My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85. A Raucous Gathering

“Well then, since we’re all here like this, why don’t we bring back that old game? What do you say, Crown Prince?”
That? What’s that?
Peng Sejin let out a heavy sigh, as though he understood what Gu Wangbiao meant.
“…You only call me that when it suits you.”
“Khahahaha! Why fret over such details? What’s good is good, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Peng Sejin reluctantly nodded his head.
Yeo Unhui, utterly lost, wore a bewildered expression on his face.
Soon Gu Wangbiao turned toward him with a delighted grin and asked a question.
“Can you drink, lad?”
“Drink, you say?”
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“…Phew! Hgh. Now it’s your turn!”
A man who had just drained a massive cup brimming with liquor wiped his mouth and spoke.
Then,
“Hmph! Playing the tough one doesn’t suit you.”
Do Gyeong, sitting across from him, let out a soft laugh and reached for the large wine cup set before her.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she threw back the entire contents in one long gulp.
Having drained the cup in an instant, Do Gyeong smiled with utter composure.

“Kh. All gone. Your turn again, it seems?”
“Ugh! You think I’m about to lose like this? Not a chance! Absolutely not! Besides, there’s nowhere I won’t win, but against Baekrangdae? Never! And to a woman? Not in drinking! Never! Never! Absolu—”
“Tch, why’s your tongue run so long? What, trying to digest in the meantime? Drink now! Come on!”
“Alright, alright. I’m drinking!”
The man, caught in his clumsy stalling tactic, reluctantly raised the cup to his lips.
Then he brought it to his mouth with all his resolve.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.
He seemed to be putting up a decent fight, but soon his eyes widened.

“Ack. Ugghhhhh!”

The man collapsed on the spot, vomiting all over the floor.

“Tsk! Shameful, spewing drink like that. Such a waste.”
“Do Gyeong, five wins in a row!”

As Do Gyeong of Baekrangdae leisurely raised her cup, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Rooooaaaar!

The man who had collapsed was soon gently set aside in a corner of the inn.
There were four others lying in similar condition at that spot.
“Next turn is mine!”
“No, it’s my turn next!”

This was a sprawling inn of considerable size near the Hebei Peng Estate.
Members of Baekrangdae, Baekmu Squad, and Baekho Squad were all mixed together, drinking.
Some sat chatting amiably over their cups, while others raised their voices in heated argument.
And in yet another corner, drinking contests were underway.
The inn had become absolute chaos with the drinking revelry of the Peng Clan’s martial disciples.
The serving staff were run ragged to the point of exhaustion, yet the innkeeper beamed with unbridled delight.
And for good reason.
Such profitable nights were far from common.
Watching his subordinates engage in drinking matches, Gu Wangbiao let out a hearty laugh and bellowed.

“Baekmu Squad, don’t lose to the others in drinking today. And listen! Anyone I catch expelling intoxication through Internal Energy will face expulsion! Expulsion!”
“That’s not the right time to use that word, is it?”
“Ah, Sejin, your problem is you fret over such trifles—trifles! And look, you haven’t even finished the cup I poured for you. Come now, drink it down properly. I’ll pour you another.”
“No, please. I really can’t drink anymore… Ugh!”

Gu Wangbiao paid no mind to Peng Sejin’s protests and simply shoved the wine cup straight into his mouth.
Peng Sejin thrashed about, but the cup had already emptied down his throat.

“See how well it goes down? What do you mean there’s no room for more? Tch.”
“Ow! I have mountains of work waiting for me tomorrow morning! I can’t be drinking like this!”
“Ah, haven’t I told you time and again? Tomorrow’s troubles are tomorrow’s concern. How can you forget such wisdom so easily!”
“That’s not wisdom—that’s the devil’s whisper urging me toward ruin!”
“I still can’t fathom who decided to call such a meticulous fellow Gwangryong.”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“One more cup for you. Here.”
Peng Sejin let out a cry as Gu Wangbiao poured yet another drink into his cup and silently pressured him to finish it at once.
“No! Be honest with me—your troubles don’t come from work piling up. You’ve developed a drinking habit!”
“Ah, that’s harsh language for an old man barely recovered from a long illness, Crown Prince.”
“You only call me that when it suits you!”
“Tut, tut. Is it so wrong for an old man with little time left to gather a few happy memories with young folk like yourselves?”
…….
Here was Peng Sejin—always quick-witted and brimming with composure—utterly helpless, just shrieking his objections to the heavens. It was a rare sight indeed.
Fair enough; even cleverness rings hollow if one refuses to listen. Peng Sejin’s floundering was entirely justified.
As Gu Wangbiao kept drinking with evident relish, he suddenly turned to Yeo Unhui with a curious look.
“You know, you can really hold your liquor, can’t you?”
“Me? Ah, I suppose so. Haha.”

Indeed, Yeo Unhui was drinking at a pace that matched Gu Wangbiao’s—a true drinker among drinkers—yet remained utterly composed, completely unaffected.
And he wasn’t even using his internal energy to burn away the intoxication.
With that delicate face of his, one would never have guessed he could drink at all. It was entirely unexpected.
In fact, Yeo Unhui rarely sought out wine, so he had never truly measured his own capacity.
Gu Wangbiao, looking delighted, kept pouring into Yeo Unhui’s cup.
Each time, Yeo Unhui drank it all without hesitation.
Yet his face never flushed, and no signs of intoxication appeared.
Instead, Gu Wangbiao’s own face began to redden as intoxication slowly crept over him.
He found the situation increasingly irritating.

“Elder, you seem drunk now. Perhaps you should stop.”
“Nonsense! I’m not the slightest bit intoxicated.”

Though Peng Sejin tried to stop him, Gu Wangbiao clung stubbornly to his drinker’s pride.

“You’re quite impressive. Good, good. Let’s see who passes out first!”
“I don’t particularly mind if I’m the first to go.”
“Bah! That spoils the game, admitting defeat already! Let’s see this through to the end!”
…….

There are such people.
They’ll concede on everything else, but the one thing they will never accept is that someone else can drink better than they can.
We call such people the Obstinate Drunkard.
And that obstinate drunkard stood directly before Yeo Unhui.

“Come, come, come! More, more! Drink! Drink! Hahahaha!”
As Gu Wangbiao ramped up his drinking, even those who had been trying to show restraint began to drink openly again.
Thus the modest gathering meal became a raucous affair, with everyone drinking like wild horses let loose from their reins.
And then,

“Ugh… I’m getting drunk. Really drunk.”
“Perhaps we should stop now.”
“But you’re not drunk yet. How could I?”
“I’m quite drunk as well. The room is spinning.”
“Hmm? Is that so? Tut, tut. Now that you mention it, you do seem to be swaying.”

Yes. That’s just your eyes playing tricks on you from drink.
Gu Wangbiao had drunk so heavily that he’d gone completely numb—it was his vision that made Yeo Unhui seem to sway and stumble.
He glanced around. Everyone else was sprawled out cold.
Now that he thought about it, Peng Sejin had disappeared at some point. The man must have read the room and slipped away.
He’d suffered through these gatherings more than once before, so Peng Sejin had learned to hate them despite his usual composure.
Hmm.
Yeo Unhui surveyed the scene slowly.
He could let these fools wake up in the morning and find their own way home, but he couldn’t very well abandon Elder Gu Wangbiao here.
So Yeo Unhui hoisted him onto his back and began the slow walk back to the Peng Clan estate.
He could have used Lightness Martial Arts to return quickly, and the night was young enough for it, but the night air felt pleasant and he wanted to let the drink wear off a bit, so he simply walked.
Besides, it wasn’t really that far.
How long had he been walking?

“Hold it right there.”

As Yeo Unhui made his way back to the Peng Clan estate with Gu Wangbiao on his back, someone suddenly blocked his path.
Though the night was deep, the moonlight burned unusually bright, so he could see his opponent’s figure clearly.
A swordsman in black clothes—tall, with long arms and legs.
What’s this?

“I won’t waste words. Put him down and go. If you value your life.”
“What’s this about?”
“There’s someone with a grudge against him. Don’t make me repeat myself—just leave. Do that, and I’ll let you live.”
The man snarled with menacing intent.
But Yeo Unhui, showing no fear whatsoever, replied coolly.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Besides, he’s unconscious drunk.”
“A martial artist must always be ready for combat. If he isn’t, that’s his own fault. Tsk. It seems you have no intention of stepping aside.”
He drew his long blade with one swift motion.
Then,
“Very well. If you’re so eager for death, then die!”

Screech—

He brought his sword down in a swift arc, fully intending to cleave through both Yeo Unhui and Gu Wangbiao in one stroke.
But then,

Click.

The blade stopped dead in Yeo Unhui’s hand—caught with almost casual ease.

“Wh—what?”

The man’s eyes went wide.
Unable to comprehend what had happened, he threw his strength into pulling the sword free, but it wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Let go, you bastard!”
“If you have a grudge with someone like him, you’re probably not much better than he is. Am I right?”
“So what if I am!”
“Well, in that case—”

Crack.
Snap!

Yeo Unhui simply clenched his fist around the blade, and the sword shattered in half.
The swordsman stared blankly at his broken blade for a moment, then looked up at Yeo Unhui with trembling eyes.

“I… I beg your pardon, but who are you?”
“Someone who’d rather not even dream of seeing scum like you. And you’re asking too late.”
“No, wait—just a moment! Something’s very wrong here—”

There was no need to listen further.
Yeo Unhui flicked his fingers with a casual motion.
It was the last thing the owner of the broken sword would remember in this life.
And yet,

“You there.”
Gu Wangbiao, who had been riding on Yeo Unhui’s back all this while, suddenly opened his mouth.
“Ah? You’re awake?”
“So you were hiding your true skill.”
“Ha ha…….”
“Doesn’t look it, but you’re quite… quite the drinker. One more cup… just one more… I can’t lose to someone so young… it’d be shameful… shame… Shhhhhnore!”
“…….”

Even as Gu Wangbiao mumbled drunkenly on his back, Yeo Unhui couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
He had to admit—this was quite a remarkable man.
In any case, the night deepened further still.
The wild gathering of three martial powers had come to an end.

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