Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 488

#488

Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 13

Chapter 110: The Lazy Man, Treated (3)

Your life is in danger and you're letting go?

Anyone could see it was a stupid thing to do. And it deserved to be criticized. But it was also something that couldn't be helped.

Internal organs.

The internal organs that were firmly established inside Wei Yanho's stomach were not something he could dare control.

Isn't it Baek Muhan's inner strength?

Even Baek Muhan's hair and fingernails were so majestic they radiated light, yet his inner dan? His inner dan, created by the convergence of his inner energy and will, was something even Wei Yanhu could not dare approach.

Now the will is gone, only the history remains, but is that history an ordinary history?

With the help of the inner sect, Wei Yanhu had amassed a power that was second to none in the martial arts world, but the power gathered within the inner sect was so powerful that it reduced Wei Yanhu's power to a drop of rain on the Yangtze River.

To be honest, this internal sect is scarier than the demonic sect itself. The demonic sect might be able to swing its sword in some way, or at least fight back… but… the moment this internal sect went berserk, Wei Yanhu could only pray for a peaceful death.

Moreover, isn't it inside the body?

There is no answer.

Well, if you're the opponent, you'll either have to press it or try to stop it.

The carriage started rolling, but how could the locust stop it?

In the end, Wei Yanhu had no choice but to let go and watch what Naedan did.

'Play with it. Play with it as you like, and then put it back where it belongs.'

What on earth was the master thinking when he put this internal organ in his stomach?

Master must have hoped that one day Wei Yanhu would absorb the energy of the inner sect and become stronger.

But no matter how big a snake is, it cannot swallow a bull.

absorption?

It would be better if I didn't get eaten instead.

Then the bull inside his stomach began to churn.

Woof woof!

The vibration sounded like a roar.

Naedan, realizing that an intruder has entered his peaceful nest, vents his anger.

Then, the demonic and poisonous energy that had settled in the lower abdomen began to tremble.

It's unlikely that spirits have feelings, but they certainly seem that way.

Why not? It's like a chick that thoughtlessly entered a cave and met a tiger.

Kwaaaaaaa!

At the same time, a storm-like energy began to flow from the inner chamber. It was like a burst dam bursting with water. The amount was small, but the purity of the energy defied imagination.

'I told you he's a real monster.'

Even if I swallowed the Dragon's Yeouiju, it wouldn't be this bad. What if this much power was contained within my inner self?

If you had any conscience, you wouldn't have put something like this into a person's body!

The energy from my inner self chased the demonic energy and surged into my dantian. As I watched this scene, tears welled up in my eyes.

'Guys, that's a precious place.'

The dantian is the most crucial place for a warrior. If it collapses, it doesn't just mean they can't survive as a warrior. Just because they're not a warrior doesn't mean they don't have a dantian. Because the very pathways of energy are blocked, they can't even live like ordinary people.

A war was raging in such an important place.

No, it's hard to call that a war. It should be called a one-sided assault or massacre.

The energy of the inner circle, having discovered the magic, rolled its eyes and rushed forward. And then… … .

thud!

Bustle.

thud!

Bustle.

It starts to taste delicious.

The energy is crushing the magic and completely disintegrating it. In human terms, it's like climbing onto a ship and merrily striking with both fists without any resistance.

Magi seemed to have almost given up resistance.

Although it was moving slightly, it was more of a groan than a resistance.

Well, that's true.

Isn't resistance something that can only be done by observing the opponent? Who is the opponent, and why would anyone dare to resist?

That is the energy of Baekmuhan.

Even a demon head of the level of the mad spirit demon is like a docile lamb in front of Baekmuhan's energy… no, he becomes a puppy and rolls over on his stomach, so how could a lowly demonic force like that from the Explosive Group dare to resist?

The result was so obvious.

The intruder who had provoked the landlord was beaten and passed out. But the landlord wasn't satisfied. He was using this opportunity to beat the intruder like a dog, as if to rehabilitate him.

The tattered magic was finally completely neutralized and dispersed.

'Up to this point, it was as expected… … .'

Now that the internal strife has been established, there's no room for the likes of magic to set foot. Anyone could have predicted this. The problem was just starting.

That energy flowing out of my body, no, will that energy that flowed out of my body really return to its proper place?

Everything about Wei Yanhu depended on it.

'Okay, now that you've done everything you had to do… … .'

Kuuuung!

Cool!

A fountain of blood gushed from Wei Yanho's mouth. Instead of returning to his inner self, his energy began to wreak havoc.

'I'm screwed!'

I don't know why he was angry, but he looked like he was really upset.

'Hey, calm down… … .'

It was that moment. Contrary to Wei Yanho's fervent wish, energies began to flow through his body. With a violent momentum.

but.

When has his master ever listened to him?

Although Wi Yeon-ho was a man who could never lose to anyone in terms of his temperament, he was at a level where he could not even show his face in front of Baek Mu-han.

'Eww! Master!'

To be exact, it wasn't the Master, but the Master's energy… … Well, that's the same thing. I thought it would be better than the Master in terms of lack of will, but looking at the way the energy was moving now, that wasn't the case.

The way he acts so wild is just like when his master is angry.

Wei Yanho began to ponder whether the energy gathered by a person could truly possess that person's unique temperament. If he could figure this out, he would go down in history as a martial artist who introduced a new theory to the martial arts world.

If you can survive here.

The energy of the inner world was uncontrollable. At the same time, it moved through Wei Yanho's body as if it were its own home. Poking here, pressing there… it was as if it were meticulously inspecting the house before undertaking major repairs.

But isn't it common for a frog to die from a stone thrown by a child as a joke?

With each jolt of energy, Wei Yanho's body jumped up in fright. His screams seemed to resonate in my ears.

'Why are you doing this!'

If you want to kill, kill, and if you want to save, save! What is this… … Huh?

At that moment, the energy spread throughout his body and began to wash away each and every vein of Wei Yanhu.

'omg?'

If Wei Yanho could move his body, he would have tilted his head.

What is this phenomenon?

'Huh? This?'

This is a phenomenon we have seen many times.

Come to think of it, didn't this phenomenon occur every time he injected energy into others' bodies? He would burn away all the impurities in their veins, and he would rob them of every last bit of energy they had left.

Like a swarm of locusts swarming over ripe rice.

Is that happening here too?

There was no room for doubt. The energy of the inner dan, which had pierced through every meridian and gathered all the energy scattered throughout his body, raced back to his dantian, threw the gathered energy into Wei Yanhu's dantian, and was sucked back into his inner dan.

It was as if my master was scolding me, saying, ‘Can’t you even do this properly?’

'I'm still complaining even though I have energy left. Seriously.'

As all his energy was restored, Wei Yanhu slowly opened his eyes.

Then, I was startled by the sight before my eyes.

Everyone stood a little distance away from him, staring blankly at him. Not a single glance shifted. It had been a while since they'd received this much attention.

“Why is everyone doing that?”

“……Are you okay?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

But the response that came back was not very encouraging.

“I don’t think it’ll be okay…….”

“It shouldn’t be okay…….”

“It’s not okay if it’s not okay…….”

A question appeared in Wei Yanho's eyes.

“……What are you talking about?”

“Khuh-huh.”

Jang Il, feeling the need to explain the situation, coughed and stepped forward.

“Well, let me explain one thing… quite a lot happened while you were closed.”

“What’s going on?”

"Actually, it's nothing to worry about. You just did about thirty-six somersaults in the air, puffing up like you were going to burst, then deflating again. The fact that you spurted blood four times and rolled on the floor during that process isn't particularly significant."

“……It’s such a trivial thing, really.”

How trivial it is, considering this vast world… … No!

“Why is that such a small thing!”

"It's trivial, really trivial. It's really trivial compared to what you're going through right now."

"huh?"

“Look, your body.”

"huh?"

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head and lowered it. Then he could see. His entire body was dyed crimson.

“Huh…….”

Wi Yeon-ho raised his hand and blinked.

“Hey, why is this happening?”

“I think that’s just a typical symptom of Hakjeonghong’s addiction.”

“Then you should have treated it!”

“If I had the ability to catch and heal a guy who was doing somersaults in the air, would I live like this?”

“……Well, I guess I’m a beggar.”

“In the meantime, you son of a bitch!”

“No, that’s fine.”

Wi Yeon-ho checked his body.

Since I became addicted to Hakjeonghong, problems naturally arose… … .

“Nothing wrong?”

"really?"

“Yeah. It’s really nothing? But… why is it like this? Why is it red?”

Wi Yeon-ho squinted and examined his body. It seemed as if his body had expanded and contracted while he was controlling his energy. His clothes were ripped and torn in places. And through them, his body, now dark red, was clearly visible.

“Is there really nothing wrong?”

"wait for a sec."

Wei Yanho, who had been sitting cross-legged and observing his inner self again, opened his eyes.

“It really doesn’t seem like anything is wrong… No, rather, what should I call this?”

My internal energy has increased.

That has also increased quite a bit.

“Is Magi okay?”

“You won’t believe me even if I tell you, but I think I absorbed it to some extent.”

“…….”

“You don’t believe it?”

“No, what…….”

Jang Il was thinking about doing that.

What can't that guy do?

“Is the patient okay?”

"The pharmacist is taking care of him. We'll have to wait and see, but he said he seems to be starting to recover."

“I see. So….”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded quietly.

“By absorbing the poison and magic, I was cured, and my internal energy also increased…….”

Wi Yeon-ho stood up quietly from his seat. Then the people all retreated.

"why?"

“Oh, no, just…….”

“I see all kinds of weird people. So… where are you?”

"what?"

“My elixir… no, my patients.”

“What, patient? Should I continue treatment?”

“Okay. Now it’s just beginning.”

Wi Yeon-ho said with a hearty laugh.

“I have to eat everything without leaving anything behind.”

It was a long day when I started to feel uneasy again.