Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 509

#509

Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 9

Chapter 114: The Lazy Man Sets Off (4)

“Are you going?”

“Are you really going?”

“They’re really going crazy, you guys.”

The reactions of the people watching Wi Yeon-ho and his party standing at the main gate of the Tang family after packing their bags were all the same.

I was skeptical, but Seolma was not only catching people but also beating them.

Dangcheon-gun looked at Wi Jeong-han and Wi Yeon-ho, who were carrying bundles, with blank eyes.

'What's different?'

Yeah, what's the difference?

They don't have three eyes or four arms. They're not three-headed, six-legged monsters.

Yet, the reason those damned bastards weren't considered the same people was because of that ridiculous drive.

That strange drive that makes it easy to do things that even an ordinary, or somewhat extraordinary person would hesitate to do.

'Propulsion is only propulsion if the direction is correct.'

What kind of driving force is that, it's crazy.

While everyone else was thinking the same thing, the Guangdong Wei family greeted me with bright, innocent faces. Seeing them, my stomach churned again.

I want to stop it.

I really wanted to stop it.

But there is no justification.

My father is going to bring in his crazy eldest son who has joined the demonic cult, so what excuse are you using to stop him?

If something like that had happened to Dangcheon-gun, he would have grabbed his sword and silver needle and run out immediately.

The problem is that the eldest son in that corner of the house committed suicide not in a common cult, but in a demonic cult.

“Shouldn’t it be stopped?”

Dangcheon-gun turned his head with a dumbfounded expression.

An anxious Zhuge Yan was urging him on.

'It's gone bad.'

I swear, this is the first time in my life that I have seen Zhuge Yan look so flustered.

The current situation was so bizarre that even Zhuge Yan, the head of the Zhuge family and a soldier of the Cheon Yi-ryeon, was dumbfounded. Of course, from Zhuge Yan's perspective, it was a situation full of incomprehensible events.

Being intelligent means being rational. Being rational means being able to weigh the pros and cons in all matters.

To Zhuge Yan, they must be incomprehensible creatures. What would Guangdongwei gain by invading the Demonic Cult now?

does not exist.

I can confidently say no.

At best, he will only be ridiculed as a father who risked his life for his child's love.

'Even the coral wouldn't want that.'

Everyone wanted to stop them, but the two rich men ran wild, ignoring everyone else's opinions. If they were just a simpleton, they would have been beaten to death, but his bones were so fragile they couldn't withstand Wei Yanhu's merciless blows.

If that guy had even a shred of respect for the elderly and common sense, I could have yelled at him, but it would have been better in many ways to just keep my mouth shut than to yell at him and get in trouble.

“If you are confident, you can try to stop him.”

“Ah, no, I can’t just let it go like this. My, my plan is….”

Zhuge Yan had a face like that of a ghost.

'I guess so.'

Zhuge Yan planned to rally the Sichuan martial arts world around Wei Yanhu. It wasn't a bad idea. Having already reached a point of no return with the Zhengwu Alliance, Cheon Yilian needed a new focal point.

Someone who would ease relations with the Jeongmu Alliance and exert no significant power in Sacheon. Yet, someone with a reputation and ability surpassing even the current Cheok Su-gwang.

There is no other way than Wei Yanhu.

Moreover, unlike the completely uncontrollable Spinal Cord, Wi Yeon-ho was able to attempt control through Wi Jeong-han. Individually, Wi Yeon-ho is even more hopeless than Spinal Cord, but at least he has a leash on him.

The leash was only a thin string, but it was better than nothing. Moreover, it didn't need to be so tight. Given Wi Yeon-ho's disposition, it was obvious he wouldn't interfere with the operations of the Cheon Il-ryeon any more than he did with his psychic abilities.

If you just give him a nice room and good food, he'll just lock himself away and play, so what's there to worry about?

They could hang up the signboard called Wei Yanho, and Zhuge Yan would handle the actual operations. That was probably the plan… … .

'I took people for granted.'

Those who witness someone deemed unmanageable often fall into the unfounded confidence that they can control them. Despite witnessing countless others fall into ruin, they remain confident that they alone will not fall into this trap.

This was the result.

Tang Cheon-gun clicked his tongue as he looked at Zhuge Yan, who had lost his soul.

It was hard to imagine what Zhuge Yan was thinking right now. No, maybe he had no thoughts at all. His mind was probably completely blank.

A wise man carrying a bundle approached him.

“Your Majesty, I will go then. I apologize for causing you much trouble.”

It really hurt.

It was incredibly frustrating.

Even now, thinking about the cost of repairing the ruined pavilion brought tears to Dangcheon-gun's eyes. Just the thought made his stomach turn and his anger explode.

'But I gained more.'

Thanks to Wi Yeon-ho, I regained unwavering power. It was a huge loss, but for that one thing, I was willing to endure everything. If the damage were to increase even a little more, I'd have to weigh the pros and cons, but for now! For now, I'm fine.

'So go, go!'

Dangcheon-gun and Dangcheon-gun were fighting.

In his head, the two men, Dangcheon-gun, who pursue the cause of stopping them from going to the Demonic Cult, and Dangcheon-gun, who pursues self-interest and shouts, "I wish they would disappear right before my eyes, whether they go to the Demonic Cult or to hell," are fiercely swearing at each other.

“Hey, Wigaju. Are you really going to go?”

"yes."

It was an unwavering answer.

After seeing that face, Tang Cheon-gun gave up on persuading Wi Jeong-han.

'You look refreshed.'

It's a face I've never seen before in recent times.

But it was a face I remembered.

Old days.

Back when he was not the head of the Guangdong Wei family, but the Chengxiao swordsman of Guangdong, Wei Zhenghan had this look on his face. It was a look that said he would die today without a single regret.

'Yes, it's the face of an unmanned person.'

One side of Dangcheon-gun's chest ached.

It's not because Wi Jeong-han's appearance is dazzling. It's because his appearance is shabby. For many years, he has worked hard and worked hard. He has achieved his goal of becoming the head of the Tang family, and he has once again seized the power of the Tang family.

But what is this feeling?

Seeing Jeong Hyo-geom's refreshing expression, as if nothing mattered, made me feel like I'd lost something. And that was a long time ago.

“Look here, Jeonghan.”

“Yes, Lord Dang.”

"I know what I'm saying won't do any good, but I have to say it anyway. Just listen without feeling bad."

“Yes, go ahead.”

Dangcheon-gun seemed to hesitate slightly before opening his mouth.

"I understand your desire to join the Demonic Cult. But… you're the head of the family, aren't you? And you're the eldest. If you and Yeonho go to the Demonic Cult and die, what will happen to those left behind? Don't you consider their situation?"

As the head of the Tang family, he wasn't speaking to the head of the Wei family. It was from Tang Cheon-gun, a senior in the martial arts world, to his junior, Wi Jeong-han. Wi Jeong-han, fully aware of the significance, nodded slightly.

“Thank you for your concern. However….”

Wi Jeong-han smiled broadly.

"My wife is so strong, if I hadn't chased after that Coral bastard after learning of his whereabouts, she'd have tried to eat me. If I want to get even a little bit of food, I have to act now."

“……Well, she’s your wife, and that guy’s mother, so she’s not an ordinary person, right?”

Dangcheon-gun shook his head.

If you can't dissuade them, you have to send them.

"Go ahead. Go ahead. Yeah, I want to see it too. I wonder what would happen if you and that idiot ran wild in the Demonic Cult. We'll have to take care of the rest. You guys, go ahead and have some fun."

“Thank you. I have gained a lot from your company.”

“Haha.”

Dangcheon-gun ended up laughing.

They're really hands-on people, and they burn people's hearts. Yet, strangely, I can't help but hate them.

Dangcheon-gun ended up smiling as he watched the two of them leave in front of him and say their final goodbyes to the others, including Cheok Su-gwang.

'How funny.'

The situation, if anything, should be dire. Ultimately, the Demonic Cult rose up, and the Baekgeomseong joined forces with it. While martial arts have weathered countless crises, a situation more dire than this is rare.

Besides, wasn't Sacheon always a place that suffered severe damage whenever the Demonic Cult broke out? Given the circumstances, there shouldn't have been a separate funeral home.

But what should I say?

Looking at Wi Jeong-han and Wi Yeon-ho exchanging greetings with cheerful faces, I don't feel any seriousness at all.

'What a strange bunch of people.'

War has always caused them suffering.

Even now, whenever Dangcheon-gun thinks about the war against the Demonic Cult, his hands tremble. How could he forget that hellish battlefield, where blood and death flowed? The fear of walking into that hell once more is beyond words.

But what if they are there?

'It might be a little different.'

Dangcheon-gun looked at the two people with a slightly warm gaze.

They are two people who always cause trouble for people, but you can't hate them.

“Then I will go now.”

Standing at the main gate of the Tang family, Wi Jeong-han and Wi Yeon-ho bowed deeply. Normally, they would have been playing poker, but there must have been a reason for them to bow so sharply.

I express my gratitude not as a friend of Kangho, but as a person to person.

“Please be safe!”

“If you’re going to go anyway, break all the devil’s noses!”

“Thank you.”

Greetings burst out here and there.

That was when.

“It’s done.”

Tang Cheon-gun saw something flying towards Wi Yeon-ho from above the eaves.

"huh?"

Wei Yanho accepted what had flown in.

“Oh, that’s right!”

White sword.

His beloved weapon, now completely white, was now in his hands. Wei Yanhu turned his head toward the direction the sword had come from, but the person who had thrown it was nowhere to be seen.

“You are very embarrassed.”

It seemed to be completed in no time. He felt the urge to draw his sword right now, but now was the time to say goodbye. Wei Yanhu tucked the sword into his bundle.

“Then I’ll go.”

As Wei Yanho greeted him, everyone waved him off. As the two men, carrying bundles on their backs, slowly left the house, a mixture of deep sighs and relief created a strange atmosphere.

“Is that okay?”

Tang Cheon-gun laughed at Zhuge Yan's words.

Since when has this person been asking himself such questions? Everyone involved with the Guangdong Wei family is starting to feel a little strange.

"They're too big for us to even imagine. Ordinary people wouldn't dare enter Xinjiang. But for them, it's another story."

“Hmm…….”

"Criminals have their own jobs. Let's not rely on anyone else and just do what we have to do."

“I guess so.”

“Gather your strength.”

"yes?"

"The current leader is incapable of leading the Cheon Iryeon. His pride is too strong. I'll step forward. If I have to bow to the Jeongmu Alliance, I'll bow. I must at least make a way."

“Your Majesty…….”

Tang Cheon-gun's gaze turned to the two people who had now moved away and the few people chasing after them.

'Stay safe, you guys.'

It was the sincerity of Dangcheon-gun that he sent to them.