Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 505

# 505

—”So, Sanho…”

Peng Dogeuk couldn’t continue.

Even though a day had passed, he still couldn’t accept reality.

Jangil let out a deep sigh.

Under any other circumstances, he would have insulted Peng Dogeuk for being an idiot from the Peng family, but he couldn’t do that now.

*—It’s understandable.*

Even Jangil hadn’t assimilated the reality. How could Peng Dogeuk remain calm?

**Wei Sanho**.

He wasn’t just anyone, he was **Wei Sanho**.

The way they perceived him was different from how they saw **Wei Yanho**. Wei Yanho was incredibly strong, but he was like an unpredictable problem. If something serious happened and they really needed help, everyone would go to Wei Sanho, not Wei Yanho.

He was someone everyone trusted.

So much so that no one doubted that Wei Sanho would become the next leader of the **Wei Family of Guangdong**. He was a man of his word, who understood the true meaning of justice. A righteous hero, as if painted in a picture.

Even though he yielded the title of **”First under Heaven”** to Wei Yanho, no one believed his influence had diminished. On the contrary, those who knew the situation knew it had only grown.

Wei Yanho was a Lazy donkey.

If you didn’t smack his behind, he wouldn’t move. And if you bothered him carelessly, he would become an uncontrollable colt, with wild eyes and going crazy.

The only one who could whip him and pull his reins was Wei Sanho.

If Wei Sanho led and Wei Yanho backed him up, who could stop the **Wei Family of Guangdong**? It was obvious that the next generation of the martial world would be guided by them.

But… the **Demon Cult**?

—”…What the hell happened? Hey, beggar, do you know anything?”

—”What am I supposed to know?”

—”You’re the Little Beggar of the **Beggar Sect**! You must know more than us!”

—”I’m telling you I don’t know! What I know is the same as you! The Beggar Sect isn’t omnipotent!”

Jangil’s tone dripped with irritation.

Who could have imagined this? That **Wei Sanho** would join the **Demon Cult**…

Ever since the **Insane Demon** took him away, something already smelled fishy. As talented as Wei Sanho was, being the best among the **Young Masters of the New Generation**, compared to the Insane Demon, he was nothing more than a child.

Why take him?

But that strange decision had led to this disaster.

—”Amitabha.”

**Musan** spoke with a solemn look.

—”The human heart is inscrutable. What’s important isn’t why he made that decision, but that he is now incredibly strong and his sword points towards the martial world.”

—”What stupid things are you saying.”

Jangil gritted his teeth.

But something about those words resonated with him.

*—How the hell did he get so strong?*

Sure, Wei Sanho was always strong.

But he was strong *for his age*. He wasn’t a monster like Wei Yanho, who transcended the limitations of years. His strength was that of a Young Master.

However, in this battle, Wei Sanho matched Wei Yanho.

It was incomprehensible. Unimaginable. But it was reality.

It was a known fact that members of the **Righteous** who practiced **Demonic Arts** experienced exponential growth, but could this be called “exponential”?

It was such an absurd advancement that you couldn’t believe it even when seeing it.

And there was something even more important:

*—What will happen next?*

Wei Yanho was getting stronger at a dazzling rate. But Wei Sanho closed the gap between them in an instant.

This time it ended in a draw.

And next time? What will happen then?

Jangil’s expression turned grim.

Perhaps Wei Sanho’s decision to join the **Demon Cult** won’t end up being just symbolic.

—”Was the rumor contained?”

—”…For now, no one from the **Tang Family** seems to have found out.”

—”Good thing.”

Thanks to **Jegal Yeom** acting quickly, they prevented the news from spreading. Since they were in faraway Sichuan, no one recognized Wei Sanho just by his face. Even if someone had seen him before, it would be difficult to identify him.

Wei Sanho, dressed in black and with messy hair, was completely different from how he used to be.

Yes, different.

Too different.

—”Damn it.”

Jangil jumped up.

—”Where are you going?”

—”To Yanho.”

—”…Yanho?”

—”Yes. If we’re this broken, how will he be? He’s probably digging a hole in the ground. I’m going to see what he’s doing.”

Peng Dogeuk let out a bitter laugh.

—”When they fight, they act like mortal enemies, but in moments like these, they worry about each other.”

—”Is this a normal situation?”

—”Amitabha, it seems that, among all of us, the beggar is the one who thinks most about young Wei Yanho.”

Jangil’s eyelid twitched.

Damn… Where did that “young beggar” come from? If the **Discipline Master of Shaolin** heard that, he would hit his head with a wooden staff.

*—Anyway, everyone has become a bit strange.*

Jangil opened the door and went out.

The rain had stopped and the sky was clear. But instead of relief, an inexplicable heaviness weighed on his chest.

In the distance, Wei Yanho’s residence could be seen.

*—He can’t be okay.*

People often forgot, but Wei Yanho wasn’t old yet. He was young, even. For commoners, he would already be married and with children, but for members of the martial world, he was barely considered an adult.

And there was something else:

*—You can’t judge him just by his age.*

Wei Yanho lost five years of his adolescence. The years in which normal people socialize and grow, he spent entirely training.

According to him, he was subjected to brutal training under an eccentric master that would never be repeated in the world.

So, mentally, he was still immature.

And now they expected him to overcome this alone?

—”Impossible.”

—”Huh?”

—”Nothing.”

His mouth tasted bitter.

He realized that they had depended too much on that young man, younger than them.

Even here, in the **Tang Family**, everyone told Wei Yanho: *”You have to do something.”*

But Wei Yanho had never asked for it.

Overwhelming expectations and heavy burdens. That was already enough pressure, and now this…

*—First, I must console him.*

Not for the martial world, but for Wei Yanho.

With that determination, Jangil arrived at the residence.

—”Hm?”

Several people were inside. The most striking was…

—”What are you doing here?”

**Jegal Munin** opened his fan and looked at him.

—”Seeing a beggar in the morning… Bad luck pursues me today as well.”

—”Why does this bookworm pick a fight with me when he sees me?!”

—”How can I not when I see your face? Did you come to beg for food?”

Jangil’s brow furrowed.

*—It’s already difficult to deal with Wei Yanho… Damn it.*

He decided to avoid fighting and replied harshly:

—”Where is Yanho?”

—”Inside.”

—”And why is everyone here?”

Jegal Munin gently tapped his cheek with the fan.

—”Since last night, he kicked everyone out and closed the door. He locked himself in.”

—”Locked himself in?”

Although Wei Yanho used to seclude himself, this time it was different. Normally, he wouldn’t have kicked everyone out.

Jangil sighed deeply.

He understood the shock, but acting like a child wouldn’t solve anything.

—”Move.”

When Jangil tried to enter, Jegal Munin stopped him.

—”What?”

—”You better not go in.”

—”If the guy is depressed, you have to pat him on the back and lift him up.”

—”I don’t know if that’s the method of the **Beggar Sect**, but it doesn’t sound good.”

—”Are you belittling the training methods of our sect, with centuries of history?”

—”In the end, they just ended up as beggars, didn’t they?”

—”…Huh?”

Jangil tilted his head.

True. In the end, he’s a beggar. That’s right.

—”A beggar with good character gets better alms.”

—”Our lord is not a beggar, so he doesn’t need your methods. He can solve it alone. Don’t complicate it further and leave.”

—”With what right are you stopping me?”

Jegal Munin and Jangil stared at each other, in tension.

Then, Musan intervened:

—”Don’t fight. It’s better to go in together. If young Wei asks you to leave, you will. There’s no need to struggle over something so trivial.”

Jangil stuck out his tongue.

—”This monk couldn’t speak well before, and now he doesn’t stop.”

—”I agree.”

Musan, caught in the middle, felt his blood boiling.

—”I feel like hitting you.”

—”Hit me with compassion.”

—”Grr…”

Musan swallowed his anger and entered first.

—”Let’s go!”

The others followed him.

Upon arriving in front of Wei Yanho’s room, they held their breath.

*—It seems like something can be heard…*

He wasn’t sleeping. They didn’t understand well what it was, but there were noises. As if he was moving under the covers or rummaging through his clothes.

—”Ahem, Wei Yanho.”

Jangil called him carefully.

There was no response.

—”Wei Yanho, are you there?”

He didn’t respond either.

—”Do we go in?”

If he didn’t respond after calling him so much, it was like tacit permission. With a unique logic, Jangil opened the door without hesitation.

—”Huh?”

Looking inside, Jangil was perplexed.

The scene was completely different from what he expected. He thought he would be sunk in bed, lamenting, but…

—”What are you doing?”

Wei Yanho was carrying a bundle on his back.

Seeing Jangil and the others, he frowned.

—”Why are you all coming in like this, in the morning?”

—”We came to see what you were doing. What is that bundle?”

—”If I’m going on a trip, I need to pack.”

—”Trip? Where to?”

Wei Yanho replied as if it were nothing:

—”To the **Demon Cult**.”

—”Ah, to the **Demon Cult**… WHAT!?”

Jangil was startled.

Where to!? To the **Demon Cult**!?

—”Hey, lunatic! Why the hell would you go to the **Demon Cult**!?”

—”If I go, it’s my business!”

—”What are you going to the **Demon Cult** for!?”

—”Obvious.”

Wei Yanho’s eyes sparkled.

—”I heard everything, but no matter how much I think about it, I don’t understand it. It seems he became stubborn and is doing nonsense. If necessary, I’ll hit him and bring him back.”

—”…And that’s why you’re going to the **Demon Cult**!?”

—”Yes.”

Seeing his carefree smile, Jangil wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This was serious.

He was crazier than he thought.

When Wei Yanho tried to leave, Jangil shouted in alarm:

—”Stop him!!”

As soon as he spoke, everyone pounced on Wei Yanho, grabbing his legs.

—”Let me go! No! You won’t let me go?! If he doesn’t understand with words, I’ll hit him and drag him back! Let me go! I’m going to the **Demon Cult**!”

—”Crazy!! Think with a little common sense!! COMMON SENSE!!”

Jangil’s desperate scream echoed throughout the **Tang Family**.