Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 381

#381

Taejonbirok Volume 16, Episode 6

Chapter 89: The Lazy Man Makes a Promise (1)

The atmosphere was heavy.

'How many days has it been since I came here?'

I wondered if I had ever felt this heavy even once in all that time.

The current atmosphere was incredibly gloomy.

Saga quietly turned his head outside the hut.

Swaaaaaaah.

'It's raining here too.'

Just like the world in the story.

Gwanggu Shingae kept his mouth shut. Aside from the gourd in his hand constantly moving in and out of the corner of his mouth, he showed no sign of speaking or acting.

A heavy atmosphere was weighing on Saga.

“So, does that mean that Wisanho was the son of the Great Demon Emperor?”

“I don’t know.”

The Gwanggu Shingae shook its head.

“I just assumed it was like that. I couldn’t ask, I couldn’t hear.”

“…….”

"Make no mistake. Everything I say comes from what I've heard, seen, and felt. Ultimately, I can only speak of what I see. I can't possibly know the entire truth of the world."

“Isn’t it also Shin-gae who knows the truth of the world the most?”

“That’s true too.”

Gwanggu Shingae meekly acknowledged Saga's words.

Few people would know more about the world's rich history than he does. He's been through so much since the days of Sogeulgae. Furthermore, having stood by Wei Yanho, arguably the center of history, he knew things others didn't.

'I knew too much.'

Truth isn't just about profit. Sometimes, there are truths we truly wish we didn't know. There was a time when I enjoyed dealing with information. But soon, I had no choice but to learn.

How painful it is to know the many sides of the world.

“I would rather not know.”

Saga bit his lip.

For him to continue asking questions now would be tantamount to digging up a wound Gwanggu Shingae didn't want to remember. But he had to ask. And he had to know.

Because his job is to see the other side of the world and convey it.

“What about Wei Yanhu and Gwanghuimujon?”

“……I don’t know what to say.”

The Gwanggu Shingae scratched his head.

“It was more calm than I thought, more passionate than I thought, and more radical than I thought.”

“What is that…….”

"It's hard to explain why they reacted this way. Well, it must have been complicated. There was nothing we could do. It's impossible to immediately follow them and find the coral, but it's also impossible to just sit back and do nothing."

“I guess so.”

"They did request rescue from the Jeongmu Alliance, but… they weren't proactive. In fact, Wi Yeon-ho probably knew that. He knew that the Jeongmu Alliance wouldn't attack the Demonic Cult's headquarters for Wi San-ho's sake. Ultimately, it was inevitable that they would denounce the Demonic Cult."

“It can’t be helped. Besides….”

Saga carefully closed his mouth.

Ultimately, if the Jeongmu Alliance were to intervene in this matter, Wei Shanho's true identity would inevitably be revealed to the entire world. They would have wanted to avoid that situation.

"But it's strange. For the new investigators to just ignore such a strange incident."

"I wasn't trying to brush it off. I couldn't have just let that gentleman off the hook. Something else just happened."

“What if it’s something else?”

“You probably know this, right?”

"……ah!"

The moment Saga was about to say something, Shingae opened his mouth.

“While the Shinki Investigation Team’s gaze was focused on you, quite a few problems were occurring here as well.”

"yes?"

Shingae sighed deeply.

“Wei Yanho, who couldn’t do this or that, ended up starting something obvious.”

“What if it’s obvious?”

“Yes, it’s training.”

***

The sword flows slowly.

Very slowly.

I wonder if that sword is moving, so much so that I look at it again and again.

Jang Il was looking at the tip of the sword.

“Ugh…….”

A groan escapes me without me realizing it.

As I looked at the tip of that sword, I literally felt like I was going to suffocate.

The sword, which had been pointing downwards in the morning, hadn't even reached my chest by noon. At first glance… no, even upon closer inspection, it appeared to be completely still.

But that black thing was definitely moving. So minutely that it was imperceptible to the eye, yet it was moving without pause, without stopping for even a moment.

“……Can you do that?”

“It’s difficult.”

Musan shook his head as if there was nothing to think about.

Simply put, it was simply a matter of slowly raising the sword. But how many people could perform that movement over several hours?

It's not about stopping and then going up and down repeatedly.

It's still there, but it has to move.

“Isn’t stillness and movement a specialty of Shaolin?”

“You can’t even call that Jeongjung-dong.”

“Huh?”

“Because movement isn’t just movement. Don’t you see?”

“……What do you mean?”

“Amitabha.”

Musan kept repeating the words "Bulho".

"Just moving slowly like that is a testament to the power of ascension. The human body can never move with such precision. But that's not all. Look closely, and feel it."

“What do you want me to feel?”

“It’s temperament.”

"temperament?"

Jang-il opened his eyes wide at Musan's words, which seemed like grasping at clouds.

'What do you want me to feel?'

Only after observing Wei Yanho closely, with a keen sense of humor, did Jang Il understand what Musan was talking about.

It's changing.

It wasn't just the tip of the sword that was changing. The aura emanating from Wei Yanho's body was also changing moment by moment.

A temperament that was quick at one moment becomes soft at another, and a temperament that was easy at another moment becomes heavy at another.

'Are you saying it wasn't just moving slowly?'

Jang Il's face hardened.

It's changing. If the body's constitution is changing, then naturally the sword tip is also changing. It's not just slow movement. That slow sword tip is constantly changing, even at this very moment.

“That monster.”

I don't know all that it means. It was difficult to understand at Jang Il's level. But I could fully appreciate how difficult it was.

Knock knock, knock knock.

Sweat trickled down my forehead, down my chin, and onto the floor. The sweat dripped down, soaking the floor. To exaggerate a bit, it looked like a small pond had formed.

The sight came across as very strange.

Jang Il had never seen Wei Yanhu sweat. Wei Yanhu was like a cat. On hot days, wherever he was was the coolest place, and on cold days, wherever he was was the warmest place.

Wasn't it Wei Yan-ho, who, even when faced with an emergency, managed to resolve everything with minimal physical effort? The sight of him drenched in sweat was an unbearably awkward sight, no matter how you looked at it.

“It’s going to be harder than you imagine.”

"huh?"

Peng Do-geuk said with a stern face.

“I’ve done similar training before. I really thought I was going to die.”

“Is it a blunt sword?”

“That’s right.”

The eyes of the Pengdu-geuk were filled with awe.

Cultivation is not something that can be achieved through willpower alone.

The human body has its limits. Even with a high level of skill and a strong will, it cannot endure more. Only those who have abused their bodies through constant repetition can endure greater levels of pain and pressure.

The burden Wei Yanhao was currently shouldering was beyond Peng Dujie's wildest imagination. This meant Wei Yanhao had long since attained a level of training that Peng Dujie could only dream of.

That lazy bastard.

'In order to stay afloat, you have to move desperately underwater.'

Although Wei Yanhu now appears to be incredibly lazy, his inaction couldn't have simply fallen from the sky. Peng Dao-geuk made me realize once again that he, too, had endured hellish training.

'There is no royal road.'

If there's a faster way, no one would take the slow way. In other words, the path everyone takes is the fastest. And the path everyone takes is simple.

effort.

Wei Yanho is walking that path now.

“Even if you look hard, you won’t gain anything.”

“Hmm…….”

Musando nodded.

"What could a child, just learning to hold a sword, possibly understand the elders' secrets? It's just a waste of time. We just have to do what we have to do."

“Amitabha. The donor’s words are correct.”

"What are you, Amitabha Buddha, all the time? You damn punk. You're the one who curses whenever someone starts a fight."

“Amitabha.”

“Hey.”

Jang-il got annoyed.

'Who is doing this because they don't want to be strong?'

Wei Yanho wasn't the only one who felt powerless before the absolute power of the Demonic Cult's bishop. At least he could at least try to grapple with him, but they couldn't even combine swords with the Bloodlust Demon Emperor.

Because I didn't deserve that.

From the perspective of the Blood Demon Emperor, the reality they faced was that they were held back by the minions who were nothing more than ragtag minions and could do nothing.

“Let’s practice.”

"hmm."

"My current powerlessness isn't a sin. What is a sin is knowing my powerlessness but not trying to escape it."

Jang-il's eyes widened.

“Since when have you been so good at talking?”

“…….”

Peng Do-geuk closed his eyes tightly.

Does that matter now?

"her."

Jang-il let out a sigh.

“You must have been quite shocked, seeing you grease your tongue and that punk mumbling too.”

“Then what about you?”

Jang Il shut his mouth at Peng Do-geuk's words.

How about me?

I am?

Jang-il ground his teeth.

From that moment on, I felt a burning sensation in my stomach. No matter how much I tried to hold it in, to ignore it, it just kept bubbling.

Who can be calm?

I felt that terrible sense of helplessness.

And then they realized that those they thought they would encounter in the distant future could appear as enemies right in front of them at any moment.

Bow your head in anticipation of being able to deal with them decades in the future?

'I can't do that.'

“I don’t have money, do I have no pride?”

If you thought he'd be able to bow down to everyone just because he was a beggar, you'd be mistaken. Jang Il was a man who could beg, but not break his neck.

"Okay, let's do it. Let's fight! I'll start by destroying you guys."

“Hmm, the will is good, but isn’t it too greedy?”

“What, Inma?”

“Amitabha. Isn’t knowing your own position the beginning of progress?”

"Okay! I'll show you that where you are is hell. Follow me, Ddaengjung!"

As Jang-il walked ahead, Musan followed him with a big smile.

However, Peng Do-geuk did not follow them and just quietly watched Wei Yan-ho.

'Training?'

One question came to mind.

Is that really cultivation?

A thought crossed Peng Do-geuk's mind. Perhaps too much… …and dangerous.