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Taejonbirok Volume 26, Episode 9
Chapter 139: The Lazy Man, Show (4)
A lot of people are gathered.
But among all these people, there is only one who can confidently say such things in this situation.
Both Jeongmu Maeng and Baekgeomseong knew that fact.
Wei Yanho yawned, shaking his round body.
"No, well, if it looks like it'll take a while, I'll go and get some sleep. I'm a little sleepy, maybe because I didn't get much sleep."
Jang-il's eyes looked a little sad.
'You slept enough.'
I slept so well, I thought I'd never slept so well in my life.
But what makes you sleepy again?
Even though Wi Jeong-han would have already been arrested if it were a normal situation, this time he didn't stop Wi Yeon-ho.
No, the situation was too dire to stop him. Countless eyes were focused on Wei Yanhu. Even the most righteous of men would find it burdensome to criticize him in this situation.
'What are you going to do now!'
Wi Jeong-han felt his stomach turn every time something like this happened.
As a child, Wei Yanho always has two sides to him.
Wei Yan-ho, the proud son who saves the world from crisis and spreads the name of the Guangdong Wei family far and wide, and Wei Yan-ho, the lazy bum who causes all kinds of trouble.
It was the misfortune of the wise man that these two appearances always appeared at the same time.
When I try to praise my proud son, Wi Yeon-ho, the image of a lazy son gets in the way, and when I try to admonish my lazy son, Wi Yeon-ho, the image of a proud son gets in the way.
'It would be great if you could do just one thing.'
Doing two things at the same time turns people upside down. So what can you do?
It seemed that it wasn't just Wi Jeong-han who felt this way. Similar expressions appeared in Shin Gi-su's eyes and in those surrounding Wi Yeon-ho.
And even… … .
“…….”
Cheonryu Geom Baek Gong-ui looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a trembling face.
“……It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“Yes. I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?”
“My bones aren’t that weak.”
“I thought you were weak at your age. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
Cheonryu Sword sighed deeply.
Even then, if you talk to Wei Yanho, it won't be a good look.
“You’ve become so weird in the meantime.”
“It just so happened that way.”
“Can you fight in that state?”
“Would you like to try it out?”
Wi Yeon-ho took a step forward. Cheonryu Geom watched him with unwavering eyes.
On the outside, he didn't seem to be agitated at all, but inside, he was sweating profusely.
'Have you gotten stronger since then?'
This was already expected. Wei Yanhu was a man who grew stronger at an unbelievable rate. After hearing Baek Hoe-myeong's words, he finally acknowledged that his own strength was no longer enough to deal with Wei Yanhu.
But the current situation was not one in which one could simply discuss strength.
Awesome energy.
I felt Wei Yanho's body imbued with an unbelievable energy. It was as if all the energy of the world had been concentrated there.
How could this happen?
It's as if I'm looking at a giant elixir, not a human. Can a human survive with that much energy in their bodies?
'I just can't understand that guy.'
He always commits outrageous acts. The problem is that most of the victims of these acts are Baekgeomseong.
Ultimately, the current situation was brought about by Wei Yanho's fault. Had it not been for Wei Yanho, they would have planted the Baekgeomgi (white sword) in the main headquarters of the Jeongmu Alliance and prepared for a showdown with the Demonic Cult.
All those plans were completely ruined because of one person, Wei Yanhu.
“I have already lost to you.”
Cheonryu Sword said calmly.
"The gap has widened too much to discuss the pride of a warrior. I'm not one to accept defeat easily, but I'm not a fool who clings to things that don't work out."
“Hoo.”
Wi Yeon-ho said, scratching his cheek.
“Don’t you think you’ve come too far for something like that?”
“Because my defeat is not Baekgeom’s defeat.”
Cheonryu Sword straightened his shoulders.
And then Baek Hoe-myeong slowly walked out next to the Cheonryu Sword.
“Huh? The old man is here too.”
“…….”
Baek Hoe-myeong glared at Wi Yeon-ho with murderous eyes.
“Be afraid.”
Wi Yeon-ho flinched at those earnest eyes.
“Well, I understand why they hold a grudge, but doesn’t it seem a bit strange that they came in droves?”
“Appearances are fine, after all.”
Baek Hoe-myeong said as if spitting out something.
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"Even the ugliest thing in the world would do. If it means severing your lifeline, I'll bear any disgrace. Even if history calls me a coward for generations to come, I'll bear it. If it means restoring the reputation of Mangeom to the world."
“I think I’ve already shaken off enough.”
“This is not enough.”
“Well, that’s something I can’t force.”
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.
"So what are you going to do? Since you've come this far, should we fight as a group?"
"……hmm?"
Baek Hoe-myeong's eyes were filled with confusion at Wi Yeon-ho's bold question.
“You talk as if there is another way.”
"There are many ways. In any case, all you have to do is compete."
“…….”
"There's the daily grind, and there's also the moderately amicable approach. There are many ways to do it. If that doesn't work out, we can just flip a coin."
Amazed looks were directed at Wei Yanhu. But Wei Yanhu instead stuck out his stomach.
“Why? Did I say something wrong?”
“Tossing coins is a bit harsh, Inma!”
Jang Il was steadfast.
In a situation where even the highest authority couldn't speak freely, Jang Il-man boldly persecuted Wi Yeon-ho. Of course, Wi Yeon-ho wasn't discouraged by this.
“Wouldn’t it be better to solve it with one shot rather than trying to force it and end up killing someone?”
“……I get confused every time I hear you say something.”
"why?"
“It’s nonsense, it’s really nonsense… because that nonsense sounds plausible.”
“If it sounds plausible, then it’s not nonsense, it’s just plain nonsense.”
“That’s because it’s so obvious!”
It's quiet.
It seemed as if only Jang Il and Wi Yeon-ho's voices were echoing through the world. Cheonryu Geom, watching their conversation, bit his lip slightly.
'The mood is changing.'
Their very presence was different. He was a swordsman who terrified the world, and Baek Hoe-myeong was the head of the Ten Thousand Swords and the head of the Baekgeomseong. However, their names were no longer on par with Wei Yan-ho.
'house owner.'
In times like these, someone needs help.
If he were the lord of Baekgeomseong, he could even rival Wei Yanho. No, if he were a family head they knew, he could instantly consume Wei Yanho's presence.
But now they had no master.
Baek Gong-ui felt the void left by his master at this very moment. He couldn't help but realize how much of an impact a single master could have on everyone's morale.
Even Baek Gong himself is cowering at the thought that he cannot handle Wei Yanho.
Perhaps they could handle it. The Baekgeomseong clan's accumulated considerable wealth. If all the ten thousand sword masters, including him, were to charge at Wei Yanhu, they might be able to decapitate him.
But how easy is that?
And even if it were possible, how many sacrifices would have to be made?
Cheonryu Geom bit his lips tightly.
'I never thought I'd feel this way.'
He was always on the lookout for others. He always had to worry about how others would treat him. He was always in a position of power.
But when he was faced with the situation of having to face someone stronger than himself for the first time, he couldn't help but feel firsthand how much of a burden a single absolute master can be in a war.
Still, we must fight.
Unless they behead Wei Yanhu and restore the pride of the Mangeom clan, they have no future. If they leave Wei Yanhu alone, the Mangeom clan will lose its pride.
“It’s a coin flip….”
Cheonryu Sword quietly opened his mouth.
“Would you agree even if the result meant you had to give up your neck?”
“Well, what could be difficult?”
“…….”
"If the price is clear, I can gamble. But if I win, you surrender to the Jeongmu Alliance. Then, join us in the fight against the Demonic Cult. What do you think?"
Cheonryu Geom looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a look of disbelief.
Are you serious?
The answer comes too quickly.
He tried to lighten the mood by catching the end of a joke he had made, but instead, Wi Yeon-ho's audacity left him speechless.
“Are you saying that you talk about the world so jokingly?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re the one joking.”
“……Are we kidding?”
"yes."
Wi Yeon-ho said calmly.
"Pranks aren't always fun. Even doing something without a clear plan can be considered a form of prank. But this prank was a bit extreme."
“Are you saying our grudge is a joke?”
“That bastard’s grudge.”
Wi Yeon-ho snorted.
"It's fine to discuss grudges, but I wish we hadn't said "we." If someone saw us, they'd think everyone in Baekgeomseong was so consumed by resentment that they couldn't even sleep. Only a few people truly harbor grudges."
“How many?”
"Yes, some. The few who survived back then, their descendants. The others simply threw themselves into the Manggeom Swords to learn the art of the sword. You're forcing resentment."
“Are you insulting us now?”
Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.
"Every word you say is an insult. Turn around and ask. How many people here sympathize with the grudge your grandfather speaks of? They probably grew up hearing countless times about redressing grudges, so they think they should. How many people would risk their lives to avenge those who died three hundred years ago?"
“…….”
"What those people want isn't avenging their grudges. They want to live with dignity by devouring the world."
"this……."
"There's nothing more futile than forcing a grudge. I guarantee you this: if the Sword Emperor heard you just now, he'd say this."
“……Sword Emperor?”
Are you discussing Baekmuhan?
I don't know why the Emperor's name came up in this situation, but I couldn't help but ask.
“What did the Emperor say?”
“This is crazy.”
“…….”
Anger rose on Cheonryu Geom's face.
“You are humiliating me now…….”
"fizzle."
Wei Yanho put his finger to his lips.
"I'm not insulting you, nor am I insulting you. The Sword Emperor I know would have said something like, 'This is ridiculous. If you want Kangho, you should at least be honest and say so. You bastards are making excuses and whining about things that don't even exist. You need to beat those guys up to come to your senses.'"
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.
"Well, it might be a little different, but it'll be pretty similar. And what I'm going to say is similar."
Wi Yeon-ho pulled out a sword from his waistband.
Wei Yanhu's white sword caught the light and glowed pure white.
“Man-geom?”
“…….”
"You are unworthy of speaking the name of Mangeom. I will prove it to you right here, right now."
Wei Yanho's sharp voice shook the earth.
“In the name of the Sword Emperor Baek Muhan.”