Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 554

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Taejonbirok Volume 23, Episode 4

Chapter 123: The Lazy Jumps In (4)

“Food! Bring me more food! Now!”

“I, I’ll take it now!”

The owner of the Chuwol Guesthouse, Jong-ya, put all the food from the kitchen on a tray and ran away.

“Hey, over here!”

As soon as you put the tray down, the dishes disappear from the plate in an instant.

“Give me the roast duck!”

“Hey, Inma! Are you eating it all?”

“Are you taking what your father is holding in his hand, you unfilial son of all people!”

Jongya took a step back without realizing it.

'No, do you have a stomach bug, you beggars?'

A little while ago, when six beggars kicked open the door and came in, Jongya thought that business was going to be a breeze today.

Any business needs a good start. If a beggar barges into an unopened inn, the day's business is effectively ruined.

Jongya, who had gone out with a club to beat up these crazy beggars who had ruined his day's business, carefully swept the floor with his club when he saw something grayish that one of the beggars held out.

If his eyes weren't deceived, it was definitely gold. Gold.

“Bring all the food in this house.”

It was the moment when a god descended, not a beggar.

What's wrong with clothes, I have money!

The angry Jongya's heart melted like snow in the warm sunlight, and soon a face full of a happy smile appeared as he hurriedly led the way to the seat.

That's what happened… … .

'How long are you guys going to keep eating this shit?'

Chuwolgaekjan is a fairly large inn. There are five kitchen staff working in its kitchen.

But now, all five of those servants were on the verge of exhaustion.

Even though I'm making food like crazy, they're eating it faster.

'You won't be eating all the gold you've got, will you?'

It's absurd. But isn't there a scene unfolding before your eyes that makes it impossible to resist that absurd thought?

The dishes were piled up in heaps.

“Is the palace account still far away?”

“Bang! Bang! Give me something hot!”

'You bastards.'

It was the moment when Jaeshin fell back into beggar mode. After carrying plates and plates for a long time, the beggars' eating speed began to slow down.

Among the beggars, one dressed like a true beggar patted his stomach. Only after seeing his tadpole-like protruding belly did satisfaction appear on his face.

“Ah, now I can finally live a little.”

“Because I haven’t even had water for three days.”

“It was a fight to the death, whether to be stabbed to death or starve to death.”

Jang-il shook his head as if it was terrible.

Hunger is a familiar experience to beggars, but it's also what they hate most. Those who have experienced extreme hunger know how terrifying it can be. It's no wonder fasting is the most severe punishment in the world.

With food filling my stomach, I felt like my head was starting to work a little better.

“So, we don’t have to stop by the volcano?”

"hmm……."

Wi Jeong-han also leaned back in his chair leisurely, as if his mind was now a little more at ease.

"If you have something to say, it can be done by letter. Wasting time climbing a rugged volcano isn't a good idea."

“I agree.”

"For now, it would be best to quickly head to Luoyang. There's a senior investigator there. We should meet him and discuss the situation."

Everyone nodded vigorously.

There's room for debate, but once a direction is set, it's right to follow it. This is especially true for exhibitions like this.

“Then shall we leave right away?”

“……No. Let’s rest for now.”

“Huh? In this situation?”

“Because this is the situation.”

Wi Jeong-han pointed to the group.

"Except for the external injuries, there's nothing we can do about the internal injuries. Even if we reach Luoyang, it's meaningless if the internal injuries are gone and we can't fight back."

“No, but even so, the situation is a bit…….”

“You need to rest.”

Wi Jeong-han said firmly.

"I've already conveyed all the information that needed to be conveyed. There's no way we can solve this by rushing. Therefore, it's crucial to restore our strength and build a body that's ready for use at any moment. That's war."

"hmm……."

It was a statement I didn't quite understand. But judging by his experience in war, Wi Jeong-han was an expert, while Wi Yeon-ho was no different from a rookie who had just been issued a spear.

furthermore…….

The situation was extremely urgent. But even in the most dire of circumstances, Wei Yanho couldn't refuse a request to rest.

“Well, then let’s just take a break for a bit.”

Words that I couldn't keep came out of my mouth.

“Ughh …

An unstoppable groan escaped Wei Yanho's mouth.

The feeling of being immersed in hot water, the feeling of being immersed in a bath with hot steam gushing out, was a sensation that I couldn't exchange for any other pleasure at that moment.

This warmth makes you exclaim, ‘This is paradise.’

“Hoooooooo.”

A sound of air escaping came from Wei Yanho's mouth as he shoved his entire body into the bathtub.

Wei Yanho doesn't usually enjoy bathing. To be precise, he doesn't enjoy bathing or any other physical activity.

If you move, you get hungry, and if you're hungry, you have to move. The only way to escape this endless cycle is to remain still.

Although Wei Yanhu had long since realized this truth, the blood and dust that clung to his body as he escaped the pursuit of the Demonic Cult made even Wei Yanhu stumble and head to the bathroom.

And now those old times were being peeled away.

“This is how people wash and live.”

Even when I lived in the cave with Baek Mu-han for five years without washing, I didn't feel this discomfort. I don't know if it's because Wei Yan-ho is cleaner than before, or if this chase was just that much more difficult.

Wei Yanho, who was immersed up to his chin in the steaming water, tilted his head back and rested his neck on it.

'It's complicated.'

As I gained some free time, my mind began to spin. Up until now, all I could think about was getting out of Xinjiang. I think I understand why Wei Zhenghan needed a break.

There's no point in rushing around in a hurry. Now is the time to get things organized.

The elite of the Demonic Cult have disappeared.

Baekgeomseong is showing incomprehensible movements.

and…….

'Cheonma.'

No one will understand.

How strong was the person there.

To anyone other than Wi Yeon-ho, this would have felt like nothing more than a pipe dream. It was a story that didn't resonate deeply with me.

But Wei Yanho felt it clearly.

'There's no one to deal with.'

If that power is real.

If the power Wi Yeon-ho sensed was real, there was no one in the current martial arts world who could match him. He was not someone who could be defeated through a joint attack.

That's why it's strange.

If there is a being called Cheonma and he has that much power, why does he go through the trouble of moving the Demonic Cult and waging war?

He was a disaster in and of himself.

Those like Kwon Geuk and Geom Seon need power. Even the so-called Great Demon Emperor needed the Demonic Cult. But the truly powerful don't even need power.

When his master roamed the martial world, the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools were nothing more than cumbersome followers. That's what his master was. A power beyond measure, a power of a different order, doesn't need power. He's perfect in his own right.

Then why does the Heavenly Horse use the Demonic Cult, and why doesn't it reveal itself and devour the martial world?

'There's something.'

There is a reason why it has to be that way.

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head.

I never thought I was particularly less intelligent than others, but uncovering conspiracies like this wasn't Wei Yanho's specialty. Everyone has their own strengths.

Wi Yeon-ho's job is to convey the information he's gained to those who can think for themselves. They'll be the ones to worry.

There was something else that really bothered Wei Yanhu.

'Why was there a sword there?'

The sword stuck behind the Holy Fire.

Sword of the Coral Reef.

The fact that the sword was stuck there shook Wei Yanhu.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

It might be nothing.

but…….

Wei Yanhu closed his eyes and plunged his head into the water. After remaining submerged for a while, he slowly emerged again.

'I'm not the type to throw away my sword.'

Even if Wei San-ho had devoted himself to the Demonic Cult, he would never abandon that sword. After all, it belonged to the Guangdong Wei family. It was the last remaining symbol connecting Wei San-ho and the Guangdong Wei family.

My heart grew heavy as I felt like I was declaring that I was no longer the Weishanho of the Guangdong Wei family by putting the sword there.

'Why on earth are you doing that?'

I don't understand.

Why did Weishanho go to the Demonic Cult?

Father? Bloodline?

That's funny.

Even if others didn't know, Wei Yanho knew. Wei Sanho wasn't the kind of person to turn his back on Wei Jeonghan and Wei Yanho because of such things. Even if his own father had suffered an unjust death and the blame lay with the Central Plains, he wasn't the kind of person to commit himself to the Demonic Cult to achieve his own ends.

It would be a method that suits Weishanho to block the demonic cult with the demonic cult and seek the truth in the Central Plains.

But why is that?

Cheonma, Wisanho, Seonghwa, Daema Daeje, and the Demonic Cult.

All of that was spinning around in Wei Yanho's head.

Wei Yanho muttered, leaning his head against the bathtub and closing his eyes.

“I guess it doesn’t matter.”

Whatever the hidden truth, why Wei San-ho had to do such a thing, or how great a thing it was, Wei Yan-ho didn't care.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give it all back to you soon.”

What the master said is right.

The master said.

Over and over again.

"Every problem you face is because you're weak. The strong don't experience any problems. They don't have to. If you have any problems, there's only one cause: weakness. Only weakness. Be strong. They say the world isn't all about strength, but that's just the wishful thinking of the powerless. The world is all about strength. If you're strong, you can solve all problems."

'You only say things that are so true that it's annoying.'

The cause of everything happening now was also clear: Wei Yanhu was weak. If Wei Yanhu hadn't been defeated by the Demon Emperor, Wei Shanhu wouldn't have joined the Demonic Cult.

And even if he went to the Demonic Cult, if Wei Yanhu was strong enough to overthrow the Demonic Cult, Wei Shanhu might have gone to the Guangdong Wei family by now and planned to find a suitable woman to marry.

The cause is clear.

So what's the solution?

That too is clear.

Wi Yeon-ho closed his eyes.

A pure white ray of light descends into the dark world.

Getting stronger.

There is only one thing he has to do.

Getting stronger.

“I don’t have time.”

Even in the midst of this war, we must become stronger. We must become stronger, stronger.

Enough to handle everything in the world.

Enough to illuminate everything in the world.

Yes, just like his teacher.

Wi Yeon-ho's hand moved slowly with his eyes closed.

Chase after.

His hands wove the air as if possessed, chasing after his master's sword, which seemed to be forever beyond his reach.