Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 562

#562

Taejonbirok Volume 23, Episode 12

Chapter 125: Lazy Man, Showing Off (2)

The sword slowly drops down.

Wi Yeon-ho had been feeling strange lately.

'Am I holding a sword right now?'

I lowered my head and checked with my own eyes. The pure white figure of Baekgeom was definitely there.

It's really strange.

It wasn't that my fingertips had become dulled. I could still clearly feel the handle against my fingertips. However, the perception of holding the sword had become blurred.

'I think I'm going crazy.'

I know what they call this.

The sword is one body.

A state of becoming one with the sword. A state called Sword-A-Ilche or Body-Sword Unity.

But it's a little different.

He doesn't feel a sense of oneness with the sword. Even though the sword is clearly in his hand, he forgets its existence. He's forgetting something he shouldn't forget.

It wasn't the fairytale feeling some people have of the sword feeling like it was part of their body.

'If I had a master, I would have asked him.'

To Wei Yanho now, his master was like a landmark. A star shining noblely in the distant sky. Just by looking at that star and following it, he could be guided to the right path.

But that milestone is incredibly unfriendly.

It doesn't tell me how much further I have to go, whether it's right to go over that mountain or if it's faster to cross the river, when I'll get there if I keep going this way… nothing.

It's still like that now.

No one tells him whether this is one of the natural processes that one must go through as one climbs upwards, or whether he has taken the wrong path.

'I'm sure it was the same for Master.'

Even though Wi Yeon-ho had the milestone of being a master, he had nothing. The moment he surpassed his age, he became the best in the world, so who could show him the way?

This is no joke.

The Master achieved his lofty position despite even more adverse circumstances. By comparison, isn't Wei Yanho's situation somewhat better?

'It's quite leisurely.'

I've been thinking about all of these things.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with thinking. Reflecting on one's own state and establishing a clear direction for the future is essential for a person who is unmanned.

The problem was the current situation.

Wei Yanho, who raised his head slightly, clearly saw Sima and Dokma rushing towards him fiercely.

'It's slow.'

The world is incredibly slow.

His mind was processing too much information at once, slowing down his time.

When did we become accustomed to this slow-moving world?

At some point I felt it.

That something was sprouting inside him.

'It's slow and it's bursting.'

The moment he felt he needed to become stronger, he became stronger. The moment he felt he needed to become stronger, he became even stronger.

While others scaled the cliffs, he climbed the mountain along the cleared path. While others were at a loss as to what to do before the seemingly insurmountable cliff, he continued to climb, unhesitatingly, along the easy path his teacher had laid out.

Still, it is not visible.

How high should I climb?

The towering mountain stretched beyond the clouds, reaching to the very edge of the sky. It had risen so high that everyone was astonished. Yet, the summit remained undetectable.

'No matter how much I do, it's too much, really.'

Even if you can see it, it's a height you can't climb. So, wouldn't it be better to at least show the end?

"Am I not showing you? You can't see it because you're too weak. You stupid punk."

'I know.'

Wi Yeon-ho pouts.

The stronger he becomes, the more he realizes how large and immense the shadow his master casts upon him is.

Compared to that huge shadow, the bishops rushing in now are nothing.

Yeah, it's really nothing.

Sima's fingernails grow long. To be precise, the tips of his fingernails appear to have long, dark spikes growing outward.

It's sharp.

Even a simple brush against that thorn will split and rot your flesh. Come to think of it, I think I've heard something about those nails from my father. What did he say? I think he said something like "magic claws"…

I don't remember it well because I wasn't particularly interested in it. Well, even if I had been interested, I probably wouldn't have remembered it.

It doesn't matter.

There's no need to know what that method is. Ultimately, all martial arts are unified. All martial arts are inextricably linked to stabbing, swinging, grabbing, and pushing.

Herbivory is nothing more than a mixture of these four. At best, it's a psychological warfare game of waiting and waiting.

– What should I do?

'Just avoid it.'

―What if it can't be avoided?

'Just stop it and that's it.'

It's simple.

I thought the world would become more complex as I climbed higher and higher. But the higher I climbed, the simpler it became. Just like right now.

Sima's hand stretched forward, and the ridges at his fingertips grew longer. Five lines appeared in the air, piercing Wei Yanhu's neck.

'It's obvious.'

That group wasn't trying to stab Wei Yanho in the neck right now. If he twisted his body to dodge, they'd swing in that direction and cut him down.

The energy in his fingertips, the direction of his fingernails, and Sima's gaze, which was trying to preemptively determine where he would avoid, were telling him that fact.

So what should we do?

'I told you it's obvious.'

Wei Yanhu's sword cuts down Sima Yi's flying spear.

once.

One more time.

And one more time.

Fragments of the shards flew in all directions. The shards, filled with a cool sharpness, cut through the bluestone floor like tofu.

Sima Yi's eyes widened, and Wei Yanhu could clearly see this.

'What are you so surprised about?'

I understand.

It must be surprising to see Jo Kang, who poured all his strength into it, being cut like straw.

But that level of strength is not enough to stop Wei Yanhu.

'I was hit by the sword that my master swung around like a joke.'

Everything was within him.

The master said he had taught him everything, and he was right.

I keep finding out more and more.

I keep realizing it.

What the teacher taught him.

All the magic of the sword was melted into the sweet chestnut that he struck playfully. All the magic of the sword was melted into the fingertips that strangely swung and struck his buttocks.

The image of his master in his dreams is merely a re-imagining of the master he once saw in the cave. Yet, despite this, Wei Yanhu has never defeated him. He has never even glimpsed him in his dreams.

Every time I try to avoid a gesture that I thought was nothing, it reveals its true nature little by little.

'This is ridiculous, really.'

Who would have imagined that the fingertips that strike the chestnut would be imbued with the magic of the fists to the point of putting Shaolin to shame?

Who would have imagined that the club used to wake up the sleeping Wi Yeon-ho contained a sword of such power that even a shaman could not dare to approach it?

The teacher was that kind of person.

He is martial arts, and martial arts is him. He is no different from the god of martial arts who came down to the world in human form.

Compared to that?

'Weak.'

Sima, suppressing his panic, pulled out Jo Gang again. Wi Yeon-ho, despite witnessing this scene, charged toward Sima without slowing down.

Sima shouts something and swings his sword again.

This inspiration was quite strong. That was clear. The momentum contained in the swaying blade was incredibly fierce.

'Can I take on Grandpa Kwon Geuk?'

It's impossible to say for sure which side will have the upper hand. The difference is so subtle that the outcome will depend on the condition and stamina of the day.

but…….

“Weak.”

Wei Yanhu's sword glows with light. Then he swings it slowly.

Trajectory.

A trajectory following the master's sword.

Even though he couldn't understand it with his head, Wei Yanho faithfully swung his sword following the trajectory that his body knew.

Then it splits.

Everything.

Everything that comes within the sword's range is torn apart without even being able to resist, as if it were its natural fate to be cut down.

As if following something that was already cut with a sword.

The rice stalks that Sima had pulled out were cut like rice being cut by a sickle. But Wei Yanhu was not satisfied with that.

Because he is greedy.

The sword that cut through Jo-gang's body also cuts into Sima's fingers. Sima's eyes tremble as he finds no escape.

'hmm?'

At that moment, the poisonous demon began to move. From his green-tinged fingertips, a chilling poisonous steel shot out, flying between Wei Yanhu and Sima Yi.

It means to step back.

'Who cares?'

Despite that clear warning, Wei Yanhu did not retreat. Instead, he lunged forward, thrusting his sword into the target. Wei Yanhu's sword, imbued with a burst of energy, trembled.

'It's a good sword.'

Next time I visit Dangga, I'll have to thank that old craftsman. This sword truly seemed made just for Wi Yeon-ho. When my heart is moved, the sword seems to move before my hands.

It perfectly embodies the movements that Wei Yanho envisions.

Perfect martial arts, perfect swordsmanship.

I have both, so what's the point?

Sima roared and swung at Wei Yanhu's sword with both hands. From his right, a poisonous aura, thick with chilling venom, flew. Wei Yanhu thrust his sword in with his right hand and struck the poisonous aura with his left.

A loud noise.

Even that roar sounds slow.

Sima fell, spewing blood. Wei Yanhu, who didn't even glance at Sima as he flew through the air like a kite, let out a poisonous blast from his fingertips.

The pungent smell of poison.

The tingling sensation of poison digging into your fingertips.

A sense of pleasure appears in Dokma's eyes.

'That's stupid.'

You must think you're addicted.

You probably don't think you can stop it with force.

But I was wrong.

'My master said so.'

Whether it's poison or poison, it's ultimately a form of ignorance. If I'm stronger than the poison, my body will prevail. If my energy is stronger than the poison, the poison won't invade my body.

furthermore…….

'There's a scary person over here.'

Before he could even feel the poisonous energy from his dantian seeping into his fingertips, Baek Muhan's inner dan began to stir.

Perhaps because he's Baek Mu-han's inner circle, his personality is exactly like Baek Mu-han's. He throws a tantrum at the sight of an intruder entering his quarters, emitting energy from his fingertips.

That's it.

Even Baek Muhan's ignorance defies description, as his incredible power instantly consumes the poison. He doesn't even push it out of his body. He grabs it, drags it away, and begins to beat it with a slender, slender beating. He quickly dismantles the venom, which has become docile, before gently pushing it into his dantian.

'They say the teacher's grace is like heaven.'

Internal energy surged within his dantian. All poison was neutralized, leaving only internal energy to fill Wei Yanhu's dantian. It was as if he had consumed a powerful elixir.

Mandokbulsin.

It wasn't the realm Wei Yanhu had achieved. However, it was impossible for poison to invade Wei Yanhu's body, where Baek Muhan's inner sect resided.

I don't know about the past, but not now.

Wi Yeon-ho took a deep breath and chuckled.

“It’s a bit lacking… Do you have a lot of poison, sir?”

At Wei Yanho's nagging, Dokma's face was distorted horribly.