Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 657

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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 7

Chapter 144: The Sluggard, Trembling (2)

The grass was dead in Wei Yanhu.

'I couldn't even rest properly.'

It's a shame.

All humans need proper rest. If we don't rest as much as we work, we won't recharge. A body that's overworked and unable to recharge will not be able to perform its duties properly.

Everything is like that.

Rest is important when studying, when practicing, and even when working.

one.

Unfortunately, people don't even know such obvious things. Or rather, they do know and ignore them.

'That's why your skills don't improve.'

Oh, it's a dictatorship.

I can't help but feel sad when I see people shouting that effort is the most important thing in whatever they do, and that they can only succeed if they sleep only two hours a day and dedicate themselves to their efforts.

What I want to say is, "So why didn't you do that? If you had, you would have succeeded." But the moment I say those words, people interpret them as a call to make a life-or-death decision, so I can't say it.

What a sad situation this is.

Our world is overflowing with people who, while not making the effort themselves, force it on their children and others as if it were a given. Progress in such a world would be harder than a worm becoming a dragon.

What are you talking about?

“I want to rest.”

As soon as I opened my mouth, I was met with criticism.

“How can a guy riding a carriage say that, Inma!”

“You can’t even speak? My mouth is open, so why can’t I speak?”

“Anyway, the mouth is alive!”

Jang-il looked at the carriage and pointed at it.

“If it weren’t for you, I would have already arrived in Shaanxi.”

“Then leave it.”

“Ugh!”

Jang-il was trembling.

There's so much I want to say, but I can't. And to be blunt, it's not true that the path forward is stalled because of Wi Yeon-ho.

The carriage Wei Yanhu currently rides is a specially manufactured one by the Jeongmu Alliance. Pulled by carefully selected divine horses, its speed is no slower than that of ordinary warriors.

I just hate the sight of it.

"You possess the ability to shock the world, yet you refuse to walk and lie down on the carriage roof. How can you do that? Aren't you ashamed to look at others?"

“You beggar.”

"why!"

"You're a beggar, so why do you care so much about what others think? Then you might as well not be a beggar. That's embarrassing, but aren't you ashamed of being a beggar? Isn't that the opposite?"

“…….”

Sometimes, Wei Yanhu leaves people speechless.

There is nothing wrong with that, so I can't help but turn my head slightly.

“Anyway, it’s a nuisance.”

Wi Yeon-ho turned around and lay down looking at the sky.

'I wish I could just sleep.'

Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep.

For Wei Yan-ho, who could fall asleep by closing his eyes in a shaking carriage or on the eaves of a house covered in morning dew, the fact that he could not sleep was a truly extraordinary event.

There's nothing particularly wrong with it.

Of course, it would be strange if he were to sleep soundly while moving to Shaanxi to deal with the Demonic Cult, but at least for Wei Yanhu, the situation was not serious enough to cause insomnia.

Rather, isn't it Wei Yanho's theory that the more work you have to do in the future, the more rest you should get?

But strangely enough, I can't sleep.

'what?'

A strange sense of unease was tormenting Wi Yeon-ho.

A tingling sensation in the tips of your toes.

The more I try not to care, the more vivid that little feeling becomes, and it only makes me miserable.

'What's so unsettling?'

Wi Yeon-ho narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

'Are you afraid you might die?'

Of course, that's true.

Old men with stern eyes often say, "I'm not afraid of death!" But Wi Yeon-ho wasn't one of them. Death is always scary.

Who would like to die?

Fame and all that are nothing compared to life. You have to live first to get what comes next.

So of course it's scary.

However, the anxiety he felt now wasn't one born from the fear of death. If it had been a tangible anxiety, it would have been better. Instead, a vague, uneasy feeling plagued Wi Yeon-ho.

Wi Yeon-ho raised his head slightly. The direction the carriage was heading.

So, towards Shaanxi.

'That's strange.'

It feels like my body is constantly trying to move away from me. It's like my body knows something and is trying to avoid going back.

“Tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.

It's a reaction I've never experienced before. I'd like to be honest about my body's reactions, but I've already reached a point of no return. There's no escape.

however…….

“Hey, you beggar.”

"why?"

“Why are those gentlemen in front of me acting like that?”

Wi Yeon-ho's gaze was fixed on one spot. There was a small commotion in the lead group.

“At that time, those demonic cult bastards came into the Central Plains.”

“Huh? Was that so?”

“……Those demonic bishops escaped and went to the Central Plains first.”

“Ah. That was… that thing? Huh?”

“……That’s right.”

“Yeah. Well, anyway. So?”

Jang-il sighed and opened his mouth.

"I thought they'd naturally attack from behind when we confronted Baekgeomseong, but it seems they've been doing something else. It's chaos now."

"why?"

"The Shaolin and Mosan factions were all robbed. It seems these guys were burglarizing empty houses while we were at war."

“Huh? Then what about the people who were there?”

“What are you going to say?”

Jang Il's face became gloomy.

Even the world-renowned Wei Yanhu couldn't speak carelessly in this situation. Even though most of the forces were here, those remaining within the sect were a force to be reckoned with.

But if all of those people had suffered, it would be nothing short of a terrible disaster.

“Did you get hit with everything?”

“They say that those who did not learn martial arts survived.”

“The Demonic Cult?”

“So it’s unbelievable.”

Wi Yeon-ho narrowed his eyes.

The Demonic Cult he knew wasn't a place where those without martial arts training were spared. The Demonic Cult slaughtered every single one of its members, regardless of their martial arts training.

Their clutches do not even spare the common people.

Aren't those who kill innocent people simply because they have different doctrines the devil's cult?

So, the imperial palace could not just sit by and watch them and sent the imperial army.

"But what does that mean? There shouldn't be any problem with the power, right?"

“They said they took something.”

“Take it?”

"Well, I don't know what it is… but it seems like some of the places that were raided have nothing to do with martial arts. They seem to be collecting something, but I don't know what it is."

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.

'You're collecting them?'

It was something I couldn't understand.

Of course, they also have their own desires, so it's not strange for them to collect something. But isn't the timing odd? No matter what they collect, it's meaningless if they can't win the war against the Central Plains. And if they win the war against the Central Plains, there's no need to collect what they can naturally obtain now.

And the bishops themselves came forward and said this.

“What are you decorating?”

"It seems like even the higher-ups don't get it. It's clear they're up to something."

"hmm……."

Wi Yeon-ho scratched the ball.

It's a tragic story, but the important thing isn't mourning. We need to know what they're up to in order to deal with it.

And then, a familiar face approached Wi Yeon-ho.

"huh?"

“Yeonho.”

The new detective jumped onto the carriage.

“……What’s going on?”

"It seems the situation in Shaanxi is not normal. I think we should go first, even if it's just a few people."

"hmm."

Normally, Wei Yanho would have been upset and asked why he had to be included in that minority, but this time, even the world-class Wei Yanho couldn't complain.

Now, the fate of Kangho and the world really hangs on the line.

“Can I go right now?”

“I’m going too.”

"Shouldn't you be guarding here? Without you, Commander, it'll be difficult to command."

"Song Hyun Dojang has agreed to take charge. He's someone I can trust."

“Well, if that’s what my military grandfather says, then I guess so.”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded.

“But what’s the situation up front?”

“It seems difficult to handle.”

“Then I guess I should go quickly.”

Wi Yeon-ho suddenly stood up from his seat.

“Let’s go.”

Wei Yanhu's gaze turned to Shaanxi. If he were to deploy his lightness and run, it wouldn't take long.

but…….

'I don't feel like it at all.'

I still haven't grasped the true nature of this anxiety that fills my heart.

Wi Yeon-ho pushed away the anxiety that was rising in him and jumped out of the carriage.

* * *

“Those damn bastards!”

Cheongyeong Jinin gritted his teeth and looked ahead.

The devil's cult.

The demonic cult is rushing towards the volcano.

It was a volcano, a natural fortress. With its steep terrain, they were confident they could hold off an army of not just a hundred thousand, but a million.

This is not Cheongyeong's arbitrary judgment.

Other sects in Shaanxi and Sichuan also believed that Hwasan was a natural fortress capable of blocking the Demonic Cult. That's why they all abandoned their own sects and rushed here.

Cheongyeong was confident.

It's not because he's a volcano.

If the Hwasan faction were alone, they wouldn't be able to stop them even with the fortress of Hwasan, but with all the sects of Shaanxi and Hwasan joining forces, I believed that no matter how much of a demonic sect they were, they wouldn't be able to get past this place.

But that was just his wish.

“The East Gate is open!”

“Support!”

“The Master is holding it back, but there are limits! It will soon collapse!”

“Fuck!”

A curse that should not have come out of a Taoist's mouth flowed out.

'Are you saying it can't be stopped?'

The Demonic Cult's attack was relentless.

Even the rugged terrain of the volcano, which would send them crashing down a thousand-foot cliff with just one misstep, could not stop them.

Where humans would hesitate, they climbed as if it were flat ground, as if fear itself did not exist.

When Gwangmu-ryang invaded, Hwasan had already experienced the Demonic Cult. So, he thought he could handle it. But at this moment, Cheongyeong had to feel the true power of the Demonic Cult!

“The West Gate is collapsing too! The Dark King is blocking it, but it won’t last long!”

Cheongyeong's eyes shook.

'How could something like this happen?'

All the power of Shaanxi and Sichuan is gathered here.

Cheongseong and Ami, Sacheondangga and Jongnam.

Considering the other smaller sects, it's no exaggeration to say that a third of the martial arts world's power is concentrated here. But does that mean even a defense is impossible with that much power?

'Damn demonic bastards!'

The initial defensive line wasn't inside the volcano. They blocked each and every path leading up to it, but their defenses failed, and they were pushed back, until they reached this point.

And now, all I could trust was a fragile wall that seemed ready to burst at the touch.

And even that has now reached its limit.

“Hey, I’m getting pushed!”

“Get out of here!”

The main gate bursts open without warning.

'It's all over.'

That was the moment.

A white flash of light entered Cheongyeong's eyes.