CLS-Chapter 506

Chapter 506:

“Wei San-ho…”

An indescribable emotion floated across Sagan’s face.

“No, Wei San-ho. Wei San-ho…”

It was shocking. But on the other hand, it was also something that made sense.

Because it wasn’t there.

Based on what he had heard from Guwangqushen so far, Wei San-ho was an extremely important figure to Wei Yan-ho. And Wei San-ho himself was also a strong fighter who couldn’t be ignored.

But no history of Wei San-ho had been passed down.

When you think about what kind of role Guwangqushen and Master Musan, who didn’t measure up to Wei San-ho, played in that war, wasn’t it strange that Wei San-ho had been so thoroughly forgotten?

‘I thought there would be something, but to think it was the Demonic Cult!’

It was such a shocking thing that for a moment he couldn’t think of what to say.

“Then… what about the Guangdong Wei Family?”

“They were safe for the time being. Thanks to Family Head Zhuge dealing with it promptly, the fact that the demon cultist was Wei San-ho didn’t spread. The leadership understood the situation, but they couldn’t pressure the Guangdong Wei Family in that situation. They also thought this matter should be hidden.”

“But they couldn’t just overlook the fact that a demon cultist came from within the family.”

“That’s right.”

Guwangqushen also nodded. Considering what the Demonic Cult meant in the martial world, it wasn’t an ordinary matter.

“Was the Guangdong Wei Family’s influence that great? No matter how much the Radiant Martial Sovereign was there, the Radiant Martial Sovereign of that time couldn’t have had the same status as now.”

“There were situational reasons too. Everyone knew that sooner or later, a great war with the Demonic Cult was approaching. But having a traitor emerge before the war even started would dampen everyone’s morale. Moreover…”

Guwangqushen downed his drink as if his throat was burning.

Whether his throat was burning, or his heart was burning.

“Wei San-ho’s position wasn’t so light. He was a person who had been called the Greatest Successor Under Heaven for several years. There might be many stronger than him in the world, but few were as symbolic as him.”

“…Is that so?”

“Compare him to a Shaolin Elder. If a Shaolin Elder converted to the Demonic Cult, it would be shocking.”

“It would be tremendously shocking.”

“Would that shock be any less than the Greatest Successor Under Heaven converting to the Demonic Cult?”

Sagan shut his mouth.

In his thinking, it wasn’t easy to determine which would have greater impact. Because he hadn’t experienced that situation. But at least he could get a sense of how much impact Wei San-ho’s conversion to the Demonic Cult would bring.

“So they hid it?”

“They probably didn’t intend to hide it forever. For now, if this news spread, it would be difficult to handle. They probably also thought to keep their mouths shut until a countermeasure emerged. And well…”

Guwangqushen shrugged his shoulders.

“I was just a young beggar then, so I couldn’t know what those elders were thinking when they kept their mouths shut. It’s my opinion, but probably Wei Yan-ho’s damn personality also played a part. To hold someone accountable, they’d have to make it public, but making it public meant making an enemy of Wei Yan-ho. Would they want to do that?”

“They wouldn’t.”

That was something that shouldn’t be done. Hadn’t he already heard enough about how cruel Wei Yan-ho was to those he considered enemies?

“Anyway, that’s how it was. Thanks to that, the truth didn’t spread. And before that problem could be made public, something else happened first.”

“Something else, you mean?”

“Isn’t it obvious? This is where it begins.”

Sagan nodded heavily.

“So now I’m finally hearing about that time.”

“You know well how the war flowed. So let’s skip that story. You didn’t come to hear history from me, but to hear Wei Yan-ho’s story, didn’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“Right. Let me see, that bastard was, well…”

Guwangqushen scratched his head vigorously.

“Actually, around that time we had high expectations for Wei Yan-ho. We believed he would stand at the front of the war and lead everyone.”

“Didn’t he actually do that?”

“No.”

Guwangqushen said decisively.

“That was just the result. Wei Yan-ho had no interest in war whatsoever. What mattered was that Wei San-ho was in the Demonic Cult. Until then, it seemed he was trying to endure because people were stopping him, but from that point on, he completely lost his mind.”

“…”

“That was, ugh…”

Guwangqushen’s body shook all over.

“It was something I really don’t want to think about. Really.”

***

“Where are you going?”

Tang Cheon-gun looked at Wei Yan-ho with eyes full of bewilderment.

‘No, why is this crazy bastard doing crazy things again!’

It’s natural for a crazy person to do crazy things. In that sense, Wei Yan-ho was now fulfilling his role as an excellent crazy person.

But why now!

Tang Cheon-gun pressed his forehead.

A headache tormented him.

Just looking at that… how should I put it, slightly deflated face made his head throb.

‘I’m the one who’s crazy. I’m crazy.’

Bringing Wei Yan-ho was the worst mistake of his life. It was good until he was able to regain actual control of the Tang Family thanks to Wei Yan-ho running wild here and there.

It should have ended there.

Tang Cheon-gun’s mistake was overlooking the fact that Wei Yan-ho wouldn’t stop even after things were accomplished to his satisfaction.

Thanks to that, half the pavilions of the Tang Family had been blown away, and innocent children were injured and currently receiving treatment. If Wei Yan-ho stayed at the Tang Family any longer, who knows what else might happen.

In that case, he should definitely welcome this with open arms…

“The Demonic Cult? The De-monic Cult?”

No, crazy bastard, you should know when to stop.

The Demonic Cult, of all things.

If you want to die, it’s easier to bite a blade and fall over. Why go all the way to that distant Xinjiang with such effort?

“Why? Are you going to the Demonic Cult to convert together?”

“Should I? That doesn’t sound bad.”

Finally, Tang Cheon-gun exploded. Jumping up and flipping over the table, Tang Cheon-gun shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Hey, you little bastard! You should say something that makes sense!”

“You’re the one who said something that didn’t make sense first, old man!”

“That’s because you’re saying things that don’t make sense! What? The Demonic Cult? Is the Demonic Cult some neighborhood playground? You think you can just go visit when you’re bored?”

Zhuge Yeom was also on Tang Cheon-gun’s side this time.

“That’s right, Young Hero Wei. The Demonic Cult is too dangerous. I understand your feelings well enough, but I think it would be right to restrain yourself this time.”

“But.”

Wei Yan-ho asked calmly.

“Is there a law in the martial world saying you can’t go to the Demonic Cult?”

“…No, that…”

Tang Cheon-gun began beating his chest.

It felt like he had eaten about a hundred boiled eggs without stopping. Could there be such suffocating stuffiness?

“The martial world isn’t some government office, so where would there be laws! But since the government has designated the Demonic Cult as a heretical cult, it’s naturally prohibited!”

“But that’s about not joining them. If I’m just going to look around and come back, you can’t stop that!”

“That’s not right.”

Zhuge Yeom smiled triumphantly.

“The country also prohibits contact with the Demonic Cult. If common people contacted the Demonic Cult without permission, they would be punish—”

Zhuge Yeom stopped mid-sentence and closed his mouth.

Wei Yan-ho was taking something out and waving it gently.

“Common people?”

“…”

Discovering the gleaming golden sword in Wei Yan-ho’s hand, Zhuge Yeom lost his words.

“Oh my, this is really… they say that’s what power is like. I try not to show off, but I keep using it. Keu, this is why everyone tells you to succeed in life.”

Shiver shiver.

When Wei Yan-ho giggled and waved the golden sword, everyone trembled as if they had caught malaria.

I don’t know why it’s so irritating. Those who were glaring at Wei Yan-ho through gritted teeth flinched when Wei Yan-ho casually swung the golden sword.

“Kya, so this is the taste of power. Unfortunately, I’m not a common person. So my position is… hmm, what?”

“Inspector.”

When Jang-il corrected him, Wei Yan-ho nodded.

“Yes. I’m Inspector of the Censorate.”

“It’s not the Censorate, it’s the Inspection Office!”

“Same difference.”

“Keuu-ung.”

Zhuge Yeom became the face of a loyal subject who had lost his country.

Inspector, of all things.

Of course, he too was someone who tried to gather power around Wei Yan-ho, but still, martial world forces and government officials pursue different things, don’t they?

For someone like that to be Inspector.

Where exactly is this country heading?

“So, you’re saying you’ll definitely go to the Demonic Cult?”

“Yes.”

Wei Yan-ho answered immediately without even thinking about it.

“You’re going to rescue your brother?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think that’s possible? That’s a path to death.”

“Eh. The probability is probably high, right?”

“Of course!”

He looked ready to breathe fire from his mouth.

Not only Zhuge Yeom but everyone around tried to stop Wei Yan-ho from this crazy act. It was something that anyone with a head and the ability to think should never do.

But Wei Yan-ho proudly declared as if his head was decoration and he had long abandoned thinking.

“I’m still going.”

“…”

“Why, why on earth do you want to do such a foolish thing?”

“Geez, you don’t know the world.”

“What?”

Wei Yan-ho answered with a pfft laugh.

“If everyone in the world only acted sensibly and logically, why would there be wars, why would there be fights? People can’t do what’s obvious. I’m human too.”

“…”

Zhuge Yeom felt dizzy.

What kind of logic was this?

“Wei, Family Head Wei! Please try to stop him.”

Zhuge Yeom desperately sought out Wei Jeong-han.

He knew too. Wei Yan-ho wasn’t someone who could be stopped with logic, nor someone who could be suppressed with force. If that person decided to cause a ruckus, no one here could stop Wei Yan-ho.

The person with the best chance of stopping Wei Yan-ho was Wei Jeong-han.

“Yan-ho.”

Wei Jeong-han, urged by those around him, looked quietly at Wei Yan-ho and spoke.

“Is that your choice?”

“Yes.”

Wei Yan-ho answered as if there was nothing to think about.

“Even after hearing everything, you would still do that?”

“Yes.”

His answer was calm. And his expression showed no wavering.

“Haven’t you thought that your brother might not want that?”

“You’re saying something obvious. You’re the one who used to flip over the bed and drag me out even when I said I didn’t want to get out of bed.”

“Ahem.”

Wei Yan-ho shrugged his shoulders.

“Whether he wants it or not doesn’t matter. If someone has taken the wrong path, you have to forcibly pull them out. That’s what family is.”

“…Right, that’s what family is.”

Wei Jeong-han nodded.

“Even if you might die doing that?”

“I won’t die.”

Wei Yan-ho said firmly.

“I’ll survive stubbornly, bring my brother back, and live to be a hundred. So I’m going. Don’t try to stop me.”

“Stop you? What’s there to stop? Go.”

“Huh?”

When Wei Jeong-han gave an unexpected answer, Wei Yan-ho’s eyes widened. He had definitely expected him to throw a fit and try to stop him.

“However, there’s one condition.”

“What is it?”

Wei Jeong-han said in a firm voice.

“Take me with you!”

“…”

“You’re right! We have to bring him back even if we have to beat him up! I don’t know what I was worrying about! My son is in the Demonic Cult doing that, and this isn’t the time to lie around here worrying! Let’s go! Let’s go right now!”

“Let’s calm down first…”

When Wei Yan-ho instead began trying to calm down Wei Jeong-han, Zhuge Yeom covered his face with both hands.

‘Crazy Guangdong Wei Family bastards.’

Those people were hopeless.

They were truly hopeless.