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Taejonbirok Volume 24, Episode 23
Chapter 132: The Lazy Man, Teaching (3)
Baek Hoe-myeong looked around quietly.
It's miserable.
It was a brutal defeat, one that made one wonder if it was possible to be so unilaterally destroyed. It felt like not only people, but the entire forest had been destroyed.
'You're consistent even in that situation.'
Judging by the circumstances surrounding the incident, I could be certain it was done by one person. The traces left behind were all similar.
then?
Baek Hoe-myeong's gaze turned to Wi Yeon-ho.
“That’s amazing.”
I couldn't help but be amazed.
"Should I really call you Wei Yanho? I expected it, but it's even better. You always surprise me."
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Baek Hoe-myeong with strange eyes.
“You speak as if you know me very well.”
“I know very well.”
“…….”
“Maybe even more than you.”
Baek Hoe-myeong smiled brightly.
"From the first time I heard your name, something felt strange. The second time, I felt uneasy, and the third time, I was certain. I knew you would be the greatest obstacle to the Great Plan of the Ten Thousand Swords."
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes narrowed.
“What should I do? I don’t know much about that area.”
“It’s okay.”
Baek Hoe-myeong raised the corners of his mouth.
“You don’t need to know me. The dead don’t need to know anything.”
Baek Hoe-myeong and Wi Yeon-ho's eyes met.
Jang Il swallowed hard.
'This is strange.'
Baek Hoe-myeong is the lord of Baekgeomseong.
In other words, the head of the Mangeom Baekga clan was none other than Baek Hoe-myeong. The direct descendant of the Mangeom clan, the heir to the Mangeom clan who had carried on the legacy for generations, was Baek Hoe-myeong.
However, Wei Yanhu is the disciple of the Sword Emperor.
Wei Yanho also holds the right to claim the right to inherit the Mangeom lineage. He is one of only two in the world. The one who carries on the Mangeom lineage's legacy has now met here.
Jang-il clenched his fist.
Perhaps he is witnessing a historic spectacle.
“I have something to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Who is your teacher?”
“…….”
Baek Hoe-myeong asked firmly.
"My uncle said that you too have inherited the Mangeom sword. Wouldn't it be rude to ask about your teacher?"
“You can figure that out yourself.”
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
“What does a blood relationship of three hundred years mean?”
“It makes sense.”
Baek Hoe-myeong spoke firmly.
"While blood ties may have significance, alumni association does have significance. It means pursuing the same goals."
“Same meaning?”
"Yes, it's the same idea. Aren't we advancing together to see the end of the sword?"
“You guys?”
A sneer appeared on Wei Yanho's lips.
“For someone who claims to have seen the edge of the sword, their actions are incredibly petty.”
“I can’t really deny it.”
Even at Wi Yeon-ho's taunts, Baek Hoe-myeong remained unfazed. He simply accepted them with a light laugh.
"It's all because we lack the strength. If we had enough power, we wouldn't have to resort to such measures. I, too, regret that."
Baek Hoe-myeong moistened his lips slightly and continued speaking.
"While any means is justified for the sake of the end, if the means are justified, the end becomes all the more noble. Even if it's criticized, it can't be helped."
"hmm……."
This is not the reaction I expected.
Baek Hoe-myeong's leisure was stimulating Wei Yan-ho.
“Yeah, what do you think?”
“What is it?”
“Don’t you have any intention of making up for our lack of strength?”
Wi Yeon-ho stared at Baek Hoe-myeong.
“I don’t think you’re saying this in your right mind.”
“Unfortunately, I’m quite sane. More so than ever.”
“Are you telling me to throw myself into the sword right now?”
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“No.”
Baek Hoe-myeong shook his head.
"It's not right to say you're going to throw yourself into the Ten Thousand Swords. Because you've already mastered the Ten Thousand Swords. Isn't that right?"
“…….”
"If it originally came from one, then returning to one wouldn't be bad. Wouldn't that be more natural?"
“What the hell are you talking about…….”
“Wei Yan Ho.”
Baek Hoe-myeong's soft voice pressed down on Wei Yan-ho. Wei Yan-ho and Baek Hoe-myeong's gazes entwined in the air.
"Accept reality. The martial arts world has already lost its chance to win. All that remains is how miserably it will be defeated. If you step forward to protect the martial arts world in this situation, you will only face the same consequences."
“…….”
“Not just you, everyone will die. Your brothers, your parents, your entire family.”
Baek Hoe-myeong's voice was extremely firm.
"Don't throw your life away for a childish act. You are worth more than that. If you want it, I'll give it to you. Even if you want the position of Sogaju of the Ten Thousand Swords, I'll give it to you. Of course."
Jang-il opened his mouth wide.
'What does that mean?'
Sogaju? Did you just say sogaju?
Isn't the owner of the Mangeombaekga Sogaju Baekhwae-myeong? And you're offering that position?
“That’s nonsense!”
Jang-il shouted. Baek Hoe-myeong's gaze turned to Jang-il.
"Oh, you're a rascal. Your master ran away like crazy, and you're standing in the way here… I guess you can't help but be a fool. So, why do you think it's nonsense?"
“You’re the one who gave the cow!”
“So it’s possible. I just have to step down.”
“How could Wei Yanho be the head of a Baek family? He’s not even from the Baek family!”
“That’s a stupid question.”
Baek Hoe-myeong smiled softly.
“In the Ten Thousand Swords, what matters is not your last name. It’s the Ten Thousand Swords.”
“…….”
Baek Hoe-myeong smiled brightly, his arms spread wide.
“What does that surname matter? If the Ten Thousand Swords become the Ten Thousand Swords, will the heavens and the earth be transformed?”
Baek Hoe-myeong shakes his head.
"That's not important. The ten thousand swords aren't passed down through bloodlines. What's important in the ten thousand swords and the hundred schools is to continue and perfect the ten thousand swords."
Baek Hoe-myeong's gaze turned to Wi Yeon-ho.
“The right person has appeared, and I cannot abandon the cause for a trivial favor.”
Jang-il bit his lip tightly.
'You're the right person.'
I want to deny it, but it's not wrong.
If their goal is to perfect the Ten Thousand Swords, there's no one better suited to the task than Wei Yanhu. Even if there were numerous individuals within Baekgeomseong who were stronger than Wei Yanhu, that wouldn't change anything.
At Wei Yanhu's age, there is no one who has reached the same level as Wei Yanhu, not even Baekgeomseong, and not even throughout the ages.
"If you want it, I'll give you everything. Becoming the ruler of a purified world isn't particularly difficult. No, this is a pointless offer. If you survive, you'll become one someday."
Baek Hoe-myeong glared at Wi Yeon-ho.
"But I can't save your friends and family right now. But if you're willing to devote yourself to the Hundred Schools, I will protect you in my name and in the name of the Hundred Schools of Swords."
Everyone's gaze, including Jang Il, turned to Wi Yeon-ho.
It's a ridiculous suggestion.
It's not even a funny suggestion.
But it was also true that it was a radical proposal.
'Could I not have accepted that?'
The answer to the question is so obvious.
I hate to admit it, but realistically, the odds are already stacked against us. For Kangho to hold off the Baekgeomseong and Demonic Cult's offensive, Wei Yanho's efforts are crucial.
'If you think about it calmly, that doesn't make sense either.'
It's just an expectation.
The expectation that Wei Yanho would do something.
Realistically, the world of Kang-ho has already reached a point where it can no longer stop them. Even if Wi Yeon-ho's actions could somehow defuse the situation…
'Will that really be a good thing for Wi Yeon-ho?'
Even if he fought with Kang-ho on his back and won, what would remain for Wei Yan-ho? All that would remain would be scars. If he surrendered himself to them, he could do whatever he wanted and achieve the same results.
Jang Il looked at Wi Yeon-ho with tense eyes.
If it is the Wei Yanho he knows… … .
Wei Yanhu's hand moves. The tips of his fingers, drawing a gentle arc in the air, dig into his ear.
Reserve.
After wiping his ears a couple of times, Wei Yanhu blew out the earwax stuck to his fingertips with his mouth and scratched his head as if he was annoyed.
“What have you been saying since earlier?”
Baek Hoe-myeong's eyes widened slightly.
“Well, you can say whatever you want, but I’m starting to get bored, so let’s do something.”
self.
Wi Yeon-ho raised his sword and pointed it at Baek Hoe-myeong.
"It's a shame that the position of Sogaju isn't as prestigious as I thought, but if I can get you here, I'll be able to say I've achieved quite a bit. This is more appealing than your offer, isn't it?"
Baek Hoe-myeong's eyes became as cold as ice.
“Hmm.”
Baek Hoe-myeong tilts his head.
"I thought you had some sense, but was I mistaken? There's no reason to choose death."
“You won’t understand if I explain it to you.”
Wi Yeon-ho said in a calm voice.
“It’s not that I’m stupid, it’s that you’re stupid.”
"I?"
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.
"People aren't that simple. If that's what you're saying, then why fight wars? They'd all side with whatever they thought would win, given the circumstances."
“…….”
“You act so smart, but you keep saying stupid things. And….”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head from side to side.
Crack, crack.
A crackling sound came from his neck.
"You seem to be mistaken. Now isn't the time for you to be considerate of my circumstances. I should be the one to consider yours."
"……you?"
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho's voice became a little colder.
“Because I am strong.”
Baek Hoe-myeong was speechless.
You can tell by the way he speaks. This isn't a bluff. Wei Yanhu really thinks so.
"I don't understand why the weaker side would want to be considerate of the stronger side. At any rate, I'll be grateful for that sentiment. Oh, of course, that doesn't mean I'll ever give in to their situation."
“……We’re not making any sense.”
I ended up shaking my head.
'He's an incomprehensible guy.'
Do you really believe you can handle that small group? The Baekgeomseong? No, the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools?
If you really think that, you're crazy.
“What a shame.”
Baek Hoe-myeong took a small step back.
“Hey, I won’t let you run away.”
"escape?"
Baek Hoe-myeong's face was distorted.
"You keep saying yes and no, and it's endless. Run away? Run away? Who? Me? Are you saying that I, and all the swordsmen and hundred schools, are running away because they're afraid of you?"
Baek Hoe-myeong's momentum was gradually increasing.
“You haven’t met an enemy in a while…….”
Paang!
At that moment, a ray of light, like a sword light, passed through Baek Hoe-myeong's face, accompanied by an ear-piercing sound.
“…….”
Gulp.
Red blood flowed down the torn flesh.
“I think I’ve said enough, but let’s just get on with it. I’m bored now.”
Baek Hoe-myeong nodded with a face that was so cold it could no longer be cold.
“Okay, let’s do that.”
Ss …
The bushes behind Baek Hoe-myeong swayed violently, and white swordsmen surged out like a huge wave.
“Because I can’t stand it anymore.”
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes sank coldly as he watched the swordsmen of Baekgeomseong rushing towards him.
Woof woof!
The white sword of Wei Yanhu, which escaped from its scabbard, flashes dazzlingly.
“Let’s meet up sometime.”
Wei Yanho's low voice rang out clearly.
“Was three hundred years really meaningful to you?”