My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34. Who, Exactly, Are You
A tall, exceptionally handsome young man was making his way steadily toward some destination.
Pedestrians turned to watch him as he passed, a curious spectacle unfolding at every step.
He was Yeo Un-hui.
Since his Metamorphosis, the slender beauty he had been before had transformed; his frame now rippled with taut muscle, lending him an entirely different allure.
Those who saw him for the first time found themselves captivated by his presence and bearing.
But where, exactly, was he headed?
‘Hmm. This must be it.’
After walking for some time, he came to a halt.
A weathered, decrepit mansion on the outskirts, well beyond the bounds of the Peng Household.
This was the place Peng Mu-gang had instructed him to visit.
It was then.
“Who are you?”
A gruff voice called out from behind Yeo Un-hui.
Along with it came a palpable chill of killing intent.
Yeo Un-hui turned his head slightly to look.
Two men stood there, their faces twisted in scowls, growling menacingly in his direction.
“What’re you doing loitering around this place? Suspicious, aren’t you? Who are you?”
“Right. And that pretty-boy face of yours doesn’t sit right with me from the start. What’s your deal?”
It was as though he’d stumbled upon a pair of stray dogs blocking the path.
Their faces and bearing seemed strikingly similar—unmistakably so.
They appeared to be twins.
“Ah. I’m—”
Yeo Un-hui had just begun to speak to these two belligerent men.
When—
Crack! Thwack!
“Ow!”
“Hey. Gi-su, Gi-sang. You two. Didn’t I tell you not to bare your killing intent so indiscriminately at someone you’ve just met? Didn’t I?”
“Ah, sis. That hurts!”
The two men clutched their heads, grumbling at the woman who had struck them.
She was a beauty with dark skin and large, striking eyes.
“Hurts? Nonsense! I barely tapped you. Want another? And what exactly did you do right just now?”
“But the stranger was lingering at the gate—”
“And what if he’d been from the main house? What then? Huh?”
“Then it would’ve been even better. They’ve been disrespecting and neglecting us like this!”
“Right!”
“This confinement we’re in—it’s because of you two, you know!”
“No, but how could someone looking so scraggly be from the main house anyway?”
“So you roughed up someone scraggly? You wretches, you? That’s despicable.”
“That’s not it—”
“Quiet! Go on.”
“Tch. We’re sorry.”
“And we apologize. That’s that, right?”
“Is that how someone who’s sorry should talk? Huh? Get over here. Let’s do this some more!”
“We said we’re sorry!”
These ferocious men faltered completely in the presence of this woman.
Watching the scene unfold, Yeo Un-hui could only smile inwardly.
This was hardly a situation where one could afford to laugh openly.
“My apologies, truly. My younger brothers have been rather on edge these days.”
“It’s fine. And yes, I am from the main house.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
The twin brothers and the woman widened their eyes in unison.
“Wait—when did we get someone like you in the Peng Clan?”
“We’ve been here nearly half a year now since receiving our confinement.”
“I arrived at the Peng Household around that time.”
Yeo Un-hui then drew forth a token from his pocket and showed it to them.
The woman examined it and nodded in recognition.
“Ah, well then—do come inside.”
A middle-aged man opened the door and ushered Yeo Un-hui within.
Throughout the building, sharp gazes could be felt from every corner.
To anyone watching, one might mistake them for wandering swordsmen who’d stumbled upon some renowned brigand’s den, rather than men of the Peng Household.
These are the men who can’t abide injustice and cause trouble on its account. Ha.
Because Yeo Un-hui already knew well who these people were, he couldn’t suppress a faint smile.
Upon arriving at the reception room, a woman spoke to Yeo Un-hui.
“The Deputy Commander has stepped away for a moment, so I’ll bring the eldest first. Please wait a short while.”
Yeo Un-hui nodded at her words.
Soon the room held only Yeo Un-hui.
Yeo Un-hui slowly looked around the room.
It appeared just as shabby and worn as the exterior.
Yet it was kept reasonably tidy nonetheless.
It was the same throughout the manor on the way in.
Efforts were being made to maintain cleanliness continuously.
The contrast with the rough, fierce energy he’d felt from the moment of arrival made Yeo Un-hui’s amusement only deepen.
Then it happened.
“What finds you so amused?”
Someone entered the room and asked Yeo Un-hui.
A man who gave off the impression of a great bear.
With an enormous frame and beard, and eyes sharp as spear-points, his face was exactly the sort that could easily be mistaken for the leader of a bandit gang holed up in the mountain wilds.
“I’m Gu Tae-san.”
“Yeo Un-hui. A pleasure to meet you.”
Gu Tae-san’s head tilted in confusion.
This was the first time he’d ever heard the name or seen the face of the man standing before him.
Even though Baekrang-dae had been confined to this place under Disciplinary Confinement for the past half-year, he hadn’t heard of any swordsman like this joining the Peng Household in the interim.
And though he’d been hearing news of the main house through various people, he’d never heard mention of such a man among the warriors newly admitted to the Peng Clan.
“So the head of the household sent you?”
“Yes. That is correct.”
“What is your business here?”
Yeo Un-hui answered Gu Tae-san’s question without the slightest hesitation.
“He has ordered me to take command of Baekrang-dae from this moment forward.”
“What did you say?”
At Yeo Un-hui’s words, a sudden savage aura erupted from Gu Tae-san’s body.
“Are you telling me you’ve been placed in command of our Baekrang-dae?”
“That is so.”
“Who are you to receive such an order from the head of the household? Though we are indeed under Disciplinary Confinement at present, we are nonetheless the martial force that represents the Peng Clan. And I have never heard your name even once before this moment. You expect me to believe such a thing?”
At that, Yeo Un-hui immediately drew forth a token from his robe and handed it over.
In truth, if Peng Mu-gang had come himself to explain or at least written something, the matter would have been simple.
But Peng Mu-gang had done neither.
He had merely handed over a single token symbolizing the head’s authority and told him to go.
At this point, it was impossible to tell whether this was a test or an act of mockery.
That his father-in-law, whom he’d seen weeping in genuine remorse before his wife’s death before the Regression, could be so cantankerous was something Yeo Un-hui had not anticipated.
But regardless, it mattered little.
If his father-in-law commanded it, he would gladly undertake any task that was not plainly wrongful.
That is why he’d come bearing only this proof.
“Heh.”
Gu Tae-san, who now faced this predicament, felt equally bewildered and exasperated.
In fact, he was the second strongest in Baekrang-dae and served as the right hand to the current Deputy Commander.
The true Deputy Commander—the eldest among them—had merely stepped away for the moment.
Beyond what others might think, he was a master whom even the head of the household, Peng Mu-gang, respected without reservation, possessed of both skill and character.
Yet of all times, this had to happen while he was absent.
“I understand the head of the household’s command. But I have one thing I’m curious about—might I ask?”
“Please do.”
Yeo Un-hui nodded.
Then Gu Tae-san stroked his chin and asked.
“I simply cannot fathom who you are that the head would entrust our Baekrang-dae to you.”
At this, Yeo Un-hui smiled gently.
“Whether you’ve heard or not, I am the person whose name is most frequently on everyone’s lips in the Peng Household these days.”
“Mm?”
“Perhaps if I said ‘that scholar fellow,’ people would know at once.”
“Ah! So you’re the husband of Miss Seo Yeon—the Ghost Without Fear?”
Yeo Un-hui nodded.
Yet Gu Tae-san’s face still bore the look of someone who couldn’t make sense of it.
“But from what I understand, you’re a scholar who has never trained in the martial arts before. Are you saying someone like that will take command of Baekrang-dae?”
“Well, it’s the clan master’s order, so I suppose I have no choice but to obey.”
“We think differently. We do not follow orders that make no sense.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
Gu Tae-san spoke with absolute certainty.
His face made plain what he meant: enough of this nonsense—now leave.
Yeo Un-hui gazed at Gu Tae-san’s expression for a moment, then smiled softly and opened his mouth again.
He had not noticed—not even the slightest trace—that Yeo Un-hui’s eyes and tone had shifted.
“Isn’t the clan master of Peng Household your master? Or have I been mistaken?”
“Of course that’s true. Yes, undoubtedly. But we have always done things this way…….”
“Are you bragging?”
“Pardon?”
“I asked if always doing things the same way is something to boast about.”
“According to what you’re saying, the clan master of Peng Household is indeed your master—but you choose which orders to follow and which to ignore based on your personal whim. Isn’t that what you mean?”
“It seems… you’re mocking us.”
“I’m not mocking. I’m simply stating facts. Or does the truth offend you?”
“Now listen here.”
Gu Tae-san’s face twisted sharply at Yeo Un-hui’s words.
A fierce energy began to pour from his body in waves.
“Ha. I’d heard rumors of proud wolves, but it turns out you’re nothing but mad dogs who can’t tell right from wrong.”
The moment Yeo Un-hui spoke those words, the room filled with Gu Tae-san’s killing intent.
“What did you just say? Mad dogs who can’t tell right from wrong?”
“Isn’t that true?”
Yet despite Gu Tae-san’s murderous aura, Yeo Un-hui remained utterly composed.
It was strange—he had been told that Yeo Un-hui had never studied the martial arts.
Or was he simply being this brazen because he relied on being the clan master’s son-in-law?
In that instant, Gu Tae-san’s mind flooded with wild thoughts.
Meanwhile, Yeo Un-hui continued in a firm voice.
“The Baekrang-dae is the clan master’s sword—nothing more. But what use is a sword that refuses to obey its master’s will?”
……
“It’s a sword with no purpose anymore, no worth. So there must have been good reason why the clan master never put much faith in you. Tsk.”
“You damned bastard!”
The moment Yeo Un-hui clicked his tongue, Gu Tae-san could no longer contain his fury.
Though everything being said was true, Gu Tae-san believed it was thoughtless prattle from someone ignorant of the real circumstances.
His face now flushed red and purple, he could hold back no longer—he drove his fist straight into the wall with all his strength.
With a deafening crack, the wall collapsed.
“You’ve come here looking to die today, haven’t you? Fine! Good! Then I’ll grant your wish……!”
“That’s enough.”
It was then.
The door suddenly swung open, and someone stepped into the room.
A man with a composed and tranquil demeanor—the very opposite of the volcanic Gu Tae-san.
This man was—
“Brother!”
O Chae-mu, the current Deputy Commander of Baekrang-dae and the one who truly served as its Commander.
In that instant, Yeo Un-hui’s eyes narrowed.

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