Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 505

#505

Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 5

Chapter 113: The Lazy Man Cries (5)

“So coral…….”

Peng Do-geuk was speechless.

Even though a day had already passed, Peng Do-geuk still couldn't accept reality.

Jang Il sighed deeply.

Normally, Jang-il would have cursed him for being a stupid bastard, but now he couldn't.

'That makes sense.'

Jang Il-do has yet to accept reality, so how can Peng Do-geuk be calm?

It's a coral reef.

It's not anyone else, it's Wi San-ho.

The way they perceived Wei Shan was different from Wei Yanhu. Wei Yanhu was a powerful, yet unpredictable nuisance.

If something serious enough had happened to them that they really needed help from others, they would have asked for help from Wei Shan, not Wei Yan.

Everyone trusted Weichan that much.

No one doubted that Wei San-ho was the head of the Guangdong Wei family. Wei San-ho possessed integrity and a keen understanding of negotiation. He was a chivalrous man, as if painted in a painting.

Although he later passed the title of greatest underworld to Wei Yanhu, no one believed that this diminished Wei Shanhu's influence. Indeed, those who knew the circumstances could only assume it had grown.

Wei Yanhu is a lazy donkey.

He won't move on his own unless you hit his butt. And if you prod him carelessly, he'll roll his eyes and throw a fit. He's an untouchable little thing.

The only person who could whip and rein in such a strong man was Wei San-ho.

With Wei Shan-ho leading the way and Wei Yan-ho supporting him, who could possibly stop the Guangdong Wei family? It was clear that the next generation of martial arts would be led by Wei Shan-ho's Guangdong Wei family.

But it's a demonic cult.

“……What on earth happened? Beggar, do you know anything?”

“What would I know?”

"You're a beggar of openness. You probably know more than us!"

"I don't know! You all know what I know! Just because it's open doesn't mean it's omnipotent!"

There was annoyance in Jang-il's voice.

Who would have guessed that this coral would commit suicide by joining the Demonic Cult?

Something was off from the moment the Gwanghonmaje captured him. No matter how renowned Wisanho was as the greatest of the late-stage indices, compared to the Gwanghonmaje, he was still a child among children.

Is it really necessary to take someone like that?

But that odd choice led to this worst outcome.

“Amitabha.”

Musan opened his mouth with a majestic gaze.

"Isn't the human heart unknowable? What matters isn't why he made that choice. What matters is that he has become incredibly strong, and now his sword will be turned against the martial world."

“You fell asleep while talking like a monk.”

Jang-il ground his teeth.

But there were some parts of what he said that I could relate to.

'How on earth did you get so strong?'

Of course, the stomach coral is strong.

But that meant he was strong for his age. Wei San-ho wasn't a powerhouse beyond his years, like Wei Yan-ho. His strength was that of a later-generation index.

However, in this battle, Weishanho was on par with Wei Yanho.

It was incomprehensible. It was utterly unbelievable. But it was reality.

It is a well-known fact that when a Jeongpa-in learns magic, their skills improve by leaps and bounds, but can this really be defined as a 'leap'?

It was a development that was hard to believe even after seeing it with my own eyes.

And there is something more important.

'What happens next?'

Wei Yanhu was growing stronger at a dazzling pace. However, Wei Sanhu quickly closed the gap between them.

This time it ended in a draw.

So what's next? What happens next?

Jang Il's face became serious.

Perhaps Weisanho's conversion to the Demonic Cult may not end in symbolic meaning.

“Did you stop the rumors?”

“……For now, it seems like no one in the party recognizes me.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Thanks to Zhuge Yan's quick intervention, the news was prevented from spreading. In the remote Sichuan region, no one could recognize Wei Shanhu's face alone. Even those who had seen him in the past would have had difficulty recognizing him.

Because the atmosphere of Wi San-ho, wearing black clothes and with disheveled hair, was so different from his past self.

Yeah, it was different.

It was so different.

“Damn.”

Jang-il suddenly sat up from his seat.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to Yeonho.”

“……Year name?”

"Yeah. We're so upset, how much worse must that guy be? He's probably digging the ground by now. We should go and see what he's up to."

Peng Do-geuk let out a hollow laugh.

“Whenever we are impatient because we can’t catch each other, we take care of each other again at times like this.”

“Is this normal now?”

“Amitabha, among these, it seems that the one who thinks of the beggar's alms the most is the one who thinks of the Wei Yan Ho's alms.”

Jang-il's eyes trembled.

What the hell. Where the hell is that beggar's alms? If the Shaolin Precepts Master had heard about it, he would have immediately struck this bastard's head with a bamboo stick.

'Anyway, everyone has become a little strange.'

Jang-il opened the door and went out.

The rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. But rather than feeling refreshed, an inexplicable heaviness weighed on his chest.

In the distance, you can see the guest house of Wiyeonho.

'There's no way it'll be okay.'

People often forget, but Wei Yanhu is still young. Young, if you will. By the standards of ordinary citizens, it wouldn't be unusual for him to be married and have children. But by the standards of the martial arts community, he was barely old enough to be considered an adult.

And one more thing.

'You can't just look at that guy by his age.'

Wi Yeon-ho lost five years of his formative years. Five years, the time most people would spend meeting, interacting with, and growing, he devoted solely to practicing martial arts.

According to him, he was treated harshly under the most eccentric teacher in the world.

So, in terms of mental aspect, it can be seen that there has been less growth.

Even though Wi Yeon-ho went through something like this, he overcame it on his own?

“It’s a crowd.”

"huh?"

"no."

My mouth feels bitter.

I started to think that maybe I had been relying too much on a young man.

It was the same when I came to the party.

Everyone was telling Wi Yeon-ho that he had to do something.

Wi Yeon-ho never even wished for it.

Countless expectations and a heavy burden weighing on your shoulders. That alone would be a burden, but now this has happened…

'First of all, I have to try to comfort her as much as possible.'

Not for Kangho, but for Wiyeonho.

Jang Il, who had made up his mind, arrived at the guest house.

"hmm?"

Several people were visible inside the main gate of the guest house. The most striking of them was…

“Why are you here?”

Zhuge Liang held up his fan and looked at Jang Il.

“Having to see a beggar in the morning? I’m out of luck today.”

“Why is this desk being passed down so quickly that it’s causing trouble as soon as I see it!”

"I saw your face. How could I not pick a fight? You came all the way here to get something for me."

Steam rose from Jang Il's forehead.

'Even just the Wei Yan Lake is too much to handle. Damn it.'

Jang-il spoke bluntly, vowing to avoid a war of nerves with that guy as much as possible.

“What year was it?”

“It’s inside.”

“But why are you doing this?”

Zhuge Liang folded his fan and pressed it against his cheek.

“Since last night, I’ve been kicking out everyone, locking the door, and shutting myself in.”

“……Stuck in?”

While it was normal for Wei Yan-ho to shut himself away in his room and protest, the tone was a little different. Wei Yan-ho, in his usual state, wouldn't have bothered to stir up trouble.

Jang-il let out a deep sigh.

I understand it's shocking, but this isn't something that can be solved by acting like a child.

“Get out of the way.”

As Jang Il tried to go inside, Jegal Mun-in blocked his way.

"why?"

“I think it would be better not to go in?”

“If the child is depressed, you should hit him on the cheek to wake him up.”

“I don’t know if that’s the way to be open, but it doesn’t seem like a good way.”

“Are you ignoring the long-standing disciplinary method of openness?”

“Wouldn’t that just make you a beggar?”

"……uh?"

Jang-il tilted his head.

Yeah. Even so, he's still a beggar. He was a beggar to begin with.

“Hey, a beggar with a good personality gets a lot of food even when he begs for it.”

"My lord is not a beggar, so there's no need for open-minded discipline. He's the one who can handle things on his own. Don't complicate matters by interfering unnecessarily. Go back."

“What gives you the right to stop me?”

Zhuge Liang and Jang Il glared at each other and faced each other.

Then Musan took a step forward.

"I think it's better to do this. First, let's go in together. Then, when the benefactor tells you to leave, just do it and that's it. I don't think it's necessary to exert yourself so much over something so trivial."

Jang-il stuck out his tongue.

“That punk used to be unable to speak properly, but now he’s talking.”

"sympathy."

Musan's forehead turned red after he suddenly got hit by a sudden attack.

“I’m going to lose, I’m going to lose.”

“I will beat you mercifully.”

“Ugh.”

Musan let out a sigh and walked ahead into the hall.

“Let’s go together!”

Others followed Musan's lead.

Those who entered the palace and reached Wei Yanho's room took a deep breath.

'I think I hear something?'

It doesn't seem like she's sleeping. I can't tell exactly what it is, but there's a rustling sound. It sounds like something moving under the covers, or like clothes being rummaged around.

“Ahem, Wei Yanho.”

Jang Il cautiously called out to Wi Yeon-ho.

No answer comes.

“Wei Yanho, are you inside?”

As expected, there was no answer.

“Are you going in?”

If there's no answer despite calling this many times, isn't that permission to come in? Jang-il, who has slightly different standards than others, opened the door without hesitation.

"uh?"

Jang-il tilted his head as he looked into the room.

It was a completely different scene from what he had expected. He had expected her to be lying in bed, groaning or feeling depressed…

“What are you doing?”

Wi Yeon-ho lifted the bundle and put it on his back.

Then he raised his head, spotted Jang Il and others, and frowned.

“Why is everyone barging in at the crack of dawn and causing chaos?”

“I came to see what you were doing. What’s that luggage?”

“If you have to go on the road, you have to pack your bags.”

“Road? Where are you going?”

Wi Yeon-ho answered as if it was no big deal.

“The devil’s cult.”

“Ah, going to the Demonic Cult… What, Inma?”

Jang-il was terrified.

Where are you going? Demonic cult?

“Hey, you crazy bastard! What the hell is this cult all of a sudden!”

“I said I was going, why are you!”

“Why are you suddenly going to the Demonic Cult?”

“Saying something obvious.”

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes lit up.

"I heard everything, but no matter how much I listen, I can't understand. He's so inflexible that he's acting strangely. I'll have to beat him up and bring him in."

“……Huh, so you’re going to the Demonic Cult?”

"huh."

Jang Il wiped the cold sweat running down his forehead as he watched Wi Yeon-ho answer brightly.

This is a big deal.

He's crazier than you think.

As Wi Yeon-ho was about to leave the room, Jang Il was startled and shouted.

“Hey, hold on to this first!”

As soon as Jang Il finished speaking, everyone rushed to Wi Yeon-ho, grabbed his legs, and hung on.

“Let go! Don’t let go! You won’t let go of this? If words don’t work, I’ll have to drag you here by beating you! Let go! I’m going to the Demonic Cult!”

“Hey, you crazy bastard! Let’s live with some common sense! Be sensible!”

Jang Il's sorrowful scream resonated through the hall.