CLS-Chapter 444

Chapter 444:

When they came outside, Jang-il and Zhuge Moon-in were waiting.

“You’ve made your decision. You thought I would naturally go, didn’t you?”

“Ah, it’s not like that.”

“What do you mean it’s not like that. I have been too obedient lately. Actually, I’m a bit surprised at myself. A person shouldn’t lose their original intention, so from next time I’ll do my best to be lazy.”

“Stop it. Just hearing it gives me goosebumps.”

Wei Jeong-han shuddered as if he was truly disgusted.

Even now it was hard enough to handle, but if he returned to his old ways, he would really collapse from frustration.

‘That bastard has no such intention.’

He knew why Wei Yan-ho had become so diligent. Though others might scoff at calling it diligence, Wei Yan-ho was making an effort in his own way.

The fact that his older brother was captured by the Demonic Cult was making Wei Yan-ho diligent.

“It will be helpful to you.”

“To me?”

“Yes. Honestly, I’m worried about sending you. As the leader of the Righteous Martial Alliance, I’m worried, but… as a father, I think it’s necessary.”

“Isn’t that backwards?”

“You’ll understand when you meet the former king. Cheok Su-gwang is that kind of person.”

“Hmm.”

Normally, hearing such words would spark interest, but Wei Yan-ho looked completely uninterested.

‘I shouldn’t get my hopes up.’

Wei Jeong-han knew well that anyone who had expectations of Wei Yan-ho would only taste great disappointment.

“So where is that gentleman?”

“I don’t know.”

“……”

“……”

Wei Yan-ho twisted his face and opened his mouth.

“What!”

“W-wait, before you get angry, listen to me first. If you go through the main gate, the Zhuge Family agreed to guide you.”

“Tsk.”

Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue as if disappointed he couldn’t unleash a tirade.

‘Feeling sorry he can’t curse his own father.’

‘Indeed, he’s our lord. A ruler shouldn’t be tied down by private blood relations.’

That was the evaluation of Jang-il and Zhuge Moon-in.

“Anyway, since you’re telling me to go, I’ll go, but once this matter is finished, I’m really going to hole up and not come out. I’ve been suffering so much lately that I’m losing weight.”

“Right. You’ve lost weight for a pig. Hey, you bastard! Your cheeks are all puffy! What the hell have you been eating?”

Wei Yan-ho flinched.

He had just blurted out whatever came to mind, but honestly, claiming he had lost weight was pushing it. A martial artist who had reached a certain level would naturally find their optimal body.

But right now, Wei Yan-ho’s body had exceeded that moderate level. The word ‘chubby’ would be fitting.

“A martial artist’s son with a jiggling belly!”

“J-jiggling, you say! It’s just sticking out a little. At this level, isn’t it cute!”

“Stop eating so much, just stop! A guy who lies in bed rolling around all day eating like that—how could you not gain weight? Good grief, a supreme master with a potbelly. I’ve never seen or heard of such a thing in my life. Anyone who sees you would think you’ve learned some Confucian technique, you bastard!”

“……”

Even Wei Yan-ho had nothing to say to this. If Baek Mu-han saw Wei Yan-ho’s current body, he would have grabbed a knife and rampaged, saying he’d cut off that belly fat and grill it.

Well, if Baek Mu-han were alive, he never would have dreamed of having such a body.

“Let’s go.”

“Look at him… having nothing to say and walking ahead, that bastard.”

Wei Jeong-han clicked his tongue.

How did he end up giving birth to such a guy as his son?

“Still, you managed to bring him out.”

At Jang-il’s words, Wei Jeong-han gave a bitter smile.

“I didn’t bring him out. He came out on his own. If that bastard decided not to go, who could drag him out?”

“That’s true.”

Jang-il nodded. Wasn’t Jang-il himself the person who had suffered the most from Wei Yan-ho’s stubborn bull-headedness?

“But are you really planning to let him meet the Heavenly Alliance Leader?”

“I have to.”

“…Isn’t the result too obvious?”

“Right?”

Jang-il let out a deep sigh.

“He’s someone that even the Righteous Martial Alliance Leader can’t meet carelessly for fear of causing trouble with just one meeting, and if Wei Yan-ho—not even a Grandmaster—meets that person…”

“I’m anxious too. But there’s no other way. We must obtain the Heavenly Alliance Leader’s cooperation.”

“He is someone with variables. Strangely, things work out well for him too. But I can’t help feeling anxious. Luck is called luck because it doesn’t keep happening. If Wei Yan-ho’s luck ends here…”

Jang-il shook his head as if he didn’t want to imagine it.

“If relations with the Heavenly Alliance become strained, it’ll be complete chaos.”

“There’s nothing more to strain.”

Wei Jeong-han had a ‘whatever happens, happens’ attitude. With such serious matters occurring, if they couldn’t even discuss a joint response because of their relationships and pride, there was nothing left to worsen. No matter what problems arose, things couldn’t get worse than this.

“There’s only one thing I’m anxious about…”

“What?”

“If problems arise, will that bastard be able to escape safely?”

“You worry about strange things. If he went to the underworld, he’d pluck the King of Hell’s beard and run away.”

“Mm, that’s probably right.”

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t imagine Wei Yan-ho being in danger. He was a guy who came out fine even from that palace, which was like a death trap. How could such a guy be in danger wherever he went?

Except for the Demonic Cult, there was probably nowhere left that could threaten Wei Yan-ho.

‘It doesn’t make sense, but it does make sense.’

Even a Grandmaster wouldn’t be able to enter the Heavenly Alliance alone and come out safely. The Heavenly Alliance wasn’t such an easy place. Even though the Heavenly Alliance wasn’t like the Righteous Martial Alliance where all power was concentrated in one place, the Heavenly Alliance was still the Heavenly Alliance. The place where the Alliance Leader resided couldn’t be easy.

But if it were Wei Yan-ho, it seemed possible.

‘He doesn’t seem particularly stronger than the Alliance Leader, but strangely I have that kind of faith in him.’

Maybe it was because he had seen too much of that guy’s luck…

“Let’s go quickly.”

“Got it, you bastard. Let’s go!”

Wei Jeong-han followed Wei Yan-ho with irritation.

“But why is that old man going with us?”

“Who? You mean the Zhuge Family Head?”

“Yes.”

“If that person doesn’t go with us, who will guide you to the Heavenly Alliance? Even if you could go alone, you’d obviously be turned away at the gate.”

“That’s true.”

Wei Yan-ho yawned loudly.

After asking the question himself, look at him listening to the answer…

“Ah, and this time…”

That’s when it happened.

Wei Yan-ho and Wei Jeong-han’s heads simultaneously turned to the side.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go!”

Wei Jeong-han immediately launched his body without delay. Then Wei Yan-ho also flew after Wei Jeong-han without a single complaint. Jang-il and Zhuge Moon-in, who didn’t understand what was happening, also followed behind Wei Yan-ho.

‘What’s going on?’

Jang-il deployed his lightness skill at full power. He wanted to ask what was happening, but keeping up with Wei Yan-ho’s speed was already overwhelming. Zhuge Moon-in had already fallen behind.

‘Even his lightness skill is no good?’

Jang-il bit his lips tightly.

When it comes to lightness skills, it’s the Beggar’s Sect, and when it comes to the Beggar’s Sect, it’s lightness skills.

To make a name in the Beggar’s Way, traveling a thousand li in one night was basic lightness skill. Jang-il believed that he wouldn’t lose to anyone in the world in lightness skills, not just his peers, but Wei Yan-ho’s speed was overwhelming even for such a Jang-il.

But the reason Jang-il was truly shocked wasn’t because of that speed. The fact that something had happened that made that lazy bastard run at such speed without a single complaint made Jang-il tense.

And when Wei Yan-ho’s feet finally stopped, Jang-il’s eyes widened.

‘Blood?’

This was the Tang Family.

A place where outsiders absolutely could not invade. Even if invasion were possible, it would be impossible to enter this deep into the inner courtyard without being detected.

Then what were that blood and those collapsed people?

“What the hell is this…”

Jang-il’s eyes trembled as he stopped beside Wei Yan-ho.

“Grrrrrrrr.”

Corpses.

No, they seemed to still be breathing.

Several men were standing beside those collapsed on the ground. But their condition was very strange. From their green clothes, they were clearly members of the Tang Family, but what was that appearance?

Both eyes were stained dark red as if all the blood vessels had burst, and saliva was dripping from their severely contorted mouths.

“…Qi deviation?”

A groan flowed from Jang-il’s mouth.

“It wasn’t the end.”

Jang-il’s spine grew cold.

He thought the strange deaths at the Tang Family were already over, and now only investigating the cause remained. But it wasn’t the end. Only now could Jang-il solve one mystery.

Why did several people collapse together at similar times?

How could such a coincidence happen?

That wasn’t it.

Those who collapsed then were merely the first to collapse. The people before his eyes now were the next ones to have seizures.

Then what?

The thought that there might be more people who would have seizures in the future made Jang-il shudder.

Suddenly having seizures without any signs or symptoms and attacking those around them. How could they deal with such people?

“They’ve lost it.”

Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue.

“…It doesn’t seem like we can communicate with them. We’ll have to subdue them first.”

“If we control our strength carelessly, we might get hurt. It doesn’t seem like they’ll go down with ordinary impact.”

“Because they’re mad.”

Wei Jeong-han drew his sword. His face sank coldly. The Tang Family would probably come to subdue them soon, but there was no time to wait. If they had arrived even a little later, all those collapsed on the ground would have become ghosts.

“Subdue them for now.”

“I’m telling you it’s not easy.”

“I know it’s not easy, so subdue them.”

“Agh, really!”

Wei Yan-ho stepped forward grumbling.

“Capturing a madman without injury is several times harder than capturing a sane person, you know.”

The complaints were endless, but Wei Jeong-han showed no sign of listening. Wei Yan-ho reached for his waist and clicked his tongue.

‘Ah, I don’t have my sword.’

Wei Yan-ho turned his head left and right and looked at Zhuge Moon-in, who had finally arrived and was catching his breath.

“Hey, lend me your sword.”

“Do you mean this?”

Zhuge Moon-in unhesitatingly drew the sword hanging from his waist and offered it to Wei Yan-ho.

“Entrusting each other with our beloved swords proves our mutual trust. Now that my lord finally understands my feelings, I’m moved…”

“Agh! Really!”

Wei Yan-ho turned around and kicked Zhuge Moon-in.

Zhuge Moon-in screamed and flew up onto the roof.

“So damn noisy.”

“Well done.”

“That’s refreshing.”

It was the first time he’d been praised for beating someone up. Wei Yan-ho, feeling unexpectedly good, turned around holding the sword.

“Now, let’s see what level they’re at? I don’t know if they’ll understand, but you’d better prepare yourselves. I really don’t like that smell. I’m getting pretty pissed off right now.”

It was clearly felt.

Thick and…

The utterly detestable energy of demonic cultivation.

Wei Yan-ho, remembering his fight with the Mad Soul Demon Emperor, gripped his sword and charged forward.

Now was the time to rampage.