My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 91

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Episode 91. Won? How?

It was a cold voice she’d never heard before.
“Go on ahead. We’ll see each other again.”
“I’m sorry? What do you mean——”
“And.”

Dang Mujun’s gaze descended upon Dan Mok Hwaryeon.

At that look, Dan Mok Hwaryeon’s body shrank back without her realizing it.

“I’d appreciate it if you showed at least basic courtesy between people from now on. Today—no, since you came to the Peng Clan, I think you’ve crossed the line far too many times.”
“I, I wasn’t……”

Dan Mok Hwaryeon’s lips trembled.
It was the first time. The first time she’d ever received such a look from Dang Mujun.
Because he had always been so gentle, Dan Mok Hwaryeon couldn’t help but panic.
She tried to say something—an excuse or anything—but shock had frozen her mind, and no words would come.
This was… all of this was——

‘Because of you.’

Dan Mok Hwaryeon glared savagely at Peng Seyeon without giving a thought to what she herself had done.
At that fierce gaze directed toward Peng Seyeon, everyone watching let out a breath of disbelief.
But Dan Mok Hwaryeon, as if oblivious to the reactions of those around her, gnashed her teeth at Peng Seyeon.

“Just you wait. I’ll make sure you regret this.”
“I told you before—it won’t happen. So don’t waste your energy on empty threats.”

Peng Seyeon smiled faintly.
It was the smile of someone to whom Dan Mok Hwaryeon meant nothing at all.
The Peng Seyeon who had worried and feared losing in today’s sparring match was gone.
Standing there now was the woman Dan Mok Hwaryeon could never surpass, no matter how hard she struggled.
With this single sparring match against Dan Mok Hwaryeon, Peng Seyeon had reclaimed her old self.
Dan Mok Hwaryeon bit her lip so hard it bled, watching that figure.
She stared at Peng Seyeon with murder in her eyes for a moment, then turned and left.
She had come with three companions, but she departed alone.
It was as pathetic and shabby a sight as could be.
Watching Dan Mok Hwaryeon’s retreating back as she vanished without so much as an apology, Hwang Bo Cheonwoo clicked his tongue.
“Tsk, tsk. How does one even deal with that filthy temperament? The Patriarch of the Danmok Clan must have quite the headache.”

At Hwang Bo Cheonwoo’s words, Dang Mujun laughed softly.
If anything, he suspected the Patriarch of the Hwang Bo Clan had worries of his own that were hardly less troublesome.
In any case, the outcome of today’s sparring match was certainly not one they could have predicted.
Even if it was a pleasant outcome.
Hwang Bo Cheonwoo, finally able to catch his breath, stretched with a soft chuckle.

“It’s quite a shock, isn’t it?”
“I’d say so. No one saw this coming.”

Once word of this got out, Dan Mok Hwaryeon would become the laughingstock of everyone.
She had picked the fight, challenged to the sparring match of her own accord, and suffered such a complete and perfect defeat.
And——

“Whew, what a force.”

Hwang Bo Cheonwoo strode toward where Peng Seyeon stood, marveling at the utterly devastated floor of the Sparring Arena.
Dang Mujun felt the same.

Their eyes then turned toward Peng Seyeon.
Though she had responded to Dan Mok Hwaryeon with firmness and strength, she still seemed unable to quite believe the outcome of today’s Sparring Match.

“Wow, you were really amazing out there.”
“Hmm?”
“You really did take a long break from training, didn’t you? No, wait—you didn’t tell us and just went into seclusion to practice Martial Arts, did you?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Come on, you just got lucky.”
“Since when did luck become something so terrifying that you can see it plain as day? Hmm? Tell me how to get some of that luck so I can become the greatest martial master under Heaven.”
“What would you do if you became the greatest martial master under Heaven?”
“Get our father to stop teasing me.”
“That’s modest of you.”
“But I have a feeling even if you became the greatest martial master under Heaven, your father wouldn’t stop teasing you.”
“What?”
“I think so too.”

Among everyone they knew, Hwang Bo Cheonwoo’s father was the one who loved to joke around the most.
Hwang Bo Cheonwoo blinked at the words of Peng Seyeon and Dang Mujun, then let out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders and laughing with a hearty “ha!”
“Anyway, you’ve worked so hard. And you still won! That’s incredible! Haha!”

At Hwang Bo Cheonwoo’s words, Dang Mujun nodded in agreement while looking at Peng Seyeon.

“Thank you.”

In response to the congratulations from both of them, Peng Seyeon smiled faintly.
Then Hwang Bo Cheonwoo soon bowed his head and offered an apology.

“I’m sorry! I’m the one who suggested we come see you while we were here, and look what happened.”
Hwang Bo Cheonwoo was apologizing for having first brought up the idea of going to see Peng Seyeon since the Peng Clan was nearby while they were in Beijing.
At his words, Peng Seyeon jumped in alarm and waved her hands frantically.
“No, don’t think like that. How is any of this your fault? But more importantly—shouldn’t you be following after her?”
“Who? Oh, that woman? Ah, let her go. I’m tired of dealing with her.”

Hwang Bo Cheonwoo jumped back with obvious disgust.
Though he hadn’t said it aloud, Dang Mujun beside him seemed to share the same sentiment.
Until now, he had simply indulged Dan Mok Hwaryeon’s complaints, thinking what will be will be, but he no longer wished to do so.
Her behavior since arriving at the Peng Clan had been nothing short of atrocious.

“Anyway, let’s just forget about it now.”
“Forget? Who decides that?”

Then, at Hwang Bo Cheonwoo’s words, Peng Sejin, who had kept silent until now, opened his mouth.

“What more is there to do here… yeah.”
“Be quiet. You muscle-head.”
“Yes.”

The reason Hwang Bo Cheonwoo nodded obediently even to Peng Sejin’s blunt words.
It was because there was something off in Peng Sejin’s eyes.
Those were the savage eyes Peng Sejin carried when entering combat—the gaze of the man called Gwangryong.
Though they might not have noticed at other times, his childhood friends had long since learned that it was unwise to argue with or provoke Peng Sejin when his eyes held that look.

“There’s no way we’re letting this slide as is. Absolutely not. This is just the beginning.”

For whatever reason, it was fortunate that his sister had won the Sparring Match.
It seemed his older brother must have made some arrangements beforehand.
Because he had anticipated this outcome, he had felt no worry.
But that didn’t mean he had any intention of letting Dan Mok Hwaryeon’s actions slide.
Even as she left, Dan Mok Hwaryeon never apologized once, spouting nothing but ridiculous nonsense before she departed.
Peng Sejin had no intention of letting her off easy.
Then what are you going to do?
Peng Sejin resolved to lodge a formal protest with the Danmok Clan over this matter.
Openly, for all to see—spreading the story far and wide across the entire city.
Starting with Dan Mok Hwaryeon’s discourteous words and behavior upon coming to the Peng Clan itself, all the way to how she provoked conflict, requested the sparring match first, suffered defeat in legitimate combat, and then stubbornly refused to accept it—throwing a fit until the very end.
Every last bit of it.
It was so scandalous—something unimaginable for one of the Three Peaks to have done—that the rumors would spread quickly.
There would be no way for her to escape it.
After all, not only had members of the Peng Clan witnessed it clearly, but Dang Mujun and Hwang Bo Cheonwoo had seen everything as well.
So Peng Sejin intended to make the Danmok Clan and Dan Mok Hwaryeon a laughingstock over this.
In particular, he meant to ensure that Dan Mok Hwaryeon wouldn’t be able to hold her head up for quite some time.

‘She walked right into it.’

Even before this, he had never liked the way she constantly picked at Peng Seyeon whenever the opportunity arose.
But back then, Peng Seyeon possessed skill beyond her reach, so she hadn’t dared to provoke her. Now that he thought she could be beaten, she had thrown herself at the challenge without hesitation.
Ha! The Peng Clan must have seemed quite easy to dismiss.
He intended to teach her very clearly what happened when one crossed the Peng Clan.
She would come to regret bitterly that she hadn’t simply bowed her head and begged for forgiveness back then.
But would the world ever know?
That Peng Sejin was a man with such a long and bitter memory.

“Heheheh.”

Already imagining the humiliation that awaited Dan Mok Hwaryeon, Peng Sejin laughed with sinister satisfaction.
Peng Seyeon, Dang Mujun, and Hwang Bo Cheonwoo all exchanged hollow smiles as they watched him.
In any case, he was clearly a man one never wanted to make an enemy of.
It was then.

Growl.

A sound suddenly rumbled from Hwang Bo Cheonwoo’s stomach.

“Goodness, you startled me.”
“Ha! Well, with everything going on, I haven’t managed to eat properly, you see.”
“You ate two whole bowls of noodles this morning.”
“But I didn’t eat anything else.”
“You’re something else, you know that? Absolutely something else.”
“In truth, I haven’t had a meal yet either.”
“Is that so? Come then. Shall we go get something to eat?”
“What do you say?”
“And tonight, let’s shake off this unfortunate mood we’ve been wallowing in and spend the evening in good spirits, enjoying some fine food and drink.”

The sparring match between Peng Seyeon and Dan Mok Hwaryeon ended thus, leaving an unexpected result in its wake.
And now it was time to satisfy their hunger.

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“She… won?”
“Yes.”

In the Peng Clan Head’s Chamber.
At Jigeom’s report, Peng Mugang tilted his head in confusion.

“How?”
“Pardon?”

How?
Jigeom answered in a voice that betrayed unusual bewilderment.

“She won by fighting fairly in the sparring match, sir.”
“So you’re saying she fought fairly and… Seyeon won? Tell me the details of that.”
“Well….”

Jigeom soon explained methodically what he had witnessed.
From before the sparring match began to how it progressed and ended.

“So the Danmok Clan girl used the Falling Star Twelve Sword, and Seyeon countered with the Iron Blood Star Plucking Blade and won?”
“Yes. Miss Seyeon’s Iron Blood Star Plucking Blade was most beautiful and exquisite.”

The Iron Blood Star Plucking Blade was quite distinct from other saber techniques of the Peng Clan.
Compared to the other aggressive and practical saber methods of the Peng Clan, the Iron Blood Star Plucking Blade pursued something more mystical, elegant, and swift—a technique that proved surprisingly difficult to perfect despite what one might expect.
Moreover, until reaching mastery, its efficiency lagged behind other techniques, which meant few chose to study it.
Yet Peng Seyeon had harbored a particular fondness for learning the Iron Blood Star Plucking Blade since childhood.
He’d thought she’d forgotten it all.
And yet she’d defeated the Danmok girl’s Falling Star Twelve Sword with that very technique.
No matter how talented she was, given the difference in years of training, it should have been impossible to defeat a Danmok prodigy—how on earth had she managed it?
Hmm.
Well, what did it matter?
His daughter had won the sparring match. That was enough.
Against one of the Six Dragons Three Peaks, no less—the Danmok Clan child.
He’d honestly counted himself fortunate if she simply avoided embarrassment, so this unexpected outcome left even Peng Mugang astonished.
A smile soon spread across his face.

“That girl. She really did inherit talent from me, after all.”

Like all parents, Peng Mugang believed his children’s strengths were inherited from himself.
Of course, Dan Hee Young would never accept such a claim.
In any case, that day Peng Mugang was in such high spirits he laughed heartily the whole while.

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