CLS-Chapter 427

Chapter 427:

“That’s not true.”

Anyone who has raised a child would agree with this sentiment.

Parents always want to believe in their children. There’s no parent who isn’t anxious about not being able to trust their own child.

But on the other hand, children have always been untrustworthy beings.

Especially this one!

Other children might be different, but this one alone!

Even if he said beans were used to make soybean paste, I couldn’t believe it! Absolutely not!

“I’m telling you it’s not true. Don’t you trust me?”

You’re asking something obvious, son.

I don’t trust you.

I might trust everyone else in the world, but I can’t trust you.

Don’t feel wronged. This is a conclusion I’ve reached after watching you my entire life.

And…

‘If you’re going to act, at least do it properly.’

Those eyes rolling around, unable to find anywhere to look, and the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

This was unmistakably the behavior of a culprit, no matter who looked at it.

There was no need to stake anyone’s honor on it. At this point, wasn’t he practically advertising with his whole body that he was the culprit?

Wei Jeong-han had no choice but to convey his honest feelings to his son.

“Son.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve heard countless words in my life, but it’s been a really long time since I’ve heard words as hard to keep as what I’m hearing now.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“To trust my child.”

“……”

“I’d rather trust those Demonic Cult bastards than trust you. Do you have any conscience? Any conscience at all?”

“Geez……”

Wei Yan-ho made a face as if he was genuinely hurt, but Wei Jeong-han didn’t even let out a snort. He had been fooled by that expression too many times to fall for it now.

“You didn’t do anything?”

“Yes. As father knows, I’m the type of person who, once locked in a room, doesn’t come out of it.”

“Right, I very much respect that aspect of you.”

“Hehe, that’s right.”

“But am I not your father?”

“Yes?”

“Everyone in the world might think of you as just a lazy bum, but actually, I know that you’re not a lazy bum. Those who call you lazy just don’t know you properly.”

“Father……”

Just as emotion began to dawn on Wei Yan-ho’s face, Wei Jeong-han delivered a verbal iron fist.

“You’re not a lazy bum. You’re a contrarian! At least lazy bums have consistency! You’re the type who burrows into bed and won’t come out when told to do something, but when told to please just stay buried and not do anything, you crawl out and cause trouble! Tell me, did I say anything wrong?”

“Blood relations are scary. I feel completely exposed.”

“Damn brat.”

Wei Jeong-han clicked his tongue and said.

“So now tell me. What did you do last night?”

“I slept, I tell you.”

“You slept? You didn’t go to the Zhuge Family?”

“Come on, father. How could I go to the Zhuge Family? You know how terrifying the Zhuge Family’s formation is. They say if you just walk in there without thinking, you start seeing strange illusions. You can’t take a single step. If you go in there, your life is in danger, so why would I be crazy enough to go there?”

“Right. What a vivid account, as if you saw it right before your eyes.”

“……I just have good descriptive skills.”

Wei Yan-ho’s eyes began to wander again, unable to find a place to settle. Wei Jeong-han watched this scene quietly before opening his mouth.

“Fine, good. I’ll try to believe you. I’m going to believe you, that’s what this is. Still, you’re my son! You’re the son I fathered, so I should believe in you.”

“Actually, mother was the one who gave birth……”

“Shut up, you brat!”

“Father’s getting more hot-tempered as time goes on. They say that’s proof you’re getting old. Originally, people who used to resolve things through conversation turn to authority and yelling as they age……”

“Argh, you damn brat!”

Unable to contain himself, Wei Jeong-han grabbed a vase from the table and threw it, which Wei Yan-ho calmly caught.

“The way you keep throwing vases lately, I’m worried you might have developed some kind of vase disease. Should I call a physician? You should get examined once……”

“You are my ulcer, you are the source of my illness, so why would I need a physician! The cause that needs to be removed is right here.”

“Hehe, if you can’t remove the cause, you should at least get palliative care. That’s what physicians do……”

“If only that mouth of yours wasn’t there, I don’t think I’d need any treatment.”

“Hey, my mouth……”

“Say one more word and you shouldn’t expect that mouth of yours to remain intact.”

Wei Yan-ho’s mouth snapped shut like a clam.

Even that sight was unbearable for Wei Jeong-han.

Watching him with his mouth protruding by about four chi even in response to his father’s scolding while possessing martial arts that could dominate the world, Wei Jeong-han simultaneously thought, ‘He still respects his father’s authority despite having power’ and ‘That little brat is still just a child.’

“Fine, let’s say you’re completely right! Let’s say you didn’t take a single step out of here yesterday! Then what about that girl! You didn’t leave this place last night, so why is some girl standing guard over you there? Give me an explanation that makes sense!”

Wei Jeong-han glared at Wei Yan-ho with bulging eyes. No matter how smooth Wei Yan-ho’s tongue might be, he shouldn’t be able to explain even this.

Receiving Wei Jeong-han’s expectation-filled gaze, Wei Yan-ho raised his hand and made a writing motion.

“Hm?”

“……”

“You want me to bring paper, brush, and ink?”

Nod.

“Why?”

Wei Yan-ho silently pointed to his mouth, then made a sewing motion. At this, Wei Jeong-han’s cheek began to twitch.

“Aaaaaahhh!”

Having finally exploded at the act of pretending he couldn’t speak because he was told to shut his mouth, Wei Jeong-han rushed at Wei Yan-ho and began wildly swinging his fists.

“Die! Diiiiiie! Just die instead, you brat!”

“Aaaah! Why are you doing this! Why! Oh my, neighbors! Father is trying to kill someone!”

Among the neighbors watching this situation—Zhang Il, Tang Cheon-gun, the servants, and Woo Il—no one tried to stop Wei Jeong-han. Rather, many of them looked refreshed.

“You told me not to speak! I’m not speaking because you told me not to!”

“Just shut up and take your beating! Take a beating for once! Aaaah! Let’s have a beating, come on!”

Wei Jeong-han’s blood pressure was skyrocketing because of Wei Yan-ho, who blocked every single punch even while lying in bed.

Heaven must be heartless—why did he give such power to this brat?

When bestowing something, shouldn’t one think about the consequences?

“Calm down!”

“Great Hero, this is troublesome. This is the Tang residence.”

Only after Tang Cheon-gun and Zhang Il stepped in to stop him did Wei Jeong-han finally calm down and step back. Wei Yan-ho stuck his mouth out about four chi and panted heavily.

“Even when I do what you tell me to do, you still complain.”

“That damn mouth of yours!”

“Hmph!”

They say raising children is the most difficult farming in the world, but this brat was truly incomprehensible.

Despite providing such good seed and good soil, how did something like this come out?

“Explain. Who is this girl!”

“……I met her by coincidence.”

“How does someone who claims he didn’t take a single step outside his room meet someone by coincidence! You need to say something that makes sense!”

“I really didn’t leave my room.”

“Hm?”

“But that young lady came to my room. Hehe.”

The world is sometimes an unreasonable place.

Wei Yan-ho was telling only the truth, but no one believed his words.

And upon hearing Wei Yan-ho’s truthful answer, Wei Jeong-han declared with paternal affection and sincerity:

“Get your name removed from the family register and leave, you punk!”

“……”

***

“Grrrr.”

Wei Jeong-han rubbed his face vigorously.

His face was sweating, and his hands were sticky. Heat kept rising up in waves. It was as if menopause had come, just like Wei Yan-ho jokingly said.

‘A martial artist having menopause, what kind of nonsense is that!’

Martial artists maintain bodies healthier than those in their twenties even at eighty. Moreover, how old was Wei Jeong-han to be having menopause?

This wasn’t menopause—it was a rage-induced illness.

After vigorously rubbing his face to barely calm his mind, Wei Jeong-han let out a deep sigh and bowed his head.

“First, I apologize.”

“No, it doesn’t seem like something Wei Family Head needs to apologize for.”

“……”

“Well, even if I were in Wei Family Head’s position, I wouldn’t know what to do about it. With a son acting like that, what could… Ugh.“

Tang Cheon-gun also shook his head as if he was fed up.

Thinking about it, it really wasn’t something to blame Wei Jeong-han for. How was Wei Jeong-han supposed to handle a son who could go toe-to-toe with a Demonic Cult leader?

The boy didn’t listen, and he couldn’t be beaten. And if he tried to impose other disadvantages, the damn brat had plenty of money.

There was nothing he could do.

In the past, he would have blamed Wei Jeong-han’s fault for educating his child so poorly, but now Tang Cheon-gun understood.

‘Someone like that doesn’t come from poor education.’

That was a different kind of troublemaker.

Just as genius can’t be created through education, that level of disaster can’t be created through education either. That’s something you’re born with.

“But there’s something we need to clarify first.”

“Yes.”

“Do you think Wei Yan-ho really turned the Zhuge Family upside down?”

Wei Jeong-han slightly frowned as if pondering.

“Well, that is……”

How should he explain this?

“Setting everything else aside, within a thousand li radius, he’s the only one who could possibly do such a thing.”

“That’s true……”

It was something he had to acknowledge.

‘No, even for the old him, this would have been impossible.’

Facing the Zhuge Family alone might be possible for Tang Cheon-gun as well. He might not be able to kill or defeat everyone, but he could manage to tie them down.

However……

‘He defeated everyone alone. And without inflicting a single wound.’

Subduing an opponent without injury is twice as difficult as killing them.

No matter how embarrassingly weak the martial power of the Zhuge Family was for a prestigious family, to have the ability to subdue them all without injury……

How many people in the current martial world would be capable of such a feat?

‘He’s getting stronger at a truly terrifying pace.’

Wei Yan-ho’s strength transcended common sense.

Those who don’t know Wei Yan-ho well focus on his strength. But those who have faced him directly become shocked by how different his strength is each time they see him again.

When Tang Cheon-gun first saw him, Wei Yan-ho was already strong beyond precedent. Even Zhang Sanfeng probably didn’t possess such ability at that age.

But now?

He had become even stronger than that.

It was worrying that at this rate, he might just up and ascend to immortality one day. Of course, there was no way that brat would become an immortal, so that wouldn’t happen.

“Moreover!”

Wei Jeong-han declared firmly.

“Looking at that reaction, this is a sure ten out of ten!”

“Are you… cursing?”

“I’m certain.”

“Really?”

Tang Cheon-gun quietly stroked his beard. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand.

“Then tell me.”

“Yes.”

“What do you think that brat did such a thing for? No matter how I think about it, I can’t understand. It doesn’t seem like there was anything to gain from it?”

“……”

Something flashed through Wei Jeong-han’s mind.

“Don’t tell me?”

“Mm?”

Wei Jeong-han answered with a disgruntled expression.

“Don’t tell me this happened because I said he could cause trouble?”

“……”

“……”

A cold atmosphere swept through the room.