My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 29

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Episode 29. Blood Poison Sect
Crack!
After concluding contact with the Golden Manor, a high-ranking officer of the Blood Poison Sect traveled a considerable distance using Lightness Skill, arriving at a dense forest far removed from where Peng Sujin had first been ambushed.
A wooded area where few people ventured.
“Hah.”
Having run the entire way, he paused to steady his breath when his ears suddenly perked up.
He could tell—combat was erupting not far from here.
A cold smile spread across his lips.
“Still resisting, is he? Remarkably tenacious. Though it won’t matter—he won’t survive the day. Tch.”
That was when it happened.
“Is that so? Perhaps that fate belongs to you instead.”
……!
Startled by an unfamiliar voice suddenly behind him, the Blood Poison Sect officer lurched backward like a coiled spring.
Then he fixed his gaze on the spot where he’d been standing moments before.
But there was nothing there.
“Look here.”
The voice came from behind him again.
The officer’s hand flew to his sword hilt.
He intended to draw the blade and spin in one fluid motion, cutting down his enemy.
But—
Thud.
He could not unsheathe the sword.
His opponent’s hand had reached it first.
“Tch!”
Bewilderment flooded the officer’s face.
But before he could open his mouth to speak, his throat was already caught in his enemy’s grip.
“Gah. Ghk—!”
He saw it then.
The eyes of the hand that held his throat.
They were eyes like those of a beast.
The man sensed it instinctively—his opponent was extraordinarily dangerous.
And before he could even conceive of how to escape his predicament,
Crack.
His neck twisted at an unnatural angle.
The Blood Poison Sect officer fell lifeless to the ground.
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Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.
Peng Sujin cut through the dark forest using Lightness Skill.
Compared to his usual speed, his movement was markedly slower.
The injuries he’d sustained and the blood he’d lost were surely the cause.
He had just escaped from the cave where he’d been hiding after realizing it had been surrounded.
Crack! Crack-crack!
Blades flew at him with vicious force as he ran.
“Nngh.”
Though he bled so profusely his vision blurred, Peng Sujin dodged the barrage with everything he had, then swept his blade toward the direction from which the attacks had come.
Whoosh!
“Argh!”
A good number of enemies fell beneath Peng Sujin’s blade.
But Peng Sujin knew the bitter truth.
The enemies remaining far outnumbered those he had cut down.
It was a desperate situation, yet surrender was not an option.
The moment he gave up, everything would end.
So he would not surrender. Not ever.
Somehow, he would survive and escape.
Even in circumstances like these, Peng Sujin clung to the thread of life with unwavering resolve.
But soon, as he reached the forest’s dead end—a sheer cliff—and found himself encircled once more, his complexion grew visibly ashen.
Huff. Huff.
With the cliff at his back, Peng Sujin glared fiercely into the darkness.
One by one, his enemies emerged from the shadows.
No longer any need to hide.
“You should give up now.”
“You’ve lived a life of comfort and ease all these years—what is this stubborn grip on existence?”
“That’s true enough. Tsk, tsk.”
The Blood Poison Sect members sneered openly as they watched Peng Sujin’s wretched state.
Peng Sujin had no energy left to spare on their mockery.
Drip, drip.
Black blood fell unceasing from his arm.
He might struggle to the bitter end, but his wounds were catastrophic—poisoned on top of everything else.
Time was not his ally.
“Enough of this futility.”
The pale-faced Blood Poison Sect Leader spoke from behind.
“Kill him now.”
“Yes!”
At his command, over eighty martial artists moved as one to strike down Peng Sujin.
But then—
A sudden rush of air.
Someone appeared in their midst.
By his garb, he too was a member of the Blood Poison Sect.
“Late, aren’t I.”
The mask’s emblem marked him as one sent to the Golden Manor.
“So. Did you bring word from there?”
“…….”
The Sect Leader called out to him, but the man gave no answer. Instead, he walked slowly past the Leader toward Peng Sujin.
“Wait—what are you doing! Don’t come near me! Gah!”
Peng Sujin stumbled back and tried to swing his blade.
But the man who had just arrived blocked it with ease—casual, effortless.
As Peng Sujin moved to press his attack, the man spoke.
“I’m not your enemy. I’ve come to save you.”
“What?”
“Just calm yourself. Unless you want to lose an arm.”
The man was Yeo Unhwi.
Masked and dressed as a Blood Poison Sect member, he seized Peng Sujin’s wounded arm while the older man was still reeling from shock.
“Ah!”
The pain from his injured arm tore a cry from Peng Sujin’s lips, but only for a moment—a Golden Aura flowed from Yeo Unhwi’s hand into the wound, and the pain began to ebb away.
“……!”
A smooth, whispered sound.
Strange—this unknown power, and yet it brought such comfort. The throbbing agony lessened with each passing breath.
“Sit still for now.”
“Who… who are you?”
The Sect Leader’s voice cut through the air.
This was not one of his subordinates.
That much was clear from the strange technique the man had just displayed.
“You there! The Leader is asking your name!”
One of the brutes roared savagely.
But Yeo Unhwi paid him no mind. Instead, he slowly surveyed each of the henchmen gathered around them.
“Quite the gathering. Well, I’d call it a miracle he’s lasted this long.”
There was something almost admiring in his tone—respect for the wounded man’s tenacity and spirit, to have fought on despite everything.
The brute whom Yeo Unhwi had so thoroughly ignored bristled.
“You bastard—do you want to die?”
He rushed at Yeo Unhwi with his blade raised.
Yeo Unhwi extended his fist to meet the sword, crossing it in a single motion, and drove the man’s head straight down.
Splinter!
The body of the headless brute crumpled to the ground, his skull having burst apart.
Like a puppet with its strings cut.
“……!”
Every man present suddenly tightened his grip on his weapon.
This was no ordinary opponent. Yet for all that—he was alone.
No matter how fierce his resistance, what could one man do?
It was at that moment.
“Hm, this is getting rather tiresome.”
Yeo Unhwi’s eyes turned to ice.
The sight of someone he considered family suffering such a fate was decidedly not a pleasant thing to witness.
The moment his gaze hardened, the very space around them trembled, and everyone present felt their breath catch in their throats.
Gasp.
What was this crushing pressure?
How could the aura emanating from a single man be so terrifying?
Was this really the energy of a human being?
“Hmph! He’s still just one man!”
Though the Blood Poison Sect Leader was equally shaken, he nonetheless ground out those words loudly to bolster his courage.
His cry gave his disciples renewed resolve.
That was right. Their numbers approached a hundred.
They had lost considerable comrades to Peng Sujin, yet more than eighty still remained.
It was unthinkable that so many could fail against a single man.
With that thought, their fear evaporated entirely.
“Kill him!”
“Swarm him all at once!”
“Raaagh!”
Whoosh. Clash-crash-crash-crash!
The assault began.
They were all accomplished masters in their own right.
Moreover, their coordination had been honed and refined over years, making their combined assault appear utterly inescapable.
Then Yeo Unhwi’s eyes gleamed with purpose.
Blade Wind.
As he drew his blade back slightly and then swept it forward with blinding speed, an incredible sight unfolded before their eyes.
Wheeeee.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
Boom!
A vortex erupted in the center of the courtyard, and in an instant it consumed all the assassins caught within its reach.
“Krraaagh!”
“Please—save me!”
The Blade Wind became a crimson maelstrom, drinking deep of blood.
A rain of blood fell upon the surroundings.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Soon, dozens of corpses dropped to the ground.
A landscape of horror—quite literally hell made manifest.
The Blood Poison Sect Leader’s eyes trembled violently.
All of that—all of it—from a single swing of the blade.
He did not know whether to call it a martial technique or something else entirely.
What he had just witnessed transcended the realm of reason.
Even Peng Sujin, despite his grave wounds, felt them ease considerably thanks to Yeo Unhwi’s infused power, wore an expression of profound shock.
Peng Sujin knew better than anyone how formidable each of these assassins was—what a terrible adversary even one of them posed.
Fighting for his life, he would have needed to accept significant injury simply to fell a handful of them.
Yet he had just watched nearly all of them suffer near-annihilation in a single attack. How could he not be astounded?
Such a thing was beyond his imagination.
This mysterious man was a master of extraordinary caliber.
Perhaps—perhaps he could be ranked among the Top Twelve Existences.
What realm of mastery must one attain to accomplish such a feat?
It was like a force of nature itself.
He did not know it.
He did not know what profound stimulus and nourishment this single moment would become for his martial cultivation in the years to come.
He could only stand, dumbfounded.
For Peng Sujin, in this moment of his life’s greatest peril, the very framework of martial technique he had built was shattering before him—a priceless revelation.
But the Sect Leader underwent something altogether different. His flesh quivered; he endured the worst experience of his life.
He too had reached a certain threshold in the Ascended Realm, a genuine expert.
He understood full well what the impossible scene before him signified.
He could not even be the enemy of this unknown man’s casual strike.
What connection, then, did this man share with the Hebei Peng Family? What bound him to Peng Sujin?
What manner of bond would summon such an unreasonable master to his threshold?
Could it be—the Blade Emperor himself?
No. As far as he knew, the Blade Emperor was far older.
Moreover, the deeply fractured relationship between the Hebei Peng Family and the Blade Emperor was far too well known to mistake.
So it couldn’t possibly be him.
In any case, there was no way to know anything for certain right now.
And at this rate, he too would lose his life just like his subordinates.
So another way out was needed.
“Wait, just wait. Let’s talk about this for a moment——”
Crash!
Suddenly a tremendous explosion erupted, dust billowing thick into the air.
It wasn’t Yeo Unhwi’s doing.
As the dust settled, what came into view was the Blood Poison Sect Leader dangling limply in someone’s grip, his life draining away.
“Choke, choke-choke!”
Crack.
His neck bent at an unnatural angle.
Even Yeo Unhwi found himself taken aback.
What on earth——? The Sect Leader had been a considerable master in his own right.
“Is it you lot.”
A familiar voice reached his ears.
Heh.
The Peng Clan’s master, Peng Mugang, had finally arrived at this place just now.
Radiating tremendous killing intent.
In a flash.
Peng Mugang’s gaze fixed on Yeo Unhwi.
And then,
Crash!
Yeo Unhwi was driven backward by Peng Mugang’s fist, skidding across the ground.
“You audacious wretches. I intend to show you exactly what happens when someone lays a hand on the Peng Clan. Steel yourself.”
Immediately, tremendous power erupted from Peng Mugang’s body in a violent surge.
Peng Mugang had gotten his signals badly crossed.
Ah, this is troublesome.
Behind his mask, Yeo Unhwi’s face twisted in exasperation.

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