My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 11

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Episode 11. What kind of insane combination is this?
Hmm.
Even as the sun had set and night arrived, Sichuan blazed with brilliant light, a great city of the mundane world.
Yeo Un-hwi had just arrived there.
From Sodam Village to Sichuan.
For ordinary people, four days of walking would scarce have sufficed to bridge such a distance—but for Yeo Un-hwi, who had mastered the Cheonmu Divine Art, it was no great span at all.
The Lightness Skill of the Cheonmu Divine Art was peculiar in that it minimized Internal Energy consumption to an extreme degree while propelling one forward at tremendous velocity.
Truly, for Yeo Un-hwi, Sichuan was no farther than a neighboring hamlet.
Currently, Yeo Un-hwi’s Cheonmu Divine Art stood at the second tier.
As the profundity of the Cheonmu Divine Art deepened further, how dramatically his Lightness Skill might evolve remained beyond even his own ready estimation.
It seemed not at all impossible that the whole of the Central Plains would soon become but a neighboring hamlet.
And so he had arrived in Sichuan in a single breath.
There, Yeo Un-hwi now stood in a high place where the entire panorama of Sichuan lay spread before him.
In that unobstructed height, the wind blew fierce and wild.
Yet Yeo Un-hwi’s robes merely fluttered; the savage wind could not shake him even slightly.
Having gazed downward thus for some time, his eyes suddenly narrowed as though detecting something below.
“Well then, shall we go?”
Before the words had finished leaving his lips, Yeo Un-hwi’s figure vanished from that spot in an instant.
The space emptied at once.
Not a trace of his presence remained.
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Thud, crack, thud, crunch!
A horrible sound echoed through the streets.
Late-night fights between drunk revelers were a common sight.
But this was no such ordinary drunken brawl.
This was one-sided brutality.
“…Ghh, I was wrong, I was… please, please spare me…”
A man whose face and entire body had become a pulp of blood wept and begged, again and again, but it availed him nothing.
Dang Gu-hwi, his hands drenched in blood, shook his head.
“No, no. You needn’t beg like that. It’s not because you happened to bump into me by accident, you see? Hmm?”
Dang Gu-hwi’s eyes turned cold as he drew up the corners of his mouth into a smile.
The sight sent a chill through all who beheld it.
Even his subordinates dared not intervene, only watching in silence.
They knew well why Dang Gu-hwi had become so enraged.
On days like this, the Crown Prince could not be stopped by anyone.
Save the Family Master alone.
“I simply needed a place to vent the anger within me.”
“Th-that’s… argh!”
As though the anger had not yet fully dissipated, Dang Gu-hwi extended his hand to a subordinate.
The subordinate drew out a Flying Blade and placed it in that hand.
Shlick.
Dang Gu-hwi seized the leg of the prostrate man.
His eyes gleamed as he gave a twisted grin.
“Let’s just think of it as terrible luck on your part today, shall we? Hehehehe.”
“No, no, this can’t… it can’t…”
Rrrip.
Without hesitation, Dang Gu-hwi severed the tendons of the leg he held.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
“Kgh, kaaaaaaaaaagh! My leg, my leg…!”
The man’s screams tore through the air.
‘Good heavens…’
Those who witnessed this scene trembled with fear.
How could a person be capable of such things?
Yet none dared to speak against it.
To do so was to risk whatever calamity might befall them.
At some point, the Sichuan Tang Family—once the pride of Sichuan and a luminous name in the Martial World—had become nothing but an object of terror, something that inspired dread merely to contemplate.
The problem lay in Dang Gu-hwi’s vicious and cruel conduct, which had come into full bloom after the Family Master, Dang Jin-u, had entered Closed-door Training.
Moreover, the fact that Dang Gu-hwi was the Crown Prince of the Sichuan Tang Family cast the people of Sichuan into despair.
His status as Crown Prince meant that in the not-distant future, Dang Gu-hwi would become the master of the Sichuan Tang Family.
The future of Sichuan seemed only desolate.
Dang Gu-hwi had become a figure of terror and despair to the people of Sichuan.
And today, another of his unspeakable transgressions had been added to his record.
Despite the late hour, this horrific news spread through every corner of Sichuan’s cities.
Some time later,
“…Who exactly is this wretch who’s put the Crown Prince in such a mood?”
“Just say the word. If our Crown Prince asks it, we’ll bring back anyone’s head.”
The topmost floor of Qinghua Tower.
Flanking Dang Gu-hwi on both sides sat two elderly men—one with hair black as pitch, the other white as snow.
“It warms my heart to hear such words from you both. Your junior here feels most assured.”
Dang Gu-hwi offered a respectful fist salute.
Though called elders, these figures possessed enormous frames and rippling musculature that commanded an unmistakable, overwhelming presence.
The Black and White Twin Demons.
Fiends notorious even in the Central Plains, their combined strength was said to rank among the most formidable forces in the Martial World.
Yet their ill repute stemmed from a different source entirely.
It was their ruthless profiteering through the forces under their command—a trade built on human trafficking and narcotics.
Though those of the Dark Path would undertake any venture that promised coin, even they would shake their heads at the Twin Demons’ depravity.
How many had wept blood because of them? How many had, in the end, chosen to take their own lives?
Hundreds at the least, thousands at most—no exaggeration could capture the scale.
Yet here sat Dang Gu-hwi, sharing a table with these very fiends of ill repute.
“Thank you for the effort it took to come this far, and for going to such lengths to conceal your identities. Your discretion is much appreciated.”
At Dang Gu-hwi’s words, the Black and White Twin Demons broke into grins.
“Nonsense. We’re men of some flexibility ourselves. Isn’t that right?”
“Indeed! What does such triviality matter? The important thing isn’t any of that—it’s money. Money!”
“Hehehehe! Well spoken. There’s nothing in this world more important than coin. So then, so then.”
“A truth most profound.”
Dang Gu-hwi nodded at their words.
His entire reason for arranging this meeting was precisely this.
For greater power.
The Sichuan Tang Family he would build would not merely rank among the Five Great Families—it would reach far higher still.
To achieve that, above all else,
‘Money. I need money.’
Thus he had chosen to join hands with the Black and White Twin Demons.
The Twin Demons had eagerly embraced his proposal.
Naturally they had.
Until now, their reach had never extended to Sichuan.
The obstacle was the Sichuan Tang Family itself—and its Family Master, Dang Jin-u.
Though they wielded poison, the Sichuan Tang Family remained firmly Orthodox.
Their abhorrence of narcotics that seduced and ruined people, of flesh-trading for profit, was no different from any other Orthodox sect.
So they kept their blazing gaze fixed on Sichuan, preventing the Twin Demons’ enterprise from ever taking root there—how could the demons have dared to enter?
For the Black and White Twin Demons, Sichuan represented a vast market they could only watch helplessly, sucking their fingers.
But now—and by none other than Dang Gu-hwi, all but the Crown Prince-heir to the Sichuan Tang Family—came an extended hand?
For the Twin Demons, could any fortune be more welcome?
Sichuan lay within their grasp, ready to be seized without so much as bloodying a finger……
Kehehehe.
That was why they grinned so widely now.
Dang Gu-hwi watched their gleeful laughter with cold eyes.
‘Worthless garbage…. But certainly useful to me.’
Dang Gu-hwi drained the cup in one go and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He had long believed that if someone could serve his ambitions, the distinction between Orthodox and Dark Path held no significance whatsoever.
And for the sake of his desires, he saw nothing wrong in employing any means or method whatsoever.
To bother oneself with such distinctions was the province of fools.
In Dang Gu-hwi’s view, one should concern oneself with such pretenses only after grasping everything in one’s hands—after which one could reclaim or discard them at leisure.
Whether such procedures would even be necessary once he possessed everything remained to be seen.
Thus, though a Crown Prince of an Orthodox sect—one of the Five Great Families no less—should never occupy such a position, he had labored to create this opportunity.
Dang Gu-hwi intended to exploit the Black and White Twin Demons’ enterprise to amass greater wealth and power in Sichuan.
For that, human trafficking and narcotics posed no obstacle whatsoever.
It was someone else’s work to do anyway, beneath the heavens.
What harm was there if that someone were himself?
In any case, the Sichuan Tang Family would eventually fall to him, and in the not-distant future, he would be Sichuan’s sovereign.
No matter how capable that fool Dang Mu-jun thought himself to be!
And I shall rise even further alongside the Sichuan Tang Family.
After that, I’ll deal with Dang Mu-jun…
Dang Gu-hwi’s thoughts had barely reached this point when it happened.
Crash!
With a deafening boom, the door to the room where Dang Gu-hwi and the Black and White Twin Demons waited shattered, and figures came flying through.
A strangled gasp escaped.
Enveloped in white dust, the figures tumbled across the floor—they were warriors, guards by the look of them.
On closer inspection, they were unmistakably the ones who had been watching the highest level of Qinghua Tower.
A sound of surprise escaped Dang Gu-hwi.
His eyes narrowed at the sudden commotion.
Then,
“I keep telling you—step aside when I ask nicely, will you?”
Every eye turned toward the entrance.
A man in a black mask stood slowly filling the doorway, entering the room at his leisure.
He advanced several paces toward the table in the center before stopping, his gaze sweeping across the chamber.
Then,
“Well, well. What kind of insane gathering is this?”
A hollow laugh escaped the masked man.
“Who the hell are you?”
The room descended into chaos in an instant.
All because of this mysterious newcomer.
“Me?”
Dang Gu-hwi’s words made the masked man’s eyes widen.
“Someone who has business with you.”

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