Chapter 478

**Chapter 478: The Lazy Bum Gets Involved (3)**

“Aaaahhh!”

Wei Yanho shouted as he abruptly sat up.

“Are you alright?”

Uil, who had been hiding on the roof, quickly came down.

“W-water!”

“Yes!”

Uil poured water into a cup and handed it to him. Wei Yanho drank it in one gulp and sighed deeply.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“Nightmare…?”

If that was a nightmare, then yes.

His body had been torn apart at least thirty times.

*’There’s no solution, seriously.’*

He believed he had become stronger. The current Wei Yanho was practically a different person from the one who came out of the cave. In just a few months, he had become several times more powerful.

The Wei Yanho of the past wouldn’t have been a match even if he hadn’t wielded a sword.

And yet…

“How come I couldn’t hit him even once? Not even once!”

Wei Yanho writhed in frustration.

He was beaten to a pulp.

Well, since it was a dream, he was technically still alive, but if it had been a real fight, he would have died about five hundred times. He died again and again, and even in the midst of death, he couldn’t land a single blow.

In the end, in a fit of rage, he attempted a “you die or I die” move, but even then, he failed to hit him.

“This is too much, really.”

He was so frustrated that he almost cried.

Others might feel infinite respect for their master’s strength, but Wei Yanho was different.

Or perhaps, if others became disciples of Baek Muhan, they would feel the same. Baek Muhan was a master who inspired boundless respect in martial arts, but as a person, he only inspired curses.

“Aaaahhh! What a pain!”

Wei Yanho kicked the blankets in a tantrum, and Uil slowly shook her head.

*’He’s hopeless.’*

Her benefactor was a great warrior, but as a human being, he was hard to bear.

But what could she do?

The fact that Wei Yanho had saved her didn’t change.

Even beasts know gratitude, how could she, as a human, forget it? Even if the person she owed gratitude to was an incurable lazy bum, her duty remained the same.

But recently, Uil had begun to question something.

People pointed to Wei Yanho as a lazy person. They said that if he weren’t so lazy, he would receive fewer insults.

*’But is that true?’*

Uil, who had observed his life in silence, thought that perhaps that judgment was wrong.

Perhaps this person received fewer insults *because* he was lazy.

By being lazy, he interacted less with people, and by being lazy, there were fewer opportunities for anyone to notice him. Thus, fewer people knew what he was really like.

A diligent Wei Yanho?

*’It would be a disaster.’*

Imagining someone with his personality actively moving everywhere… there would be no greater disaster. Perhaps the heavens, knowing it in advance, had endowed him with laziness.

It was just an imagination, of course.

“Shall I prepare the meal?”

“Ah…”

Wei Yanho looked at her as if he had just realized her presence.

“There’s something that’s been intriguing me.”

“Yes?”

“What’s your name?”

“…”

Uil closed her mouth, but Wei Yanho didn’t stop.

“If I think about it, your sister has a name, but you’re only called by that strange nickname. That’s weird. And that nickname was surely given to you by the Jegal family, right? Continuing to use it is also weird.”

“Y-yes.”

“If it at least sounded good, I would use it, but it almost sounds like ‘dog poop’.”

Uil’s face trembled slightly.

How dare he compare it to dog poop?!

“Right? You have another name, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

Uil hesitated for a moment.

Her name was so rarely used that even she found it strange. Saying it out loud was uncomfortable.

“I… My name is So Yiryeon.”

“So Yiryeon…”

Wei Yanho nodded.

“That name is much better. Let’s use that from now on. Uil sounds too weird.”

“If that’s what you wish, so I shall.”

“Yes. Consider it an order.”

Wei Yanho threw off the blankets and got up.

“What about the food?”

“No. I have a place to go. I’ll wash up first.”

Uil, no, So Yiryeon, looked at him curiously. It was the first time she had seen him move so hastily.

Although it would be normal for others.

“Where are you going?”

“Mmm…”

Wei Yanho scratched his head and replied:

“I have something to settle.”

“I understand.”

“You don’t need to follow me. Take care of Ryeogun and make sure she eats. If she doesn’t eat, she gets weak.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing. But…”

Wei Yanho looked out the window. The warm sunlight shone brightly.

“I might get a little busy.”

There was no trace of hesitation in his voice anymore.

—

“Where are you going?”

“Oh, Ink!”

As he left the inn, Wei Yanho found a group standing at the entrance.

Jegal Munin was at the front.

“Is your face swollen?”

“The beggar?”

Jangil was also there, waiting for him with Jegal Munin.

“He definitely looks better.”

“And you, Sword Spectre, what are you doing here?”

“Amitabha.”

Wei Yanho opened his eyes upon seeing Peng Dogeuk and Musan.

“What, were you waiting here since morning to get something for free?”

“Morning?! The sun is at its zenith, you idiot!”

“Morning is when one wakes up.”

Wei Yanho stretched his arms after spouting that nonsense.

“It seems you have nothing better to do.”

“It’s an important day.”

“Important?”

“Yes. Patriarch Jegal said not to let you escape.”

“What’s happening today?”

“We have to decide who will be in charge of the Blood Explosive Dans.”

“Ah, that?”

Wei Yanho grinned mockingly.

“Forget it. I have something to do first.”

“…No. We were ordered to bring you.”

“Beggar.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t argue the obvious. When have I ever changed my mind?”

“Grrr.”

Jangil scratched his head in frustration.

“Ah! This guy!”

“Go scratch somewhere else, beggar!”

Jangil looked at the sky.

*’Before, at least they called me “little beggar”…’*

That’s why you have to choose your friends well.

Before, at least they were worthy of the title of heirs of great clans. Especially when Wei Sanho was among them, people thought: *”Ah, these are the ones who will guide the martial world in the future.”*

And in those moments, he felt proud to be their friend…

“What are you looking at, beggar?”

“Did you ask for alms today?”

“A beggar who doesn’t ask and only gets free food. Amitabha, the martial world is upside down.”

Even the monk…!

Jangil felt even more depressed.

Wei Yanho had taken Wei Sanho’s place, and the effect on people was evident.

*’These guys will guide the martial world?’*

That would be a catastrophe.

Jangil was determined to prevent that from happening.

“What are you thinking about now?”

Jegal Munin smiled at Wei Yanho’s words.

“A beggar can only run. Thinking is work for people like me.”

“You’re right.”

“You damn bastards!”

Jangil trembled with rage, but Wei Yanho ignored him and kept walking.

“Hey, you! Where are you going?”

“Ta-alk, ta-alk too much.”

Everyone followed him.

“…Hmm?”

Wei Yanho, who was heading to the Medical Hall, tilted his head.

“What?”

“People’s gazes are weird.”

“Ah, that?”

Jangil smiled.

*’Of course, he’s the only one who doesn’t know.’*

The fight between Wei Yanho and Cheok Soogwang had shaken the Tang family.

Of course, the Tang family hadn’t ignored him before. It was a public fact that he had defeated the Dark King.

But the duel with Cheok Soogwang had another effect.

First, it directly showed how Wei Yanho fought against an elite warrior. There’s a big difference between knowing someone is strong and seeing that strength in person.

Even if they knew it, now they felt it in their skin, and they couldn’t react the same way.

Moreover, in this duel, Wei Yanho showed greater strength than was known.

Even if he had defeated the Dark King, many thought that the Tang family could handle someone like him. But now an alarm was ringing in their heads.

If Wei Yanho decided to fight against the Tang family, they would have to prepare for annihilation. Having seen that with their own eyes, how could they act as before?

Everyone knew it.

Everyone except Wei Yanho.

*’Anyway, this guy is hopeless.’*

It’s not that Wei Yanho was stupid. It’s that he didn’t have the concept of being cautious with someone stronger. The strong were strong, the weak were weak.

Wei Yanho didn’t respect the strong.

*’It’s not that he’s bad.’*

He didn’t belittle the weak either.

In fact, Wei Yanho was very generous with the weak. But with the strong, he was often arrogant.

He helped the beggars, supported the poor medical brothers, but he also challenged the emperor and shook the Tang family.

He was the typical “tough on the strong, gentle on the weak.”

“The problem is, it’s not out of kindness.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Jangil smiled bitterly.

Wei Yanho was tough on the strong because they tended to mistreat others. Of course, that also applied to him.

If the strong hadn’t provoked him, Wei Yanho wouldn’t have caused trouble. The weak, by not mistreating others, could get his help.

This guy was like a rubber ball: the more you pressed him, the harder he bounced.

“But why are you going to the Medical Hall?”

“How did you know I was going there?”

“What else is in this direction besides the Medical Hall?”

“With that insight, you won’t starve. What would I go for? To heal.”

“Huh? Did you say heal?”

“Yes.”

“Can it be healed?”

“I don’t know yet. But I have a clue.”

“Oh!”

Jangil looked at him in surprise.

If even the doctors of the Tang family couldn’t cure it, finding a clue was already an achievement.

*’That’s why you can’t underestimate him.’*

The events that Wei Yanho had faced were so complex and difficult that “full of vicissitudes” was the perfect description.

It was true that Wei Yanho complicated things…

*’But without him, many problems wouldn’t have been solved.’*

He tangled them up, but in the end, he solved them. That was what was amazing about Wei Yanho.

The incident in the palace was an example.

If Wei Yanho hadn’t been there, who would have solved it? A great disaster would have happened without anyone knowing.

And he solved it easily. Now, Wei Yanho was setting out to solve this too.

With expectation, Jangil asked:

“How? How do you plan to heal it?”

“Eh, that…”

Wei Yanho scratched his head.

“I don’t know.”

“Huh?”

“But I’ll try. My master was right. If the bowl is broken, you have to fix the bowl first.”

“…What are you saying?”

“But the more I think about it, the crazier it sounds.”

Upon hearing Wei Yanho say “crazy,” Jangil’s face turned pale.

*’What the hell is he planning to do?’*

Anxiety invaded him.

An overwhelming anxiety.