Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 500

# 500

**Confusion.**

That was the emotion Heavenly Flowing Sword harbored when faced with Wei Yanho.

*The Infinity Sword?*

Wei Yanho claimed to have inherited the legacy of the Infinity Sword. But that…

*No. It can’t be.*

Although, in reality, it was entirely possible. The Great Family of the Infinity Sword had been shattered and scattered across the world, unable even to maintain their lineage properly. A hundred years passed before the descendants of the Infinity Sword managed to escape the surveillance of the martial world.

Among the scattered descendants, it would not be strange if some had followed the path of the Infinity Sword on their own.

It didn’t matter if it was from the main or secondary lineage.

If someone inherited the Infinity Sword, that person became the main lineage. Wasn’t that the philosophy of the Great Family of the Infinity Sword?

So, had Wei Yanho also inherited the family’s lineage?

But, if that was the case…

Why didn’t he show any empathy?!

Why did he ignore the atrocious hell they had suffered for three hundred years after the death of Baek Muhan?

What had his master taught him?

Should someone who only inherited the technique but not the spirit of the family be recognized as a descendant of the Infinity Sword?

*That can’t be.*

Heavenly Flowing Sword’s eyes twisted like those of a demon.

How could he accept it? The years they had suffered were etched into his bones.

No one in the world had the right to condemn them. Those who didn’t understand the pain they had endured…

How dare they judge them, those who closed their eyes and covered their ears, ignoring everything?

Heavenly Flowing Sword shouted as if spitting blood:

“What do you know about the Baek Family?!”

But Wei Yanho remained unmoved in the slightest.

“I don’t know. And I don’t need to know.”

“You don’t *need* to know?”

Wei Yanho looked directly at him and replied:

“In the end, everyone has their own stance, right? I don’t know what great tragedy lies behind you, but you don’t expect that upon hearing it, I’ll change my mind and say: *”Ah, I understand. I’ll fight by your side”*, right?”

“… ”

“In the end, we’ll only confirm our positions and cross swords. What’s the point of listening to it? You can’t tolerate me getting in your way, and I don’t like what you do. People always follow parallel lines.”

A cold gaze.

Wei Yanho’s eyes were colder than ever.

Seeing that glacial look, Heavenly Flowing Sword’s chest froze.

*He’s not wrong.*

A laugh escaped his lips.

Yes, he knew it.

If they had believed that complaining about their injustice would change anything, they wouldn’t have taken this path. They could have chosen more moderate methods. But the martial world had never changed through moderate means.

In the end, it was the law of the strongest.

In the martial world, the clamor of the weak was only an empty echo. If they wanted to change their situation, there was only one option: to become stronger. The strong was the truth. No matter how much they had denied it over the years, that truth had never changed.

That’s how it was.

So, what did they need words for? If he proved that he was stronger, that would become the “truth”.

“Huuu…”

Heavenly Flowing Sword took a deep breath and raised his sword.

“What a shame to have shown this weakness.”

He calmed down.

What kind of pathetic spectacle was it to fight in a state of excitement?

*I still have a long way to go.*

A swordsman should never lose his composure. Excitement dulled the sword. And he had become excited in front of a rival who was perhaps the greatest of his life?

The height of indignity.

He had believed he had regained some serenity, but it had all been an illusion. Heavenly Flowing Sword tilted his head slightly towards Wei Yanho.

It would have been easier to attack while he was agitated. But Wei Yanho had allowed him to regain his composure. As a swordsman, he should be grateful.

“It’s shameful to have received your help.”

Wei Yanho replied in a calm voice:

“I just thought it would be easier to understand if I defeated you in your best state.”

They were cold words.

But they were enough.

Heavenly Flowing Sword’s gaze towards Wei Yanho no longer wavered.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“If they are your last words.”

Heavenly Flowing Sword smiled wryly.

“Yes, answer me as if they were.”

“Go ahead.”

“Did you inherit the sword of the Baek Family?”

Wei Yanho nodded without hesitation. There was no longer any reason to hide it. And, after coming this far, he couldn’t do it either.

“You could say yes.”

“So, your sword is also the sword of the Baek Family.”

“That’s different.”

Wei Yanho denied firmly.

“Didn’t you just say that you inherited the sword of the Baek Family?”

“Yes.”

“Then isn’t it the sword of the Baek Family?”

“It is not.”

Wei Yanho was adamant.

“If the *Muhak* of Shaolin came from Tibet, can it be called *Tibetan Muhak*?”

“… I suppose not.”

“All the martial arts in the world share similar roots. But that doesn’t mean they are the same. Similarly, even though I have inherited the sword of the Baek Family, I cannot call my sword “the sword of the Baek family”. My sword is mine. It is the sword of the Wei Family.”

“I understand.”

Heavenly Flowing Sword nodded. Now he was clear.

“But your master was from the Baek family, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“What became of him?”

It was an obvious question. He wasn’t asking it out of ignorance.

“Obviously, he passed away.”

“What a pity. I would have liked to meet him.”

It was natural for Heavenly Flowing Sword to feel that way. Just by seeing Wei Yanho, he could imagine how powerful his master had been.

It was regrettable not to have been able to witness with his own eyes someone who followed a different path from the Infinity Sword.

“You should say “how lucky”.”

“Lucky?”

“If my master were still alive, the moment he heard that the Baek family had allied with the Demon Cult, he would have razed the Baekgeom Fortress without leaving a grain of dust.”

Wei Yanho shuddered.

Just thinking about it scared him.

Imagining Baek Muhan wielding his sword with foam in his mouth was a terrifying vision. In that state, he would have been like an Asura descending to the mortal world.

The only difference was that, while the Asura was defeated by Indra, his master probably would have beaten even Indra.

“Don’t worry. I will show you the sword that you wanted to see from my master. And I will also do what he couldn’t.”

Heavenly Flowing Sword’s face darkened.

He wasn’t someone who didn’t understand the meaning of those words. Wei Yanho had just declared that he would destroy the Baekgeom Fortress with his own sword.

An arrogant statement.

And, above all, madness.

However, it didn’t sound arrogant at all.

Heavenly Flowing Sword’s eyes turned cold.

He didn’t fear the Righteous Martial Alliance or the Righteous Heavenly Alliance. As long as it wasn’t the Demon Cult, no force in the world could stop them.

Compared to the Righteous Martial Alliance, Wei Yanho was an insignificant existence. They could laugh at him again and again.

But…

Why couldn’t they laugh?

At this moment, Heavenly Flowing Sword felt it: perhaps those words could become reality.

If he didn’t kill Wei Yanho here and gave him time, Wei Yanho would become infinitely strong. Someday, even the entire Baekgeom Fortress together wouldn’t be able to face him.

*It’s crazy.*

Countless factions had dominated the martial world. But until now, only once had an individual ruled it.

The Sword Emperor.

The best swordsman of all time, the best in history, was the only one who subjected the martial world under his name.

Did Heavenly Flowing Sword believe that Wei Yanho could become as strong as Baek Muhan, the Sword Emperor?

Rationally, it was impossible.

Wei Yanho was strong, no doubt. But if he faced the clan leader, his strength would pale in comparison. The current leader of the Baek family was not only undoubtedly the best swordsman in the world, but it was also said that he was the one who most quickly followed in the footsteps of the Sword Emperor.

No matter how talented Wei Yanho was, even if it was granted that he surpassed the clan leader, he couldn’t overcome the years of experience of the latter.

There was no other possible answer.

So, why did he feel so uneasy?

Heavenly Flowing Sword brandished his sword.

He didn’t know why he felt that way. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find the answer.

If something bothered him, he only had to cut it off at the root.

“It is a pleasure to know the new sword of the Baek Family, but I regret that our positions are opposed. I will remember that the lineage of the Baek Family did not only continue through us.”

“The lineage of the Baek Family?”

Wei Yanho smiled wryly.

“It seems that you still don’t understand the situation. From the moment I raised my sword, you can no longer claim the lineage of the Baek family. Let me explain why.”

Wei Yanho raised his sword and pointed it towards Heavenly Flowing Sword.

“No more words.”

“Huu…”

Heavenly Flowing Sword also pointed his sword towards Wei Yanho in silence.

The two faced each other, motionless, with their swords crossed.

Silence.

A calm completely opposite to the previous chaos descended upon them.

*Gulp.*

The sound of someone swallowing saliva echoed like thunder. But no one looked for the culprit. No one could take their eyes off this confrontation.

If they looked away, even for an instant, everything could be decided. They couldn’t turn their heads or blink.

A prolonged duel.

It was Heavenly Flowing Sword who put an end to the endless confrontation.

His sword moved.

Slowly, calmly. As slowly as if it could absorb everything in the world.

*Slowly*?

Few noticed the incongruity.

A sword that moved with extreme slowness.

So slow that a fly could land on it.

In the midst of this tension, was his attack so leisurely?

Cheok Soogwang’s face twisted.

*Heavy sword.*

A slow sword.

But not entirely slow.

Although it moved calmly, most of those present couldn’t even perceive its movement.

That’s how it was.

It was a sword that stole time.

A sword that flowed with nature, moving with absolute naturalness.

Like water flowing downwards, like flowers inevitably wilting, the movement of that sword was so natural that it didn’t attract attention.

That’s why its movement didn’t seem strange.

And neither would it be if that sword severed his neck.

*The “Sword of Nature”?*

Wei Jeonghan gritted his teeth.

From his position as an observer, he had understood it immediately. But what about Wei Yanho? Had he noticed that that sword had him in its sights?

If Wei Jeonghan were in that place, he wouldn’t have noticed the approach of the sword until his head rolled. It would be as natural as the wind or breathing.

*But you are different.*

Because the one who was there was not Wei Jeonghan, but Wei Yanho.

Wei Jeonghan looked at Wei Yanho with firm eyes.

Eyes without hesitation.

Unwavering faith.

As a response to that faith, Wei Yanho raised his sword slowly.

From bottom to top.

A sword that ascended with exasperating slowness.

And everything it touched was divided.

The air, the wind, the clouds.

Even the old man dressed in white who wielded his sword against him couldn’t dodge it.