Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 409

#409

Taejonbirok Volume 17, Episode 9

Chapter 94: The Lazy Man, Investigating (4)

What kind of being is a strong person?

There are countless answers to this question. Those who have experienced the powerful will each have their own answer.

Of course, Dang Yong-min also had an answer to that.

To him, the strong were, simply put, 'those who should not be entangled'.

Why?

Those with little understanding of the powerful might tilt their heads in confusion. For martial artists, the strong are always objects of envy.

But Dang Yong-min's thoughts were completely different.

'You think that way because you haven't experienced it.'

Of course, I understand admiring the strong. But there's a world of difference between becoming that strong person and staying close to that strong person.

Coming from the Sacheondang family, having witnessed countless strongmen with his own eyes and personally experienced them, Dang Yongmin can confidently say: Those who are universally recognized as strong are not all normal.

It can't be helped.

There are bound to be geniuses who fall from the sky, but most strong people have worked hard their entire lives to achieve their greatness.

Isn't that a good thing?

you're welcome!

How many people are there in this Central Plains? If we gathered all the so-called "jiangho people" and threw them into the Yangtze River, it would overflow and eventually be blocked.

Don't all those strong people make an effort?

Most people try.

The desire to become stronger is inherent in everyone. While there may be some differences depending on the family you were born into or the martial arts you acquired, why do people who started from similar starting points differ?

That's because those who have achieved that position of power have trained to the point of being out of their minds.

Even the dark king is like that.

Now, that gentleman has a certain status and has to take care of this and that, so he lives like a human being, but before he became the head of the household, the dark king devoted himself to training without sleeping even an hour a day.

As I spent eleven and a half months of the year practicing closed-door meditation, my ancestors eventually became unable to recognize the face of the dark king, even though he was their own son.

That's what it means to be strong.

Even the Dark King, born into the world's most prestigious family, Sacheondangga, had to push himself to the limit by practicing in seclusion for 350 days out of 365 days a year, which was the status of 'the world's best master'.

Isn't this something we should emulate?

Of course it is. Of course it is, but… … .

The problem is that their extreme training inevitably produces side effects.

What would be the mental state of a person who spent 350 days a year practicing in a closed-off basement, with no light? And that's not just for a year or two, but for decades.

The current strong players in the martial world were born by abandoning all the social skills and tact that humans should learn while living with other humans and focusing solely on strength.

The biggest mistake made by those who have a superficial understanding of martial arts is the belief that the strong are naturally virtuous and have perfect personalities.

'How could that be?'

What kind of character do people have who spit on their parents without even knowing their birthdays, who pour poison without caring whether their children live or die? Character is formed through learning and experience. What kind of learning and experience can there be in an underground training center?

That's why Dang Yong-min was able to speak confidently.

The most terrible things in the world of martial arts are the strong, and the things you have to be most careful of in the world of martial arts are the strong.

If possible, it would be better for a peaceful life to avoid getting involved with them.

however…….

'Why is this guy getting involved with me?'

Dang Yong-min wanted to cry.

In front of him was a young man who looked quite nervous, his eyes glaring and his stomach sticking out.

Wi Yeon-ho.

He is the second son of the Guangdong Wei family and the eye of the typhoon that is turning the current martial arts world upside down.

Wi Yeon-ho was the most perfect example and counter-example of the 'strong man's self-restraint theory' advocated by Dang Yong-min.

At a very young age, Wei Yanhu stood shoulder to shoulder with the world's greatest warriors. According to Tang Yongmin's theory, Wei Yanhu should be different from other warriors. He hasn't yet cultivated to the same degree as the others. It would be normal for him not to suffer from the antisocial personality disorder that plagues those who devote their lives to cultivation in later years.

However, Wei Yanho was reinforcing Dang Yongmin's theory in another sense.

This guy had already reached that point without undergoing any of those horrific training exercises. He was even pioneering new realms that other strongmen had never dared to reach.

Even the dark king of the world suffered greatly thanks to this Wei Yanhu.

Watching the mighty men who wreaked havoc across the world suffer under the guise of a helpless man like Wi Yeon-ho was truly a sobering experience. Isn't it true that retribution is the very definition of karma?

That's really good. It's really really good… … .

The problem is that this evil is not limited to the strong.

“Why is there no answer?”

“…….”

Dang Yongmin's face trembled. Wi Yeonho glared at him with a very sullen expression.

'Anyway, this bastard's mouth.'

You know all too well the simple truth that all the trouble in the world comes from the mouth, so why did you trample on Wei Jeong-han in front of Wei Yeon-ho?

Wi Yeon-ho approached Dang Yong-min, his neck twisting from side to side.

“Sir, didn’t you hear what I said?”

“Oh, sir?”

“Yes, sir.”

Yes, sir.

If you look at me, I'm an old man, not a bachelor. Hehehehe… … .

Cold sweat began to run down Dang Yong-min's forehead.

Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his mouth when he saw that sight.

"I don't have a hobby of persecuting older people either. If I did, my father would get angry…"

Wi Yeon-ho glanced at Wi Jeong-han and tilted his head.

"do?"

A look of hope appeared on Wei Jeonghan's face.

“Ku …

“Huh?”

“Ku …

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Wi Jeong-han, smiled faintly, and turned his head towards Dang Yong-min.

“Is that so?”

“Look here, the above small business.”

"yes?"

Dangyongmin quickly scanned his surroundings. Seeing no one looking his way, he smiled awkwardly and said,

"I admit I made a mistake. And I apologize. Who in the world would dare to disrespect the Guangdong Wei family and the Cheng Xiu Jian right now?"

“Didn’t the old man ignore you?”

“……Don’t people sometimes want to show off? Especially when they need to coordinate opinions, it’s natural to say something nonsensical as if it were normal.”

“Hmm.”

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his chin.

“Is your throat okay?”

“What does that mean?”

"No. If you're this stiff with us, I can only imagine how overbearing you'll be with other sects. Your neck is so tense, it looks dangerous."

Dangyongmin has become a dumb man, having eaten honey. If anyone can find a rebuttal here, his name will be Jo Hyeon, not Dangyongmin.

"My master said, 'Fame and power don't last a lifetime,' and that a flower blooms in the spring. So, if you don't lose your manners when things are going well, you'll face less ridicule after your downfall."

“……Is that so?”

“Of course, that gentleman never kept that.”

When asked why Master didn't know what humility was, Baek Mu-han answered very confidently.

"I am a flower that never gives up, and my abilities only grow with time. So why should I pretend to be humble like those other worthless creatures?"

“……What do you want me to learn?”

"huh?"

“No, anyway!”

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand and said.

"Father said it had to be kept secret. That means there's something the party can't see. So, there's no censorship."

“One thing is, we also have a position….”

"If you were going to find out our position, you shouldn't have called us. Anyway, our position is this: if you have any concerns, please bring them to the Dang family head. We've been given full authority over this investigation. Right, Father?"

“I’ve never received anything like that…

"yes?"

“Oh, no, now that I think about it, that might be the case.”

Wi Jeong-han diligently smeared saliva on his lips.

'That conman.'

Come to think of it, maybe it was a blessing that he was so lazy. He was such a tough guy, and he had the makings of a conman. If he had been more diligent, he would have become a huge headache for the martial world.

No. It was already a big headache.

“Is that okay?”

“Ugh, uhm.”

Dang Yong-min couldn't bring himself to speak and stepped back hesitantly.

There would be much to be said about reason and morality, but in this situation, such considerations were of no use. He knew better than anyone that martial arts was a place where fists took precedence over reason and morality.

“Then I’ll go.”

As Wi Yeon-ho walked away, Wi Jeong-han made a fuss and followed him.

Dang Yong-min's face was distorted as he watched the two rich men walking away.

“Isn’t that too much?”

"yes?"

“I think it could have been resolved well.”

“What are you doing?”

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand as if it was nothing.

"Everyone in the world knows how much the Sacheondangga disregards and intimidates other sects. There's no need for us to treat them kindly. They'll have to suffer for it themselves to find out."

“That’s true, though.”

Wi Jeong-han was indignant.

The oppressive power of the Sacheondang family on other sects was a well-known faction. Unlike other sects and prestigious families that tried to save face, the Sacheondang family knew how to exploit its notoriety.

Although they were polite to those of a similar level, they were known for mercilessly intimidating those they thought they could subdue with force.

'Even so, it's still intimidation.'

Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho with renewed eyes.

After all, the image of the young Wi Yeon-ho remains vividly in his mind. No matter how much his child grows, isn't it true that a father feels unstable and uncertain?

The world is already supporting Wei Yanhu. He alone cannot acknowledge this fact.

It was like that just a little while ago.

Dang Yongmin, who had scoffed at the name "Guangdongwei," backed away as soon as Wei Yanhu appeared. This was clear evidence that Wei Yanhu's fame surpassed that of Wei Zhenghan and the entire Guangdongwei clan.

'I guess I should just admit it and give in now.'

Now, the leader of the Guangdong Wei family was not Wei Zhenghan, but Wei Yanhao. It was time to acknowledge that fact.

Just as Wi Jeong-han was about to open his mouth, filled with complex emotions of joy and regret, Wi Yeon-ho struck first.

“But, Father.”

"huh?"

“How long does it take to get that report back and forth?”

“I’ve got some adaptations, so it should be done in three days at the earliest.”

At that moment, Wei Yanho's face suddenly distorted.

“It only takes three days?”

“…….”

"What the hell is that falcon doing so fast? How far is it from here to Luoyang?"

“…….”

“Ugh.”

When Wi Yeon-ho seemed to be seriously contemplating something, Wi Jeong-han shook his head.

“I’ll blow it from somewhere you absolutely don’t know, so don’t even think about trying to adapt.”

“Huh? You’re a ghost.”

“……Ugh.”

He was a man who seriously considered whether he could trust this kind of person and entrust his family to him.