Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 508-509

**Chapter 508: The Lazy One Departs (3)**

—In the end…

The *Master of Divine Abilities* calmly put down the report he was holding.

It was something he didn’t want to think about, but he knew it would happen sooner or later. And now, it had finally happened.

Before the *Master of Divine Abilities* could sink into worry, the *Supreme Sovereign* spoke:

—What should we do now?

An extremely heavy question.

Multiple thoughts were mixed in the *Supreme Sovereign’s* words.

The fact that *Wei Sanho* had joined the *Demon Cult* could cause a great impact on the *Central Plains*, and the responsibility would fall on the *Righteous Martial Alliance* and the *Wei* family of Guangdong.

The *Righteous Martial Alliance* could withstand the criticism, but how could they protect the *Wei* family of Guangdong from the criticism directed at them?

—Since the rumor has been contained, there shouldn’t be any major problems.

—How can you cover people’s eyes?

—Perhaps not elsewhere, but with the *Tang Family* it is possible. The leader of the *Tang Family* has overwhelming authority and they are extremely sensitive to the interests of their allies. If there is a place capable of keeping secrets, it is the *Tang Family*. As long as *Tang Cheongun* maintains his favorable attitude towards *Wei Yanho* and the *Wei* family of Guangdong, the rumor will not spread.

—But there are limits to silencing people.

—It won’t be contained forever, but it will be enough for a while.

The *Supreme Sovereign* nodded gravely.

*’The Demon Cult…’*

When HE heard that *Wei Sanho* had been captured by the *Demon Cult*, he had already considered that something like this could happen. After all, through *Wei Jeonghan*, they already knew whose son *Wei Sanho* was.

*’The worst-case scenario has become a reality.’*

It wasn’t something incomprehensible.

If *Wei Sanho* was the rightful heir to the *Demon Cult* and knew the truth about his father, it wasn’t strange that he would join them. But what would happen to those left behind?

—I never thought *Wei Sanho* would make this decision. I thought he was a man who would at least consider the position of the *Wei* family of Guangdong…

—People are unpredictable, that’s why they are people.

—Yes, I suppose you’re right.

The *Supreme Sovereign* failed to relax his face.

—You say there’s nothing to worry about, but I can’t help but feel uneasy. When this becomes known, don’t you think *Jeonghan* will suffer the consequences?

—I don’t think anything serious will happen. After all, no one will want to directly confront *Yanho*.

*Wei Yanho’s* fame had spread throughout the world in an instant.

Now, not even the *Master of Divine Abilities* or the *Supreme Sovereign* could compare to him in terms of reputation.

It could be safely said that in the history of the martial world, no one had accumulated so much fame so quickly and abruptly.

Although his eccentricities had contributed, *Wei Yanho’s* reputation was largely due to his power. Thanks to that, for now, there would be no one who dared to oppose him.

He was not only the most promising of the new generation, but he could also compete for the title of the strongest in the world at this moment.

—Alliance Leader.

—Mm?

—There is something I would like to ask you.

—Speak, man. Since when do you need permission for that?

—It’s a… delicate matter. You see, if at this moment the Alliance Leader and *Yanho* were to face each other in a duel, who do you think would win?

—Hmm…

The *Supreme Sovereign* stroked his beard.

It was, indeed, a delicate matter.

—If what the report says is true, then I wouldn’t be able to face *Yanho* either.

—Is that so?

—The report mentions that *Yanho* defeated *Cheok Soogwang* and the *Heavenly Flowing Sword* without suffering serious injuries. *Cheok Soogwang* is no match for me, but the *Heavenly Flowing Sword* is different. If I faced him, I wouldn’t come out unscathed. I couldn’t defeat him easily, but *Yanho* did. That means he is stronger than me.

—But in martial arts, there is also the compatibility of styles, isn’t there?

—Even so, the conclusion is the same.

The *Supreme Sovereign* was categorical.

—It may be that *Yanho’s* style was the perfect counterpoint to the *Heavenly Flowing Sword*, but between masters of that level, compatibility doesn’t matter too much. They are not warriors limited to a single flow of energy.

—Mmm…

The *Master of Divine Abilities* nodded gravely.

The *Supreme Sovereign* had no reason to exaggerate *Wei Yanho’s* abilities. Recognizing that a young man was stronger than him must be a blow to his pride, so his assessment had no reason to be inflated.

—Is this even possible according to common sense?

—Has that boy ever followed common sense?

—Well, that’s true.

The *Master of Divine Abilities* shook his head.

Although he himself was not a warrior who could be underestimated, he was not an absolute master either. Therefore, he could not understand the world in which *Wei Yanho* and the *Supreme Sovereign* lived.

According to his common sense, he could not understand how *Wei Yanho* had become so strong. Just a few months ago, *Wei Yanho* was surpassed by the *Supreme Sovereign*. How was it possible that in that short time he had become so strong that the *Supreme Sovereign* admitted his inferiority?

—He has to become stronger… he has no other choice.

The *Supreme Sovereign* spoke as if groaning.

—If you think about everything he has in front of him, he had no choice but to become stronger.

But that didn’t mean that anyone could become strong just with determination.

Both the *Master of Divine Abilities* and the *Supreme Sovereign* knew it.

—I think we should discuss another problem instead of that one.

—What problem are you referring to?

—Everyone is distracted by *Wei Sanho’s* movement, but in reality, this was a provocation by the *Demon Cult*, wasn’t it?

—…That’s right.

The *Master of Divine Abilities* admitted that he had overlooked that detail.

If *Wei Sanho* had joined the *Demon Cult*, then he was acting under their orders. Therefore, he had come to rescue the *Heavenly Flowing Sword* by order of the *Demon Cult*.

—Should we assume that the *Demon Cult* and *Baekgeom Fortress* have sealed a complete alliance?

—Impossible.

The *Master of Divine Abilities* dismissed it immediately.

—But that’s exactly what’s happening.

—A temporary alliance could be possible, but a complete union is absolutely impossible.

—Why?

—Because both are too proud. The *Demon Cult* and *Baekgeom Fortress* are not places that can submit to each other. The *Demon Cult* will not bow to *Baekgeom Fortress*, and *Baekgeom Fortress* will never be a puppet of the *Demon Cult*. It is a relationship destined to fail.

—Hmm…

—Even if they joined forces to dominate the martial world, a war to the death would await them later. They know it. The stronger the opponent, the more they will try to eliminate him before it’s all over. It is an unstable coexistence.

—But the fact is that, for now, they have joined forces.

—Yes. But simply…

The *Master of Divine Abilities* sighed.

*’It’s impossible.’*

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t understand how the *Demon Cult* and *Baekgeom Fortress* had reached an agreement. In theory, it could be explained as a “mutual benefit”, but things in the world were never that simple.

The more that was known about the *Demon Cult* and *Baekgeom Fortress*, the less sense their current actions made. *Baekgeom Fortress* sought only the ultimate limit of the sword, and the *Demon Cult* pursued absolute strength.

The extreme of martial art and arrogance. These were the common points between *Baekgeom Fortress* and the *Demon Cult*. That’s why it was inevitable that they would hate each other. And now an alliance?

*’I must be overlooking something.’*

If water and oil, which can never be mixed, suddenly do, there must be a mediator. Finding that mediator would be the key to solving this mystery.

—Then, Great Strategist.

—Yes.

The *Master of Divine Abilities* raised his head.

It was not a problem that could be solved only with reflection. What he needed now was not thought, but information.

—If it is true that *Baekgeom Fortress* and the *Demon Cult* have joined forces, can we stop their alliance with our current power?

The *Master of Divine Abilities* did not respond immediately.

After a long moment of deliberation, he spoke in a restrained voice:

—It is *possible*. But only if the sky and the stars align in our favor.

—In other words, it is impossible.

The *Supreme Sovereign* summarized dryly.

—If the sky and the stars align, nothing is impossible. But that doesn’t happen easily. Isn’t that so?

—…Yes.

The *Supreme Sovereign* let out a sigh.

—So what should we do?

—We can only trust the variables.

—Variables…

Upon hearing that word, a person came to the *Supreme Sovereign’s* mind.

—So in the end, we will have to depend on *that boy* again?

—We will not depend only on him. I am the *Master of Divine Abilities*, the strategist of the *Righteous Martial Alliance*. I do not plan to leave everything in his hands and cross my arms. I will make my own preparations. But to overcome this critical moment, we need his participation.

—I see.

The *Supreme Sovereign* closed his eyes.

*’What helplessness.’*

He had dedicated his entire life to stopping the *Demon Cult*.

And still, he could not guarantee that they could defeat them with their own forces. The *Demon Cult* was that powerful. And if the name of *Baekgeom Fortress* was added to that, there was nothing left to say.

—Do everything in your power. It doesn’t matter if it’s authoritarian or if it tarnishes the name of the *Righteous Martial Alliance*. The important thing is the result.

—I will keep that in mind.

—And what about *them*? Will you leave them in Sichuan?

—We will have to call them.

—How do you plan to use them?

—That is the question. They are so difficult to control that we cannot move them lightly…

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. The *Supreme Sovereign* and the *Master of Divine Abilities* turned their heads.

—What is it?

—There is a report from Sichuan.

—Didn’t we just receive one? Another already?

—Yes. It’s just that…

—Bring it.

With the permission of the *Supreme Sovereign*, the door opened and the report was delivered. The *Supreme Sovereign* took it, frowned, and began to read.

—Huh?

His eyes widened.

Then, he urgently extended the report towards the *Master of Divine Abilities*.

With a worried expression, the *Master of Divine Abilities* received it.

*’I’m going to die before my time at this rate.’*

Every time a report arrived from Sichuan, he felt that his life was shortened by a few days.

With trembling hands, he read the report and suddenly squeezed the paper tightly.

—A resignation request??

It was a letter of resignation written by *Wei Jeonghan*.

—And what else?? That he’s going to the *Demon Cult* along with *Wei Yanho*??

The hands of the *Master of Divine Abilities* trembled violently.

—What kind of madness is this?!

Even though he was in front of the Alliance Leader, he no longer cared about formalities. How could he remain calm in the face of such madness?

—Hahaha…

The *Supreme Sovereign* laughed despairingly.

—Tell me, Great Strategist. Those variables you were talking about…

—Yes?

—They won’t always act in our favor, will they? Isn’t there also a high probability that those variables will lead us to ruin?

—…

The *Master of Divine Abilities* was speechless, looking at the letter of resignation again and again.

The *Wei* family of Guangdong was a variable that not even the best strategist in the world could control.

The key to moving the world was not in the *Demon Cult*, nor in *Baekgeom Fortress*, nor in the *Righteous Martial Alliance*.

From now on, the world will tremble according to how the *Wei* family of Guangdong decides to act.

Feeling a void in his stomach, the *Master of Divine Abilities* looked towards the distant sky.

*’The sky is cruel. Why does it send us such people?’*Today, the *Master of Divine Abilities* could not help but resent the heavens.

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Chapter 509. The Lazy Depart (4)

“Are they really leaving?”

“Are they seriously leaving?”

“They’re really leaving, those crazy bastards.”

The reactions of the onlookers watching Wei Yanho and his group carrying their belongings in front of the main gate of the Tang Family were unanimous.

What seemed impossible was happening, and the impossible was hitting them mercilessly.

Tang Cheongun watched with astonished eyes as Wei Jeonghan and Wei Yanho carried their bundles.

‘What are they different in?’

Yes, what could they be different in?

They didn’t have three eyes or four arms. They weren’t monsters with three heads and six arms.

However, the reason those damn guys didn’t seem like normal human beings lay in their incredible ability to act.

That strange determination that allowed them to do without hesitation what any normal, or even exceptional, person would hesitate to try.

‘Determination is only good when it goes in the right direction.’

What kind of determination was that? It was madness.

While everyone was thinking the same thing, the members of the Wei Family of Guangdong greeted with radiant faces. Seeing them like that made their stomachs churn even more.

They wanted to stop them.

They really wanted to stop them.

But they had no justification.

What excuse could they use to prevent a father from going to retrieve his eldest son, who had lost his mind and joined the Demon Cult?

If something like that had happened in their family, Tang Cheongun would have grabbed his weapons and run out immediately.

The problem was that the eldest son hadn’t joined just any sect, but the Demon Cult.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?”

Tang Cheongun turned his head with a stunned expression.

Jegal Yeom, visibly agitated, was pressing him.

‘He’s gone crazy.’

He swore it was the first time Tang Cheongun had seen Jegal Yeom with such a panicked expression.

The fact that Jegal Yeom, leader of the Jegal and strategist of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance, was making that lost face showed how strange the situation was. From his perspective, all this must be incomprehensible.

Being intelligent meant being rational. Being rational implied weighing the pros and cons in every situation.

For Jegal Yeom, those guys must be incomprehensible creatures. What could the members of the Wei Clan of Guangdong gain by going to the Demon Cult?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

At most, they would make fun of the father who risked his life for the love of his son.

‘Even Wei Sanho wouldn’t want that.’

Everyone wanted to stop them, but those two fathers and sons completely ignored the opinions of others and kept going. If they were normal people, they would have beaten them and locked them up, but their bones were too fragile to withstand Wei Yanho’s brutal punches.

If that guy had even a shred of respect for elders or common sense, they could have yelled at him, but it was better to shut up than risk getting punched.

“If you’re so sure, try it yourself.”

“N-no, we can’t let them go like this. M-my plan…”

Jegal Yeom looked like he had seen a ghost.

‘I can imagine.’

Jegal Yeom had planned to gather the martial artists of Sichuan around Wei Yanho. It wasn’t a bad idea. The Righteous Heavenly Alliance, which had already reached a point of no return with the Righteous Martial Alliance, needed a new core.

Someone who could smooth relations with the Righteous Martial Alliance without exerting too much power in Sichuan. Someone with more reputation and skills than Cheok Soogwang at present.

Only Wei Yanho met that requirement.

Furthermore, unlike Cheok Soogwang, who was completely uncontrollable, Wei Yanho could be influenced through Wei Jeonghan. As an individual, Wei Yanho was even more unpredictable than Cheok Soogwang, but at least he had a “leash.”

That “leash” was nothing more than a thin thread, but it was better than nothing. Besides, it didn’t need to be very strong. It was obvious that Wei Yanho, by his nature, would be even less involved than Cheok Soogwang in the management of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance.

He was the kind of person who would lock himself up to have fun as long as he had a good room and good food, so what was there to fear?

They could use Wei Yanho’s name while Jegal Yeom handled the actual operations. That had probably been his plan, but…

‘He underestimated the person.’

Those who received the “uncontrollable” evaluation often inspired an unfounded confidence in others who believed they could dominate them. Despite having seen countless cases of people ruined by that, they always thought they wouldn’t fall into the same trap.

And this was the result.

Tang Cheongun made a disapproving gesture upon seeing Jegal Yeom completely bewildered.

It was hard to imagine what Jegal Yeom was thinking at that moment. Or maybe he wasn’t thinking at all. His mind must have been blank.

Wei Jeonghan, carrying his bundle, approached him.

“Lord Tang, we’re leaving then. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

Inconvenience, yes.

A lot of inconvenience.

Just thinking about the money it would cost to repair the destroyed buildings brought tears to Tang Cheongun’s eyes. His blood boiled every time he remembered it.

‘But at least I got more in return.’

Thanks to Wei Yanho, he had regained unbreakable power. Although the price had been high, it was worth it. If the damages increased a little more, he would have to reconsider, but for now… for now it was fine!

‘So go, go!’

Two versions of Tang Cheongun fought within him.

One that pursued the common good of stopping them before they went to the Demon Cult, and another that pursued the personal interest of shouting “go to hell if you want, but get out of the way!”. In his mind, both versions launched fierce mutual attacks.

“Tell me, Patriarch Wei. Do you really plan to go?”

“Yes.”

The answer was firm.

Seeing that expression, Tang Cheongun abandoned the idea of ​​convincing Wei Jeonghan.

‘He looks so relieved.’

It was an expression he hadn’t seen on Wei Jeonghan in a long time.

But it was an expression he remembered.

In the past.

When Wei Jeonghan was not the patriarch of the Wei Family of Guangdong, but the Sword of the Righteous Hero of Guangdong, he used to have that expression. The expression of someone who would not have a single regret even if they died today.

‘Yes, the expression of a martial artist.’

Tang Cheongun’s chest ached.

Not because the image of Wei Jeonghan was dazzling, but because it was pathetic. For years, he had strived and strived. He had achieved his goal of becoming the patriarch of the Tang Family and had regained his power.

But what was this feeling?

Seeing the Sword of the Righteous Hero with that carefree expression, as if none of that mattered, made him feel like he had lost something. Something he had lost a long time ago.

“Hey, Jeonghan.”

“Yes, Patriarch Tang.”

“I know my words will be useless, but I must tell you. Don’t get angry and listen.”

“Yes, tell me.”

Tang Cheongun hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I understand how you feel wanting to go to the Demon Cult. But… you are a patriarch. And a father. If you and Yanho die there, what will become of those who remain? Have you thought about them?”

They were not the words of one patriarch to another, but those of Tang Cheongun, a veteran of the martial world, to his junior Wei Jeonghan. Wei Jeonghan, understanding the meaning, nodded slightly.

“I appreciate your concern. However…”

Wei Jeonghan smiled.

“My wife is strong-willed. If she knew that I knew the whereabouts of that brat and didn’t go after him, she would devour me alive. If I want to keep eating, I must move now.”

“…Yes, being your wife and his mother, she must not be an ordinary person.”

Tang Cheongun shook his head.

If he couldn’t dissuade them, he should let them go.

“Go. Go and see. Yes, I want to see it too. I’m curious to know what will happen when you and that brat stir up the Demon Cult. We’ll take care of the rest. You guys have fun.”

“Thank you. The Tang Family has given us a lot.”

“Haha.”

Tang Cheongun laughed.

They were people who gave many headaches and exasperated anyone. But, for some reason, he couldn’t hate them.

Seeing them say goodbye for the last time to Cheok Soogwang and the others before leaving, Tang Cheongun couldn’t help but smile.

‘How ridiculous.’

If only the situation was considered, it should be extremely serious. In the end, the Demon Cult had resurfaced, and the Baekgeom Fortress had allied with them. Although the martial world had overcome many crises, few were as serious as this.

Furthermore, Sichuan had always suffered great damage every time the Demon Cult resurfaced. Given the situation, it should be a time of mourning.

But how to say it?

Seeing Wei Jeonghan and Wei Yanho say goodbye with cheerful faces, there was no sense of gravity.

‘What strange people.’

War had always brought them pain.

Even now, Tang Cheongun’s hands trembled at the thought of the war against the Demon Cult. How could he forget that hellish battlefield full of blood and death? The fear of entering that hell again was indescribable.

But what if they were there?

‘Maybe it’s different.’

Tang Cheongun looked at them with a warm gaze.

They were two people who always exasperated others, but who could not be hated.

“We’re leaving, then.”

Wei Jeonghan and Wei Yanho, standing in front of the main gate of the Tang Family, bowed deeply. Normally they would have made a martial salute, but they had their reasons for bowing.

It was not gratitude as members of the martial world, but as human beings.

“Come back safe and sound!”

“If you go, break the noses of those Demon Cult bastards!”

“Thank you.”

Greetings gushed from everywhere.

It was then…

“Take it.”

Tang Cheongun saw something fly from the eaves towards Wei Yanho.

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho caught the object in the air.

“Ah, that’s right!”

The White Sword.

His beloved sword, now completely white, was in his hands. Wei Yanho looked towards where the sword had come from, but did not see who had thrown it.

“How shy.”

It seemed they had finished it just in time. He felt like unsheathing it immediately, but it was time to say goodbye. Wei Yanho put the sword in his bundle.

“We’re leaving.”

When Wei Yanho said goodbye, everyone waved their hands to say goodbye. The two men, with their bundles on their backs, slowly left the Tang Family, leaving behind a mixture of sighs and relief that created a strange atmosphere.

“Will they be okay?”

Tang Cheongun laughed at Jegal Yeom’s question.

Since when did this man ask him such things? Everyone who associated with the Wei Clan of Guangdong ended up a little weird.

“They are too great for our predictions. What normal person would dare to enter Xinjiang? But with them, who knows.”

“Mmm…”

“Mortals have their own paths. Don’t think about depending on them and let’s do what is ours.”

“I guess so.”

“Support me.”

“Huh?”

“The current leader of the alliance cannot guide the Righteous Heavenly Alliance. He is too proud. I will intervene. If we have to bow before the Righteous Martial Alliance, I will. We must open a path, no matter the cost.”

“Patriarch Tang…”

Tang Cheongun’s gaze turned to the two men who were already walking away, followed by a few.

‘Survive, you two.’

It was Tang Cheongun’s sincere wish for them.