Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 502

# 502

Wei Jeonghan watched with a contorted face as the Heavenly Flowing Sword fell to the ground.

He didn’t feel joy.

Instead, an unbearable dissonance washed over him.

It wasn’t that anything was wrong. It was hard to imagine someone with those mortal wounds plotting anything. Wei Yanho had defeated the Heavenly Flowing Sword with his skill. Nothing more, nothing less.

Even so, he couldn’t shake this feeling of discord.

It was the end of a legend.

The Heavenly Flowing Sword.

Those who knew him didn’t hesitate to consider him a candidate to be the best sword in the world. And his existence held a special meaning for Wei Jeonghan.

He was a wanderer, a knight errant.

Although he had enemies in the Baekgeom Fortress, he didn’t rely on them or stay there.

He only traveled the world under the sky as his roof, never refusing to visit any place where there was an exceptional sword.

Someone who lived only for the sword, without attachments.

Yes, that was the romance of a martial artist.

Wei Jeonghan admired the Heavenly Flowing Sword. More than becoming the best sword in the world, he wanted to be like him.

That’s why the scene of the Heavenly Flowing Sword being defeated produced a strange discomfort in him. Even though the one who had defeated him was his own son, this peculiar feeling didn’t diminish.

“It’s said that later waves push the earlier ones.”

Tang Cheongun’s sigh expressed Wei Jeonghan’s feelings.

Everyone is surpassed by new generations.

The passage of time is unstoppable. The strong who dominated the world, whose names were left in martial history, couldn’t rule forever. It’s the destiny that every martial artist must accept.

However…

‘It’s strange.’

Although it was a scene that should make him happy, he couldn’t feel pure happiness. Probably because Wei Jeonghan, more than a father to a child, was a swordsman following his own path.

A strange discomfort and dissonance swept the place.

Everyone had expressions similar to Wei Jeonghan’s.

Although they deeply wished for Wei Yanho to win, as martial artists they couldn’t help but identify with the legends that Wei Yanho was defeating one by one.

Thud.

The Heavenly Flowing Sword fell to his knees. Barely supporting himself with his trembling sword, he looked up at Wei Yanho.

The Heavenly Flowing Sword waiting for the final blow, and Wei Yanho calmly observing the scene.

It looked like a painting.

“Everyone, react!”

At that moment, Jegal Yeom shouted.

“What are you doing?! Keep your guard up!”

‘Ah!’

Wei Jeonghan straightened up abruptly.

Right. The outer walls of the Tang Family were surrounded by warriors from the Baekgeom Fortress. With their leader on the verge of death, they wouldn’t just stand by and watch.

Before they could sort out their thoughts, a shout arrived:

“Save the Grand Master!”

There was no response.

The warriors guarding the walls began to jump. The scene of the martial artists dressed in white jumping en masse was a spectacle in itself.

Like cherry blossoms falling.

‘It can’t be beautiful.’

Wei Jeonghan gritted his teeth. Each of those petals hid a sharp blade.

The swordsmen of the Baekgeom Fortress were famous for their superhuman training. They weren’t considered the best in the world for nothing. The warriors of the Tang Family alone wouldn’t be able to stop them.

Jegal Yeom exhorted:

“We only need to resist for a moment! It’s difficult for troops without a leader to continue fighting. If we hold on a little, they will retreat. We need the help of everyone present here!”

“I know.”

Cheok Soogwang had already drawn his sword. Without saying more, he ran forward. Wei Jeonghan and Tang Cheongun followed him.

“…End this.”

The Heavenly Flowing Sword maintained a thread of breath. Any ordinary person would have died several times already. Although his heart hadn’t been pierced, the blood lost already formed a pool on the ground.

“I don’t want to see the young ones hurt.”

Wei Yanho looked at him with cold eyes.

“If I have one request, it’s that if you take my life, let those young ones go. They don’t know anything. They don’t know what they’re doing. They’re just following orders. They don’t even know their connection to the Demon Cult. So…”

“Ignorance is also guilt.”

Wei Yanho cut him off firmly.

“If they had any interest, they would know what they’re doing. Obeying orders without thinking about the consequences is also a crime.”

“…Do they deserve to die for that?”

“Maybe not.”

Wei Yanho looked towards the swordsmen of the Baekgeom Fortress charging against the Tang Family.

“But if we let them go, they will be tools of others. If they are going to be enemies anyway, I don’t plan to be compassionate.”

The Heavenly Flowing Sword covered his face with one hand.

Stained with blood, he dyed his face red.

‘Determination.’

The mentality that every swordsman must have. The sword is cold and sharp. That’s why whoever wields it must also be. Whoever is swayed by compassion will never achieve great things.

He knew it, but…

With his vision blurred, the Heavenly Flowing Sword tried to focus on Wei Yanho.

With the world blurry, he saw the essence.

Behind the youthful appearance and playful tone, the nature of the swordsman emerged.

‘It’s scary.’

If that young man already has that mentality, who will be able to face him in the future?

‘We should have killed him here…’

We didn’t even manage to take him down risking our lives. The world is vast. Opportunities to kill Wei Yanho won’t be frequent. Only two possibilities remain.

To be dragged down by the chaos and eventually die, or to dominate that chaos and stand above the world.

“Hey.”

The Heavenly Flowing Sword spoke softly.

“I’ll listen to your last words.”

“Go.”

“…”

“Go see what’s beyond the Infinity Sword, what’s in that unreachable place… with your own eyes.”

Wei Yanho’s face tensed.

“That wouldn’t be good for you.”

“Kgh.”

The Heavenly Flowing Sword coughed. With so little energy, even the cough seemed weak. Every time he coughed, blood spurted out.

“Maybe. But I want to see it. It seems I can’t help but be a swordsman.”

Wei Yanho lowered his sword and approached.

‘It’s peculiar.’

They are definitely different. In personality and ability, there is no comparison. Even so, he saw his master superimposed on the Heavenly Flowing Sword.

‘Is it the blood?’

Three hundred years have passed. However much blood is shared, it must be very diluted. Calculating the relationship between Baek Muhan and the Heavenly Flowing Sword, even “distant” wouldn’t be enough.

Even so, he saw Baek Muhan in him.

He didn’t know if it was because of the actual resemblance, or because Wei Yanho wished to see his master in someone.

Wei Yanho slowly raised his sword.

But he didn’t hesitate.

If he was going to hesitate, he shouldn’t have wielded a sword. Although he didn’t learn it willingly, if he couldn’t escape his destiny as a swordsman, he had to maintain the proper mentality.

“Go in peace. My master will be there. Maybe he’ll scold you… but he’s warm-hearted, so apologize well.”

The Heavenly Flowing Sword closed his eyes.

Then Wei Yanho turned his sword to behead him.

Or so he intended.

In that instant, an overwhelming murderous aura enveloped him.

A chilling presence.

Not even a venomous snake would provoke such terror. Wei Yanho’s sword stopped.

And at that moment, a black figure appeared out of nowhere, took the Heavenly Flowing Sword, and jumped into the air.

Simultaneously, a peculiar emotion arose on Wei Yanho’s face.

What to call this feeling?

Anger?

Or surprise?

A whirlwind of indescribable emotions enveloped him.

Wei Yanho looked up.

He saw the roof of a pavilion.

On the edge of the eave, a man dressed completely in black, with his face covered by a black mask. The black sword at his waist betrayed his identity as a martial artist.

Wei Yanho’s eyes trembled.

At the feet of the man in black lay a person.

The Heavenly Flowing Sword.

The one who was waiting for Wei Yanho’s final blow was now next to the newcomer.

“This…”

Wei Yanho gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, the battle had stopped.

Both the warriors of the Baekgeom Fortress and those of the Tang Family watched the man on the roof.

His presence.

From his appearance, he had dominated the place, stopping everyone by force.

Cheok Soogwang looked at the man with trembling eyes.

‘When?’

It was impossible.

Despite the chaos of the battle, everyone was focused on Wei Yanho and the Heavenly Flowing Sword. However, no one saw how the man in black had taken the wounded man.

Not even where he had appeared from.

Swoosh.

A cold wind blew. The man’s black cloak billowed.

“Who are you?!”

Tang Cheongun’s astonished voice boomed.

The man in black ignored the question, turning his head towards Wei Yanho.

“You defeated the Heavenly Flowing Sword?”

His gaze lowered to the wounded man at his feet.

“To the victor go the spoils. But this old man is still useful. So today I’ll take him.”

Wei Yanho looked at him with icy eyes.

“What are you doing?”

A dark demonic energy.

With each word of the man, dark power flowed. Given the connection between the Demon Cult and the Baekgeom Fortress, it wasn’t surprising that they came to rescue the Heavenly Flowing Sword.

Yes.

That wasn’t what was shocking.

What surprised Wei Yanho was something else.

“What it looks like.”

Wei Yanho’s face distorted grotesquely.

Those who knew him would have been astonished. The always calm Wei Yanho openly displayed his fury, growling like a beast.

As if he couldn’t contain his seething rage.

‘Why him?’

Not even Wei Jeonghan could understand it.

Who was that man?

Then, Wei Jeonghan saw it.

The sword at his waist.

Black. Just a black sword.

But strangely familiar.

A long sword, twice as long as normal, capable of cutting everything around it with a single movement.

The memory came.

When that sword was drawn, the world trembled in terror.

He remembered it.

A man who didn’t follow the martial arts, but dominated and oppressed them.

Incredibly strong.

Incredibly alone.

Wei Jeonghan’s eyes trembled as if in an earthquake.

‘It… can’t be?’

Then, Wei Yanho shouted as if groaning:

“What the hell are you doing wearing that?”

“…”

“ANSWER ME, OLDER BROTHER!”

Wei Yanho’s heartbreaking cry echoed throughout the Tang Family.

“Grrraaaaaaaah!”

A scream.

A mixture of despair and fury.