CLS-Chapter 491

Chapter 491:

“Well, I did call for them, but…”

Wei Yan-ho waved his hand dismissively.

“They haven’t arrived yet. They’re not my guests.”

“Is that so?”

Tang Cheon-gun looked again at the person who had brought the news.

“Who is this guest that has arrived to interrupt our meeting? Are they someone important?”

“…They said if you see this token, the family head would personally come out to greet them.”

“A token?”

When Tang Cheon-gun nodded, Tang Yong-min stepped forward to receive and bring the token.

“Hmm…”

Tang Cheon-gun’s eyebrows twitched as he took the token.

“Indeed, this makes it impossible not to act.”

Tang Cheon-gun rose from his seat.

“What is it?”

It wasn’t Tang Cheon-gun who answered Wei Yan-ho’s question, but Jang-il.

“It’s a White Sword Token.”

“White Sword Token?”

“It’s a token that proves the identity of someone from White Sword Castle.”

Jang-il’s words made Wei Yan-ho frown.

“So someone from White Sword Castle has come?”

“That’s right.”

“I understand someone from White Sword Castle has come, but is White Sword Castle that impressive? Impressive enough that the head of the Tang Family should personally greet them just because someone arrived? And they’re uninvited guests who came without notice?”

“If it were an ordinary uninvited guest, that would be true. But that token is a White Gold Token.”

“What’s a White Gold Token?”

“White Sword Castle has various types of tokens. The tokens carried by ordinary martial artists and those carried by protectors are all different. Usually, they prove their status by the color of the token. That someone came with that token means a proxy of the White Sword Castle Lord has arrived. It’s not a token just anyone can possess.”

“Eh, so someone at the level of a castle lord or equivalent has come?”

“That’s right.”

“Hehe?”

Wei Yan-ho looked at the token Tang Cheon-gun was holding with curiosity.

“Is it expensive?”

“Hey, you fool!”

Jang-il shouted loudly.

“That’s a token symbolizing the noble status of White Sword Castle! Are you thinking of trading it for candy?”

“Didn’t you say it was made of white gold? If something that size is made of white gold, wouldn’t it be incredibly expensive?”

“It’s not made of white gold, it’s called a White Gold Token, White Gold Token!”

“Then is it gold-plated?”

“…I don’t know exactly? But White Sword Castle has its prestige, so I don’t think they’d use gold plating.”

Jang-il got drawn into the conversation. Both Jang-il and Wei Yan-ho’s gazes turned toward the token Tang Cheon-gun was holding. Then the officials also looked at the token with strange eyes.

“What is this…”

Just as Tang Cheon-gun was about to shout, Wei Yan-ho spoke first.

“Can I bite it once?”

“Uh, what?”

“Gold gets dented when you bite it, right? Does white gold do that too?”

“White gold probably doesn’t.”

“Let’s try it once.”

Wei Yan-ho looked at the token with sparkling eyes. Everyone seemed somewhat curious, but Tang Cheon-gun couldn’t bring himself to hand this token over to Wei Yan-ho.

“Hey, you fool! What kind of crazy talk is that! What if it gets dented?”

“Then it would be white gold…”

“Why would you dent someone else’s property! Didn’t you receive proper family education?”

Wei Jeong-han protested vigorously.

“I taught him this diligently. If he doesn’t listen despite being taught, what am I supposed to do about it!”

“You, the person in question, please be quiet!”

As the two began to bicker, Tang Yong-min grabbed Tang Cheon-gun’s sleeve to stop him.

“Family head, the guest is waiting.”

“Ah, that’s right. I’ve been so scattered lately.”

Tang Yong-min smiled bitterly seeing Tang Cheon-gun like this.

‘Damn.‘

He’s overflowing with leisure.

But he had to acknowledge it. Wei Yan-ho had treated the plague that they couldn’t even touch, and that Wei Yan-ho had been invited by Tang Cheon-gun. In the end, Tang Cheon-gun had resolved the biggest incident that had been troubling the family.

Moreover, Tang Cheon-gun was now showing off his friendship with Wei Yan-ho through this seemingly meaningless bickering. As if asking whether they knew how amazing it was to be able to call this guy, who had beaten down Cheok Su-gwang and drank Hak Jeong-hong bottle and all while remaining fine, ‘this fool’ and ‘that fool.’

The intention behind seating him and Tang Pyeong, who didn’t seem particularly necessary for this meeting, in this place was exactly that.

And Tang Yong-min bowed his head as Tang Cheon-gun desired.

He had lost both justification and practical benefit. For a while now, he wouldn’t be able to challenge Tang Cheon-gun’s authority. At least not while Wei Yan-ho remained in the Tang Family.

And it was obvious that during that time, Tang Cheon-gun would solidify his power. For the next few years, Tang Cheon-gun’s era would open again.

What if he didn’t bow his head?

It would be a purge.

‘In the end, that bastard ruined everything.‘

Tang Yong-min looked at Wei Yan-ho with unfocused eyes. Wei Yan-ho had broken Tang Cheon-gun and given them an opportunity, but he had trampled that opportunity again with his own feet.

Whether intentionally or not, weren’t they dancing in the palm of Wei Yan-ho’s hand? Thinking this way, his teeth naturally ground together.

“You seem to be putting too much force into your eyes?”

When Tang Yong-min glared at Wei Yan-ho, Tang Cheon-gun teased. Then Tang Yong-min immediately bowed his head.

“Let’s go. Since a White Gold Token has come, we should properly receive the guest.”

“Should we go together?”

“…It wouldn’t matter if I went alone, but since we’re at it, let’s go together.”

“How bothersome.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Ugh.“

Wei Yan-ho grumbled but still rose from his seat.

‘Is it okay to bring him along?‘

The desire to go around with Wei Yan-ho was understandable. A hunter who has hunted a brave tiger wants to adorn his body with the tiger’s hide.

He hadn’t hunted Wei Yan-ho, but he would want to show off to others that he had built a friendship with that Wei Yan-ho. However…

‘Greeting guests in that state?‘

Wouldn’t this be the most excellent way to express ‘We do not welcome you’?

Tang Yong-min thought that Tang Cheon-gun might have great ill feelings toward White Sword Castle. Well, when White Sword Castle was suspected of being behind the Huashan Blood Incident, who would have good feelings toward White Sword Castle? But if it wasn’t a clearly established fact yet, it would be right to maintain neutrality for now.

“Isn’t his appearance a bit inappropriate for greeting guests?”

“Hmm…”

Tang Cheon-gun examined Wei Yan-ho’s appearance, which was creepy just to look at, and tilted his head.

“Since he looks strong, wouldn’t it be okay?”

“…Do as you please.”

Tang Yong-min gave up. Now he had neither the power nor the will to stop Tang Cheon-gun.

Tang Yong-min couldn’t help but realize anew.

Tang Cheon-gun hadn’t recovered his previous prestige, but rather was wielding even stronger prestige than before. Probably no one would challenge Tang Cheon-gun’s absolute power for a while.

Feeling the need to reorganize his own position once again, Tang Yong-min followed Tang Cheon-gun outside.

Step.

Step.

“No…”

Jang-il contorted his face.

“Walk more gently!”

“What did I do wrong!”

“Every time you walk, something wafts around, you fool! Ugh… my chest is getting stuffy.”

Jang-il hurriedly ran toward the Medicine Hall Master. The Medicine Hall Master sighed and took out basic detoxification pills from his bosom to hand to Jang-il.

“That’s the third one.”

“I’m sorry.”

Jang-il, who swallowed the detoxification pill in one gulp, contorted his face.

What kind of person is like that?

When he opens his mouth, poison flows from his mouth, and when he walks, poison flows from his body. If he had his way, he’d want to wrap that guy up tightly and take him to the Demonic Cult to throw him right in the middle.

“They say Poison People are scary.”

“That’s not a Poison Person.”

“He’s a Poison Person, isn’t he?”

“If we must call him something, we’d have to call him a Poison Person, but that’s not that kind of Poison Person. We don’t call someone who can’t control their poison a Poison Person. That’s… well, that’s just poison.”

“Should we call him a Human Poison?”

“That’s a good name.”

Jang-il shook his head from side to side.

‘That guy was at least getting by with the one thing of having a decent appearance.‘

Like Wei San-ho, he wasn’t a ruggedly handsome man, but Wei Yan-ho also belonged to the good-looking side. His features were delicate, so he lacked masculine charm, but… with that sickly chicken expression, such a face was actually better. If someone with strong features went around with that expression, wouldn’t it be truly terrible?

Anyway, that one and only advantage was now completely flying away because of that skin color.

If it were just unsightly to look at, he might somehow endure it, but this wasn’t just unsightly to look at.

Everyone was walking more than one jang away from Wei Yan-ho’s vicinity. Even Wei Jeong-han, who was Wei Yan-ho’s father, seemed to be keeping his distance and feeling awkward.

“We need to make an antidote by any means necessary.”

“Pardon?”

“Otherwise, that gentleman will continue like that, won’t he? There will be more people dying from poison intoxication than from the plague.”

“Mmm.“

Jang-il scratched his head vigorously.

‘This is really unbearable.‘

The Tang Family people could just accept this situation, but Wei Jeong-han and Jang-il’s positions were different.

They had to make reports.

They had to report in detail what happened here so that those at headquarters could accept it.

‘How do you do that!‘

Human expressive ability has its limits. While writing sometimes gives readers a feeling that exceeds reality, in most cases it cannot surpass what one sees and feels with their eyes.

But he had to express this terrible situation happening here in writing?

What should he say?

That Wei Yan-ho ate poison and transformed like a demon?

That he spits poison around?

But that guy is fine?

Rather, his internal energy increased?

“Aaahhhhh!“

“What a shock! You fool, have you gone crazy?”

“I’m about to go crazy, about to go crazy.”

Jang-il muttered sadly.

“Damn, if I had known this would happen, I should have learned writing instead of martial arts. This is something that would require being Sima Qian to express. What am I supposed to do? Damn.”

“What are you saying?”

“This is all because of you! You… no, wait. Don’t come closer. Hey! Why are you sneaking over like that? I can hear you fine from far away, so speak from there, from there.”

Without any threats, Wei Yan-ho was pushing everyone around him back just by walking.

“Hmm?“

A mischievous look appeared on Wei Yan-ho’s face.

“This feeling is somehow…”

When Wei Yan-ho took one step forward, everyone moved back in a rush.

How should he put it…

Was this how Zhang Fei felt when he stood on Changban Bridge?

Somehow his chest was swelling with pride.

“Hehe.“

“Hey, you bastard! Can’t you stop fooling around?”

“Father?”

“Don’t, don’t come!”

Even Wei Jeong-han, who would normally have tried to smack the back of his head, backed away in horror. Realizing that he had gained absolute power, Wei Yan-ho stuck his belly out forward.

“So everyone behave well from now on. If you act in ways I don’t like, I’ll go in front and yawn.”

“Grrr.“

What on earth should this be called?

Avoiding because it’s dirty?

That’s not it… avoiding because it’s scary seems right, but that ‘scary’ isn’t the usual scary either…

If he had to put it in words, there was no way to express it other than ‘avoiding because it’s Wei Yan-ho.’

“The guest is waiting!”

“They’re not even my guest.”

Wei Yan-ho whistled as he headed toward the main gate.

It seemed about time to absorb the poison moderately, but seeing the reactions around him, it didn’t seem bad to stay like this a little longer.

‘Should I surprise them?‘

Wei Yan-ho, who had been having mischievous thoughts, opened his eyes wide when he confirmed the person standing in front of the main gate.

“Huh? That person is?”