My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 76

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Episode 76. Where did that money go?
Oh, blast it all!
In that moment, overwhelmed by his excitement, Peng Mugang had completely forgotten about Yueli’s presence—until he noticed the child nestled in his arms, staring up at him.
Yueli’s eyes glistened with tears as she gazed at Peng Mugang.
Peng Mugang’s face flushed with alarm.
Yueli’s voice trembled as she asked him, her lips quivering with barely suppressed tears.
“Grandfather, don’t you like Father?”
“Ah, no—that’s not what I—”
With those large eyes fixed on him, Peng Mugang found himself tongue-tied.
He glanced desperately toward his wife.
A silent plea for rescue.
But Dan Xiyong looked away.
When he turned to Peng Seyeon instead, his daughter did the same.
The two women’s attitude—as if to say he must reap what he had sown—left Peng Mugang with no choice but to face Yueli again, carefully.
Tears still clung to the corners of Yueli’s eyes.
“How could I possibly dislike him? Why would Grandfather not like him?”
“Then you do like Father?”
“Well, I… that is…”
Peng Mugang hesitated for a moment, then squeezed his eyes shut and spoke.
“Yes. Of course, I like him. Grandfather likes our son-in-law.”
“Really?”
Yueli’s tears vanished as quickly as they had come, and she broke into a radiant smile.
“Of course, really! What else would it be!”
“I love you so much, Grandfather. I know Father does too.”
“Ha ha. Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.”
As if she had never wept at all, Yueli laughed brightly and flung her arms around Peng Mugang’s neck.
The small child hung from the old man’s neck like a dangling ornament.
“Ah, you little scamp! Ha ha!”
Charmed by his granddaughter’s affection, Peng Mugang burst out laughing.
And just like that, his ironclad vow—that even if heaven split in two, he would never call Yeo Unhui his son-in-law—crumbled the moment the words left his mouth.
“Pfft.”
“Heh.”
Dan Xiyong and Peng Seyeon both erupted in laughter at the sight of him.
Peng Seyeon’s anger had already melted away.
In the end, no matter how harshly Peng Mugang presented himself, he was nothing but a doting grandfather before his granddaughter.
“Grandfather?”
“Yes?”
“What does ‘you bastard’ mean?”
“That… well, Yueli. Hmm…”
Peng Mugang nearly died at the question coming from Yueli’s perfectly innocent face.
This was precisely why one had to watch one’s tongue around children.
***
Ha ha ha!
Deep into the night, a clandestine gathering was taking place in an opulent gisaeng house.
It was a banquet of the most notable great merchants of the Central Plains.
Though not all of them had assembled.
A select few whose interests aligned had gathered to share stories of their ventures and offer mutual aid—a kind of coalition, if you will.
By the time the banquet had been underway for a considerable while, they had exhausted their usual topics of conversation.
Then, someone suddenly brought up the subject of the Golden Manor.
A group that had once swept money into their coffers indiscriminately, taking any profitable venture without hesitation.
As a result, the wealth, power, and influence they commanded were staggering.
To what extent? Some said that given time, the Golden Manor could wage war against any major faction with the wealth they possessed; others claimed they could establish their own nation if they so desired.
Yet such was the Golden Manor.
Their sudden collapse was still shocking, even now.
They had vanished so completely, as if erased in a single night, that one might even question whether the word “collapse” was appropriate.
“Who would have thought the Golden Manor could disappear so utterly?”
“Indeed. I still cannot fathom how such a thing could happen.”
“Could the Immortal Ten Existences have been involved in…?”
“Surely not. That hardly seems possible.”
“Quite right. From what we understand, they prefer to avoid such conflicts.”
Then what on earth could it be……?
Even as they thought it impossible, the merchants’ minds spun with wild speculation.
According to rumor, the three merchant owners of the Golden Manor had been found at the base of a cliff with their skulls split open.
And all the vast Gold and Silver Treasures the Golden Manor had possessed had vanished without a trace.
What in the world could have happened?
And where had all that money gone?
The merchants swallowed hard.
With wealth like that, there was nothing in the world they couldn’t accomplish.
***
“Hmm. What a predicament.”
Yeo Unhui stood scratching his head in a cavernous Secret Chamber.
Before his eyes lay mountains of Gold and Silver Treasures piled high.
Enough to fill the entire vast room.
Just how much could all this be worth?
And where exactly was this place?
This Secret Chamber was known only to Yeo Unhui—a place no one else could ever discover.
A sanctuary belonging solely to him, impossible for others to find.
It was a location he had frequented during the Blood Demon Era, and it had remained undiscovered by anyone right up until before he met his end in his previous life.
Moreover, now that he had even deployed a Formation Technique using the Heavenly Martial Divine Art, the chamber had become utterly impenetrable to any outsider.
But what were all these vast treasures before Yeo Unhui’s eyes?
They were simply the riches he had carried away from the Golden Manor.
He’d left them untouched for some time, having been busy with other matters.
But now he was thinking it was time to put the money to work—the question was what to do with it.
For one thing, he wasn’t in any immediate need of funds.
Since joining the Peng family, he no longer had to worry about basic necessities.
When he’d first arrived at the Peng residence, he’d been little more than a dependent living off their charity, but now he earned a salary as the leader of the Baekrang Order.
Besides, as long as his wife and Yueli could live in happiness without want, wealth beyond a certain point was unnecessary.
So then… perhaps that should come first?
Yeo Unhui’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
A thought had been nagging at him of late.
That money and martial skill were not everything.
Though his Regression had granted him foreknowledge of coming events, allowing him to prepare, the information he possessed felt fragmented and scattered.
Some memories he recalled with perfect clarity, but many others remained hazy.
That was only natural.
He’d never dreamed he would Regress.
Before it happened, he’d had no reason to memorize information for future use.
Until now, he’d managed well enough with the memories that drifted back to him piece by piece, but he could no longer rely solely on what he remembered.
Moreover, history itself was already shifting bit by bit because of Yeo Unhui’s interventions.
Take Jegal Gil as an example.
By the original timeline, he should have had no reason to come to Hebei at this point.
According to the history Yeo Unhui knew, when the Sarim Dan encountered the Heuksaldae, only Jomin would survive alone, return to the Murim Alliance, and begin his subversive operations.
Then he would have lived out his life as the Blood Blossom Prince.
But through Yeo Unhui’s interference, both the Heuksaldae and the Sarim Dan—including Jomin—had met their deaths, and the altered flow of history had drawn Jegal Gil to Hebei.
As a result, he’d faced the crisis of his death far sooner than it should have come.
Yeo Unhui had followed his uneasy premonition even to the Murim Alliance, and that much at least had saved Jegal Gil’s life.
It was fortunate, but at the same time, his heart had sunk.
In that moment, Yeo Unhui had understood something with absolute certainty.
The history ahead would now flow in directions he could never have predicted.
If he could not read that current correctly, he would lose everything from this point onward.
He needed to understand the world anew, to grasp it completely.
Then there was only one thing he needed now.
A smile spread across Yeo Unhui’s face as he made his decision.
***
The great city of Beijing.
As the seat of the Emperor, the metropolis thrived in endless prosperity.
Through the streets of this sprawling, magnificent city walked a handsome man.
It was Yeo Unhui.
What business could have brought him to Beijing?
He soon entered a worn Gisaeng House.
It stood in the outermost reaches of Beijing, a shabby place that looked utterly out of place among all the gleaming buildings, drawing few visitors to its door.
“I apologize, but our business for the day has concluded.”
A young woman approached Yeo Unhui as he stepped into the Gisaeng House, speaking politely.
Yeo Unhui answered in an even tone.
“I didn’t come here for what goes in through the mouth.”
The woman’s expression shifted at once.
“Please wait a moment.”
When Yeo Unhui nodded, the woman disappeared deeper into the Gisaeng House.
After a brief interval, she returned.
“If you’ll follow me.”
Yeo Unhui was led by the woman into a room.
“You may wait here.”
The young woman who had shown Yeo Unhui in departed, and not long after, the door opened again to admit two figures.
A middle-aged woman and a young man who appeared to be her attendant.
The woman—evidently the proprietor of the Gisaeng House—possessed a certain refined glamour and allure, and she settled across from Yeo Unhui with an air of grace.
“What brings you here?”
Unlike the young woman who had nervously shown Yeo Unhui in, the middle-aged woman asked with a leisurely smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Yet beneath her gentle demeanor lay an undercurrent of pressure—a presence that would have made an ordinary person avert their gaze and stumble over their words.
But Yeo Unhui answered without concern.
“I’ve come seeking information.”
“Information? I’m afraid I don’t follow. This establishment deals in spirits and laughter.”
“I found the roundabout approach tedious, so I came directly to Beijing where your leaders are said to be. Let’s dispense with word games.”
That was the moment.
Whoosh!
Clash. Clash. Clash. Clash. Clash.
Before Yeo Unhui had finished speaking, five armed men emerged from nowhere, pressing their blades to his throat.
“Who are you?”
The woman’s voice, which had been soft moments before, turned glacial.
Her eyes narrowed to keen slits, utterly transformed from her earlier warmth.
“Who am I? I said I came to purchase information. Is this how Hao Wen treats its customers? I’m disappointed.”
“How did you know about this place?”
“If you want to know, pay for it. Or give me some information for free, just this once.”
Yeo Unhui laughed lightly as he spoke, and the woman’s gaze turned colder still.
“Are you so eager to die? I’m not joking around.”
“Neither am I. And besides.”
Boom.
A tremendous force erupted from Yeo Unhui’s body, hurling the five swordsmen who had held blades to his throat backward through the air.
Crash. Thud. Crash. Thud. Thud.
They slammed into the walls one by one and crumpled to the floor.
“Gah!”
“It’s commendable to be cautious, but don’t draw your blades so recklessly. I don’t wish to hurt anyone.”
The overwhelming pressure left everyone in the room pale and rigid.
The middle-aged woman’s voice trembled as she spoke.
“W-who are you?”
“Didn’t I tell you? A man come to purchase information.”
Yeo Unhui exhaled a long breath, then fixed his gaze not on the middle-aged woman, but on someone else.
“Enough of this. I came to speak with you.”
And the object of Yeo Unhui’s attention was the young man who had appeared to be the woman’s attendant.
He had an utterly ordinary face and bearing—the sort one might encounter anywhere in the world.
And yet—
“…How did you know?”
In an instant, the young man’s eyes and expression transformed.
As though he had become someone else entirely.

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