My Dad Is the Strongest Under Heaven
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Chapter 11. What Kind of Insane Combination Is This?
Hmph.
Even though the sun had set and night had fallen, the great city of Sichuan shone brilliantly.
Yeo Woonhwi had just arrived.
From Sodam Village to Sichuan.
For ordinary people, it was a distance they could hardly cover in three days of walking, but to Yeo Woonhwi, who had mastered the Heavenly Martial Divine Art, it was not far at all.
In particular, the lightness technique of the Heavenly Martial Divine Art drastically reduced the consumption of inner energy while propelling the user forward at tremendous speed.
To Yeo Woonhwi, Sichuan was truly no different from the neighboring village.
Currently, his Heavenly Martial Divine Art was at the second stage.
He could hardly fathom how much further his lightness technique would evolve as his mastery of the art deepened.
It truly seemed that the entire Central Plains becoming a neighboring village would not be impossible.
And so, he had reached Sichuan in a single breath.
There, Yeo Woonhwi stood on high ground overlooking the full panorama of Sichuan.
The wind blew violently against the open height, where nothing blocked its path.
Yet only the hem of Yeo Woonhwi’s robes fluttered; the fierce gale could not sway him in the slightest.
Having gazed down for a long time, his eyes narrowed the moment he seemed to spot something.
“Now then, shall we go?”
No sooner had the words left his lips than Yeo Woonhwi’s figure vanished from the spot.
The space fell empty.
Not a single trace remained to show that anyone had ever been there.
Thud, crack, thud, smash!
A gruesome sound echoed through the street.
Drunks brawling late at night was a common sight.
Yet this was no ordinary drunken brawl.
It was a one-sided beating.
“…Ugh, I was wrong. P-Please, spare… spare my life.”
The man, his face and entire body beaten to a bloody pulp, wept and begged incessantly, but it was of no use.
Tang Guhwi, his hands drenched in blood, shook his head.
“No, no. There is no need to beg like that. It’s not as though I’m doing this simply because you accidentally bumped into me. Hmm?”
Tang Guhwi curled the corners of his mouth with cold eyes.
The sight sent chills down the spines of all who watched.
Even his subordinates dared not intervene, merely watching in silence.
They knew all too well why Tang Guhwi was so enraged.
On days like this, no one could stop the Grand Young Master.
Except for the Patriarch.
“I simply needed a place to vent the anger inside me.”
“W-What do you… Aargh!”
As if his anger had not yet subsided, Tang Guhwi held out his hand toward a subordinate.
The subordinate promptly drew a throwing dagger and placed it in his palm.
Grin.
Tang Guhwi grabbed the leg of the collapsed man.
Then, with glistening eyes, he grinned viciously.
“Let’s just consider it bad luck on your part today. Hehehe.”
“N-No, please…….”
Slash.
Without hesitation, Tang Guhwi severed the tendon of the leg he held.
Instantly, blood spurted like a fountain.
“Gah, aaaaaagh! My leg, my leg……!”
The man’s scream tore through the air.
‘Heavens…….’
Those watching the scene trembled in sheer terror.
How could a human being act so cruelly?
Yet no one dared step forward to stop him.
To do so meant courting the same gruesome fate.
At some point, the Sichuan Tang Clan had ceased to be a prestigious martial family illuminating Sichuan and the pride of its people; instead, it had become an object of dread that brought terror at mere thought.
The root of the issue was Tang Guhwi’s vicious conduct, which had surfaced in earnest right after Poison Rain Dang Jin-woo, the Patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Clan, entered closed-door cultivation.
Moreover, the fact that Tang Guhwi was the Grand Young Master of the Sichuan Tang Clan drove the people of Sichuan to despair.
His position as Grand Young Master meant that, in the near future, Tang Guhwi would become the master of the clan.
The future of Sichuan felt utterly bleak.
Tang Guhwi had become an embodiment of fear and despair to the people of Sichuan.
And tonight, another unspeakable atrocity was added to his name.
Late though the hour was, the horrific news spread swiftly to every corner of Sichuan.
A short while later.
“…Just who is it? The scoundrel who ruined the Grand Young Master’s mood like this.”
“Just say the word. If it is the Grand Young Master’s request, I will bring you anyone’s head.”
The top floor of Cheonghwaru.
Flanking Tang Guhwi sat two old men, one with black hair and the other with white.
“Hearing two seniors speak such words puts this junior’s heart at ease.”
Tang Guhwi gave a light clasp of his hands in greeting.
Though called old men, the figures before his eyes were muscular giants of immense build, exuding an extraordinary, oppressive aura.
The Black and White Twin Demons.
Infamous fiends throughout the Central Plains, their combined assault was known to possess power matched by few in the martial world.
Yet there was another reason for their notorious reputation.
It was that they used the faction under their command to amass gruesome wealth—and the means of that fortune were none other than human trafficking and drugs.
No matter that the Shadow faction stopped at nothing for money, the Black and White Twin Demons were the vilest of the vile, enough to make even fellow Unorthodox martial artists shake their heads in disgust.
How many had wept tears of blood because of them, and how many had ultimately ended their own lives?
It would be no exaggeration to say hundreds at the very least, if not thousands.
Yet Tang Guhwi was now sharing a table with such infamous fiends.
“First, thank you for your hard work in coming all this way, Seniors. I am also grateful that you understood my request to conceal your identities as much as possible.”
At Tang Guhwi’s words, the Black and White Twin Demons grinned broadly.
“Think nothing of it. We are flexible enough for that much, are we not?”
“Indeed! What does such triviality matter? What matters is not such nonsense, but money, money!”
“Bwahaha! Well said. There is nothing in this world more important than money. Indeed, indeed.”
“You speak the absolute truth.”
Tang Guhwi nodded in agreement.
It was precisely for this purpose that he had arranged today’s meeting.
For greater power.
The Sichuan Tang Clan he would build in the future would not merely remain one of the Five Great Clans; it would aim for far greater heights.
To achieve that, above all else,
‘Money. I need money.’
Thus, he had chosen to join hands with the Black and White Twin Demons.
The Black and White Twin Demons had also welcomed Tang Guhwi’s proposal with open arms.
It was only natural.
Until now, their reach had been unable to extend into Sichuan.
That was entirely due to the presence of the Sichuan Tang Clan and its Patriarch, Poison Rain Dang Jin-woo.
Though they wielded poison, the Sichuan Tang Clan was indisputably part of the Orthodox faction.
Their abhorrence of drugs that deceived and ruined people, as well as the buying and selling of human lives for coin, was no different from any other Righteous sect.
Thus, with eyes blazing, the clan had guarded against the Black and White Twin Demons’ operations entering Sichuan; how could the fiends have dared dream of stepping foot here?
From the perspective of the Black and White Twin Demons, they had no choice but to gaze longingly at the massive market of Sichuan from afar.
Yet none other than Grand Young Master Tang Guhwi, the de facto successor of the Sichuan Tang Clan, had reached out to them first.
Could there be anything more welcome to the Black and White Twin Demons?
They stood to swallow Sichuan whole without getting a single drop of blood on their own hands…….
Hehehe.
It was for this very reason that they were grinning from ear to ear.
Tang Guhwi watched the Black and White Twin Demons burst into delighted laughter with cold, detached eyes.
‘Worthless trash…. But they certainly have their uses.’
Draining his cup in one gulp, Tang Guhwi wiped the corner of his mouth.
He had long believed that as long as someone could become his strength, the distinction between Orthodox, Unorthodox, or Demonic did not matter in the least.
He also believed that one should use any means and methods necessary to achieve what one desired.
Making petty distinctions was something only fools did.
Tang Guhwi’s view was that such superficial pretenses could always be claimed and discarded after everything was securely within his grasp.
Though whether such formalities would even be necessary once he possessed it all remained to be seen.
Thus, despite it being a gathering that the Grand Young Master of the Sichuan Tang Clan—a pillar of the Five Great Clans and the Righteous sects—should never have held, he had gone through great pains to arrange it.
Tang Guhwi intended to use the business of the Black and White Twin Demons to secure even greater wealth and authority in Sichuan.
For that purpose, human trafficking and drugs posed no moral issue to him whatsoever.
After all, someone beneath the heavens was bound to do it anyway.
What could possibly be wrong with him taking charge of it himself?
In any case, the Sichuan Tang Clan would eventually pass into his hands, and in the near future, he would become the sovereign of Sichuan.
No matter how exceptional that bastard Dang Mu-jun was!
And alongside the Sichuan Tang Clan, he would climb higher and higher.
After that, he would deal with Dang Mu-jun……!
It was just as Tang Guhwi’s thoughts reached that point.
BOOOOOM!
With a tremendous crash, the door of the room where Tang Guhwi and the Black and White Twin Demons sat was blown apart, and several figures came flying inside.
“Gaaah…….”
Tumbling across the floor amidst a cloud of pale dust were martial artists.
Looking closely, they were clearly the guards stationed to watch over the top floor of Cheonghwaru.
“Hm?”
At the sudden commotion, Tang Guhwi’s eyes narrowed.
Just then,
“Honestly, when someone asks you nicely to step aside, you really ought to step aside.”
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
There, a man with his face concealed by a black mask was slowly walking into the room.
Stopping three or four paces before the table in the center of the room, the man swept his gaze around the chamber.
Then,
“Well now. What kind of insane combination is this?”
The masked man let out a dry laugh.
“…Who the hell are you?”
In an instant, the room was thrown into disarray.
All because of this unidentified man who had just appeared.
“Me?”
At Tang Guhwi’s question, the masked man’s eyes curved in amusement.
“Just someone with a bit of business with you.”
