My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 13

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Episode 13. Ten Thousand Gold Coins
“…What on earth is this?”
Bewilderment flickered across Dang Guhui’s eyes.
At the spectacle unfolding before him.
The hand holding his wine cup had gone rigid without him noticing.
The Hei Bai Shuang Ma were individually formidable, but together their combined strike possessed a force rarely witnessed in the martial world.
Though not quite enough to compare with his father, the patriarch of the Sacheon Dang Clan, Dang Jinju, few in the martial realm would treat engaging them alone as an easy prospect.
Yet here they were, toyed with as though they were mere children, and dispatched without so much as a hair out of place.
By an unknown man who appeared to be his own age—judged only by his voice.
‘Is this even possible?’
At first he’d thought some madman had gotten lucky enough to reach this point, but now his assessment had shifted entirely.
‘He’s a true master. Possibly even on par with Father.’
He’d already grasped this from watching the confrontation with Hei Bai Shuang Ma.
One-on-one, he had no chance of winning.
He disliked admitting defeat easily, but he loathed the thought of dying pointlessly from stubborn pride even more.
‘Where did this man come from…?’
Though the figure’s face was concealed, Dang Guhui could tell from mere glance and bearing alone.
This was definitely their first meeting.
Though he’d accumulated plenty of enemies over the years, he harbored no memory of having made a blood feud with a master of this caliber.
Which meant this man was likely hired by someone.
With that thought crystallized, Dang Guhui spoke with measured calm.
“Who sent you? Which man hired someone of your skill against me?”
“Hmm?”
“Regardless, it doesn’t matter. I’ll pay you double whatever you were offered. What do you say? I’ll buy you.”
Ha.
Only then did Yeo Unhui grasp what Dang Guhui was proposing.
“Double?”
“Too small? Then I’ll give you triple.”
“Do you even know how much I received?”
At Yeo Unhui’s words, Dang Guhui laughed sharply.
So his instinct had been right.
Dang Guhui’s tension eased, and he drained the wine in his cup.
“I don’t, no. But whatever that sum is, I have the means to cover what I’m offering. I’m the eldest son of the Sacheon Dang Clan, one of the Five Great Clans. You already knew that when you came, didn’t you?”
“Ho.”
Yeo Unhui fixed him with a steady gaze and asked:
“Do you truly believe gold can buy a man’s life?”
“Of course. There is nothing gold cannot purchase.”
The answer carried absolute conviction.
“Good. I agree.”
“Excellent. We understand each other.”
At Yeo Unhui’s reply, Dang Guhui’s eyes widened.
Yeo Unhui spoke in his flat, matter-of-fact tone:
“If you match my price, I’ll gladly become your dog. As you can see, unlike these drifters, I have far more uses.”
“Perfect.”
Dang Guhui was deeply satisfied.
Though his business with Hei Bai Shuang Ma had derailed, that was merely a postponement—something he could still handle directly later.
After all, Sacheon was far too easy a playing field for him.
Conversely, having this master who’d so casually subdued Hei Bai Shuang Ma—possibly even equal to Father—as his subordinate was undeniably attractive.
Moreover, if he spread word that he himself had drawn in and personally disposed of Hei Bai Shuang Ma, known as a thorn in the Central Plains Martial World’s side, Dang Guhui stood to gain considerably.
It was an investment worth the slight business delay.
Already his mind was working swiftly through how to spin the current situation to his advantage.
But before that, there was something he needed to settle.
“Now then, tell me—who was it that ordered my death? And what is your asking price?”
Dang Guhui, convinced he now had the upper hand, regarded Yeo Unhui with leisure.
“Fair enough.”
Yeo Unhui looked at Dang Guhui for a moment, then let out a soft laugh.
“Let me start with the price I want.”
“Go ahead.”
“Ten thousand gold coins. Can you manage that?”
“…What?”
The smile on Dang Guhui’s face fractured in an instant.
Ten thousand gold coins.
He was, of course, the eldest son of the Sacheon Dang Clan, a man who wielded staggering sums of money.
Yet even he could never have imagined a figure like ten thousand gold coins.
Dang Guhui’s eyes turned glacial.
“Ten thousand coins? Do you understand what you’re saying right now?”
“Of course I do. And—”
Yeo Unhui continued without hesitation, his voice flat and barren.
Deathly devoid of all color.
“The man who commissioned your death—that was me. A future version of myself placed that contract.”
Dang Guhui set down his cup and studied the man across from him in silence.
Rage had begun to simmer behind his eyes.
“…Are you toying with me?”
“I was foolish and weak—so blind I didn’t even know my own wife was poisoned, that she died in agony.”
Dang Guhui’s brow furrowed.
“I failed to recognize the man I should have killed, only scratching at empty shadows. But this time, I won’t make that mistake.”
Was this madman insane?
He was spouting nothing but incomprehensible nonsense.
Then—
‘Poisoned? Died in agony?’
A name surfaced in Dang Guhui’s mind unbidden.
“You don’t mean Peng Seoyeon?”
Dang Guhui studied the man before him.
And in that gaze, he found his answer.
His instinct was correct.
“Are you saying you’re Peng Seoyeon’s husband?”
“I am.”
“But her husband was clearly just a scholar.”
“Circumstances have changed, as you can see.”
“Then… the men I sent—”
“I killed them. With these hands. And then I came here. To meet you.”
Yeo Unhui smiled, pointing at the ground with one finger.
Dang Guhui found himself struggling to accept what was unfolding.
The man had been known to possess no martial arts whatsoever—a mere scholar.
A worthless creature, an ant he could crush with a single finger whenever he pleased.
So he had paid him no mind.
He had forgotten this man’s existence entirely.
Yet this man he’d deemed insignificant was the architect of all this chaos.
“Ha… hah… hahaha….”
Dang Guhui laughed despite himself, a hollow sound.
The scene before him felt too unreal to be happening.
At that moment—
Thud-thud-thud. Thud. Thud-thud-thud!
“Quickly! Move!”
The warriors of the Sacheon Dang Clan came flooding in.
Yeo Unhui had destroyed the staircase on his way up, so they had only just now arrived.
The Sacheon Dang Clan’s fighters rapidly encircled Yeo Unhui.
Yet he remained utterly composed.
Dang Guhui knew it too.
These men alone could not stop him.
“How dare you! Do you mock the Sacheon Dang Clan?”
But the Sacheon Dang Clan’s warriors, who had not witnessed his battle with the Hei Bai Shuang Ma, barked orders at Yeo Unhui without understanding the gravity of the situation.
‘There’s no choice.’
With grim resolve, Dang Guhui withdrew two pills from his breast.
One he brought swiftly to his mouth and swallowed whole; the other, slightly larger, he hurled to the ground.
Then—
Bang! Whoooosh!
“What—? What is this—?”
A tremendous plume of smoke began to seep from the floor, spreading through the air.
Soon both the Sacheon Dang Clan and those guarding the establishment were gasping in agony.
“Cough-cough-cough!”
“No… why… the heir… gahhhhh!”
“Ack, ack, ack…….”
In the swirling poison mist, everyone in the pavilion began bleeding from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
If this continued, all the other people inside the building might lose their lives.
Yet amid that chaos, Dang Guhui wore a smile of conviction.
It was done. No matter how skilled a master might be, there was no way to counter this poison.
To him, the lives of Sacheon Dang Clan’s warriors or anyone else in this pavilion hardly mattered at all.
Above all, his own life came first.
Then,
A low hum thrummed through the air.
Within the swirling poison mist, Yeo Unhui’s eyes blazed with golden light.
The Heaven Demon Divine Art revealed itself.
The moment Yeo Unhui swept his hand,
Crash!
A massive hole tore open in the wall toward the windows.
Whoosh, whoosh.
A torrent of wind rushed outward.
Then, as Yeo Unhui rotated his hand in a sweeping motion, drawing the poison mist toward the window, it spiraled and gathered in one place before being forcefully expelled far beyond the building.
The force of that moment was so tremendous that the air inside the pavilion became a vacuum for an instant.
“Gasp.”
Dang Guhui, the only one still able to stand besides Yeo Unhui, clutched his throat as his breath caught painfully.
But that lasted only a moment.
Soon the pavilion refilled with air.
“Wheeze… huff… wheeze… what on earth…”
It was nothing short of a miracle.
He had never heard of such a thing being possible in all his years.
Mercifully, the sounds of those present writhing in agony had subsided.
They were still poisoned, but their condition was decidedly better than before.
Footsteps approached.
Dang Guhui had never felt such dread at the sound of approaching steps before.
Yeo Unhui drew close, his eyes cold as glacial ice as he fixed his gaze upon Dang Guhui.
“Spare… spare me, I beg you.”
“You’re garbage. Garbage not worth saving.”
A sharp tap.
Yeo Unhui seized Dang Guhui’s meridian points in an instant.
“Cough!”
Crack-crack-crack, crack-crack-crack.
Immediately, every bone and tendon in his body began twisting.
“Nngh… this… this can’t…”
“You must have heard of it. The Separated Bone Disordered Tendons technique.”
A smile glinted in Yeo Unhui’s eyes.
In an instant, an overwhelming tide of agony washed over Dang Guhui, and he screamed, his eyes rolling back.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!”
…Qinghua Pavilion was filled with a man’s anguished screams.
How much time had passed?
“Nngh… nngh… nngh…”
He collapsed.
Unable to bear the overwhelming agony, Dang Guhui finally lost consciousness.
As the fallen Dang Guhui lay there, Yeo Unhui reached down once more.
At that moment,
Whistle-whistle-whistle-whistle.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
Dozens of throwing knives flew rapidly toward Yeo Unhui.
Yeo Unhui leaped back in a single bound.
“That’s enough. He may look it, but he’s the eldest of our clan, you know.”
Behind the fallen warriors, there stood a lean man with sharp, narrow eyes.
The legendary prodigy of the Sacheon Dang Clan had arrived—Dang Mujun.

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