Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 469

C469 – The lazy demonstrates (4)

When Wei Yanho took Cheok Soogwang to his room, that is, inside the guest hall, the others were left not knowing what to do.

No one had imagined that the duel between the two would end this way.

Even if someone had anticipated this situation, they would never have been able to foresee the process.

Wei Jeonghan was also one of those.

After looking around briefly, Wei Jeonghan let out a silent sigh.

An uncomfortable atmosphere.

Although Wei Yanho and Cheok Soogwang had left the place, no one seemed able to move. Everyone remained motionless, absorbed in their thoughts.

“It’s understandable.”

Wei Jeonghan shook his head.

Even he, who believed he understood Wei Yanho well, had received a considerable shock. How much greater would the shock have been for the others?

“It seems this is enough, Honorable Master of Divine Abilities.”

The Master of Divine Abilities’s ploy of using Wei Yanho for a show of force had been a resounding success. Not even the Master of Divine Abilities himself would have expected such a great effect. Because not even he knew that Wei Yanho had become so strong.

If Wei Jeonghan didn’t know, how would he know?

No matter how much of a Master of Divine Abilities he was, he couldn’t know everything under the sky.

The effect was terrifying.

Just seeing the expressions of horror and despair on the faces of the Tang Family members, it was easy to guess what they were thinking.

It was understandable.

Even Tang Cheongun had a similar expression.

“How unfortunate.”

Wei Jeonghan was not unaware of why Tang Cheongun had immediately brought Cheok Soogwang before Wei Yanho. He would have wanted Wei Yanho to defeat him. That way, he could regain his honor and facilitate future conversations.

Wei Jeonghan wouldn’t have disliked it either, so he allowed it. He was also sure that Wei Yanho would not lose against Cheok Soogwang.

But still…

“This is a bit excessive.”

If the duel had run its course and Cheok Soogwang had lost, it would have been as Tang Cheongun expected. But no matter how much he went over it, this could not be called a duel.

It had simply been a one-sided advance by Wei Yanho against Cheok Soogwang. So much so that he didn’t even remember if Cheok Soogwang had had any highlights at the beginning.

If he, who knew Wei Yanho’s abilities better than anyone else because he was his father, was so shocked, how would the others be?

The Tang Family members probably wouldn’t be able to raise their heads in front of Wei Yanho for a while.

“Although it won’t last long.”

A person’s prestige is not determined only by their ability. Their personality is also important. Even those intimidated by Wei Yanho’s abilities would eventually begin to point fingers when they saw his actions.

“I must finish before that.”

Wei Jeonghan curved his lips slightly. In any case, the result had exceeded expectations. What he had to do now was not be surprised, but take advantage of it.

So, where to start…?

At that moment, Wei Yanho, who had entered the guest hall, poked his head out.

“Father!”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you coming in?”

“Y-yes, I’m going.”

Wei Jeonghan headed to the hall. Although his mind was occupied, it was time to put that aside.

“Mmm…”

Wei Jeonghan observed the people sitting around.

Wei Yanho and Cheok Soogwang, Jangil and Jegal Munin.

And Tang Cheongun with Jegal Yeom, sitting around a round table.

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

No one wanted to be the first to speak. Wei Yanho was the one who should ease the tension, but expecting that from him was too much.

In the end, Wei Jeonghan had no choice but to speak.

“Em…”

Where to start?

“It was a good duel?”

No. If he said that, Cheok Soogwang might throw his sword at him immediately. It was better to avoid mentioning the duel.

So, what to say?

Sweat broke out on Wei Jeonghan’s forehead. The duel had been so intense that his mind was full of those images, and it was difficult to start a conversation without mentioning it.

While Wei Jeonghan hesitated, Cheok Soogwang offered a bitter smile.

Then, he spoke instead.

“You’re strong.”

“Huh?”

“Strong. Extremely strong. Incredibly strong. How could you become so powerful at your age?”

“Ah, that?”

Wei Yanho scratched his head.

“When a demon torments you, you become strong.”

“Demon?”

“My master.”

Tang Cheongun and Jegal Yeom’s eyebrows twitched.

Apparently, they didn’t like Wei Yanho calling his master a “demon.”

But Cheok Soogwang didn’t care.

“It seems your master trained you hard. May I know who he is?”

“You wouldn’t know him… Well, maybe you would, but it’s hard to explain. It’s a rather strange story…”

“Mmm, I understand.”

Cheok Soogwang nodded.

In the martial world, it was common to hide one’s origins. Since this world was full of grudges and entanglements, revealing one’s origins could make enemies or complicate things. If someone avoided talking about their origins, not asking was an unwritten rule.

“Is he still alive?”

“My master?”

“Yes.”

“He died a long time ago.”

A long, long time ago, like about three hundred years.

Cheok Soogwang made a face of disappointment.

“If he were alive, I would have liked to meet him.”

“…It would be better if you didn’t.”

“Ah, yes?”

“Yes. He’s a stubborn old man.”

It was obvious.

Although Wei Yanho claimed to be the legitimate heir of the Wei family of Guangdong, Baek Muhan despised him, saying he had nothing to do with that family of unknown martial artists.

Baek Muhan, who even belittled the name of the respectable Wei family of Guangdong, would have…

“It would be a miracle if he addressed a word to him.”

It was very likely that he wouldn’t even speak to him. His master was someone who prided himself on being a descendant of a distinguished family. Only under those circumstances had he accepted Wei Yanho as a disciple. If his master had been alive, Wei Yanho would never have been a disciple of Baek Muhan.

“Your master must have been very strong.”

“He wasn’t human.”

“That much?”

“I can’t explain it with words.”

“If you fought against him now, how long would you last?”

“Last?”

Wei Yanho twisted his face. He wasn’t angry or upset, but trying to find a way to explain it.

“You might not understand… but I can only say it like this. Even if you don’t understand, accept it.”

“Tell me.”

“If I fight my master, he destroys me in one second.”

“……”

“But that doesn’t mean I can withstand a second against him. Mmm, I don’t know how to explain it… My master transcended the concept of connected techniques in martial arts. No one can block his first second. If you manage to block that second, then you could compete with him. But that ‘second’ is, mmm…”

Wei Yanho shuddered.

Cheok Soogwang realized that Wei Yanho had just imagined a duel against his master. That tremor was the reaction to being defeated in one second.

“It can’t be blocked.”

Wei Yanho’s conclusion was simple.

“No one can block it. No one.”

“…I understand.”

If someone else had said that, he would have taken it as boasting. But no one there could think that Wei Yanho was exaggerating.

Simply because Wei Yanho was very strong.

“He is someone who created those martial arts.”

There were principles and applications never seen before. Whoever could instill that in their disciple was no less than a martial god.

“So, if you continue training, could you reach him someday?”

“Impossible.”

Wei Yanho shook his head firmly.

“Didn’t your master show you the summit?”

“It seems that not even he had the answer. It’s like this: imagine a mountain composed only of steep cliffs. A mountain impossible to climb. And at the top is my master. Then he shouts at you: ‘I climbed, so if you try hard, you can too’.”

“…There is no solution.”

“That’s how it was.”

Wei Yanho sighed. Every time he talked about his master, he became talkative.

Not only because he had many complaints, but because the stronger he became, the more new aspects of his master he discovered that he didn’t know before.

It was as if the topic never ran out.

“Having met that master was a blessing.”

“…That’s also complicated.”

Blessing or curse?

Wei Yanho couldn’t answer.

If he went back to the past, would he enter that cave again?

Probably yes.

But not because he wanted to become strong despite his master’s torment. Just…

“Because I want to see his face one more time.”

Wei Yanho didn’t respect Baek Muhan as a martial artist. No matter how strong he was, Wei Yanho didn’t respect martial artists. This world, where simply being stronger made you worthy of the respect of others, seemed absurd to him.

But he liked Baek Muhan as a person.

Strict but affectionate, full of arrogance but sincere.

It was impossible not to appreciate him as a human being.

Although probably no one else would think the same.

If Wei Yanho hadn’t been his disciple, he probably would have pointed his finger at him and insulted him.

“…I feel like I’ve been spat in the face.”

“Huh?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Wei Yanho waved his hand and looked at Cheok Soogwang.

“By the way, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Me?”

“Yes. In fact, I was about to go look for you about that, but since you said you were coming, I waited.”

“How strange. That you have something to ask me. I thought you already knew everything I know.”

“It doesn’t have to do with martial arts.”

“I understand, but it hurts to hear it.”

Cheok Soogwang smiled bitterly.

He felt it again: the fact that this young man in front of him was someone he couldn’t aspire to equal. The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed, but that was the reality.

“The word will soon spread.”

That Cheok Soogwang lost against Wei Yanho would be a topic of conversation. But compared to the fact that the leader of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance lost against Wei Yanho, that was nothing.

Both those who sympathized with the Righteous Heavenly Alliance and those who hated it would spread this amazing news. Seven days and nights would be enough for it to spread throughout the Central Plains.

The impact would be enormous.

“Before…”

When Wei Yanho spoke, Cheok Soogwang cleared his mind. What happened next was a matter for the future; now he had to concentrate on this conversation.

“You said you took that, right? The Blood Explosive Dans.”

“Yes.”

“Then how are you still alive?”

At this absurd question, Cheok Soogwang was surprised.

“Huh?”

“Shouldn’t you be dead?”

After reflecting for a good while, Cheok Soogwang came to a conclusion.

He turned his head slightly towards Wei Jeonghan and spoke.

“Hey, can you come here a moment?”

“…Yes.”

Like an ox led to the slaughterhouse, Wei Jeonghan was dragged away by Cheok Soogwang.