Good! I’ll show you that your place is hell. Come, monk!”

Jangil walked forward, and Musa smiled and followed him.

But Peng Dogeuk didn’t follow them, and he looked at Wei Yanho.

‘Training?’

He had a question.

Was it really training?

An idea, perhaps too risky, crossed Peng Dogeuk’s mind.

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