Chapter:5.
Heaven’s Best Village — The Weakest Under Heaven,
Kang Yu seated Hwangcheon and Myeon Jeonghoon across from him.
Both of them looked rather displeased—probably because they were hungry.
“Your food will be out soon. Sorry, but I’ll just keep eating what I’ve already started. Haha.”
“……”
Kang Yu stuffed a mouthful of Hopi Cheongcho (Tiger-Skin Green Herb) into his mouth.
Hwangcheon, who had somehow ended up sitting face-to-face with his target, quietly observed him.
So, even Gunjasan’s poison has deteriorated.
Neither he nor his clan master specialized in handling poisons, so the preservation had clearly been poor.
Next time I’ll need to learn proper storage methods before purchasing more.
As he made this mental note, Hwangcheon studied his target anew.
Up close, Kang Yu looked much younger than expected. His limbs were slender, and his skin was so pale it seemed he’d never been under the sun.
Altogether, he looked more like a pampered courtesan than a fighter.
Hwangcheon let out a silent scoff.
This weakling is the one who defeated our deputy clan master?
It was hard to believe.
Myeon Jeonghyuk, the deputy master of the Myeon Clan, was one of its greatest experts.
And yet, this fragile-looking boy had bested him?
The more Hwangcheon saw, the more convinced he became that the deputy master’s energy channels had simply gone haywire on their own—this brat had done nothing.
His gaze drifted to Kang Yu’s thin neck.
It looked so fragile that he felt certain he could sever it with a flick of the wrist.
His hand inched toward the dagger at his waist—
“You insane bastard! Don’t move!”
A desperate voice rang in his ear—it was Myeon Jeonghoon’s transmission.
The man who always maintained perfect decorum had just cursed out loud.
Hwangcheon blinked in confusion and turned to him.
“Why, what’s wro—”
“……”
Myeon Jeonghoon’s face was… strange.
Or rather, his color was strange.
He looked as if he had just seen a ghost—his face was deathly pale, and sweat was pouring down his temples.
“Is something wrong—”
“Use sound transmission, you idiot! You think I’d be talking to you like this for fun?!”
Myeon Jeonghoon’s eyes flared in panic.
Hwangcheon had never seen him like this before.
‘What’s going on, Clan Master?’
‘We’re screwed.’
‘What?’
‘We’re completely, utterly screwed!’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Look. Behind him.’
‘Where—’
‘Behind that bastard! You moron!’
Hwangcheon followed his gaze, toward the open window behind Kang Yu.
“Hmm?”
Under the moonlight, a small rat lay sprawled on the floor.
Its limbs were stretched stiff, like it had been taxidermied.
The sight felt oddly familiar—its twitching tail and flipped belly looked exactly like that monk they had poisoned a month ago on Gunjasan.
And then Myeon Jeonghoon explained.
‘That rat just ate some of the food scraps from his plate.’
‘What?’
‘The Hopi Cheongcho. It nibbled the greens he dropped on the floor, and the moment it did—it flipped over like that! Didn’t even twitch a few times before dying!’
‘That’s impossible… The poison must have degraded!’
Myeon Jeonghoon swallowed hard.
‘It didn’t. The poison’s still potent.’
‘What?’
‘Watch.’
He cautiously reached out toward the table and caught a fly midair.
Then he dipped its tiny mouth into a bit of leftover sauce the waiter had spilled earlier.
The fly twitched a few times… then vomited its insides out and died instantly.
Hwangcheon’s jaw dropped.
That was unmistakably the symptom of their Formless Poison.
And the rat below the window had clearly died from Gunjasan poison.
Both toxins—mixed in the food they had prepared—were working perfectly.
Yet the man eating it was sitting there perfectly fine.
“……”
Hwangcheon’s pupils trembled violently.
‘No… this can’t be…’
Myeon Jeonghoon gave a grim nod.
‘It’s the Body Immune to Ten Thousand Poisons.’
‘…!’
The phrase itself made Hwangcheon’s mind reel.
The legendary “Body Immune to Ten Thousand Poisons”—a physique said to be immune to all toxins in existence.
A myth told in cheap pulp novels—yet here it was, real and breathing.
And the proof was undeniable.
Everything now made sense—the deputy master’s collapse, the strange resilience, the unbothered appetite.
‘So his body really nullifies poison…’
‘Yes. I thought it was nonsense too, but we’re looking at it with our own eyes. Otherwise, how do you explain this?’
Cold sweat drenched both their faces.
If the man truly possessed such a body, his martial prowess must also be unimaginable.
Myeon Jeonghyuk’s defeat hadn’t been a fluke—this “weakling” had crushed him.
And to think, Hwangcheon had almost drawn his weapon against such a monster.
He shivered at the thought.
‘Why would someone like him be here, in a remote place like this…?’
‘I have no idea. But one thing’s certain—’
Myeon Jeonghoon swallowed hard, eyes locked on Kang Yu.
‘We’re utterly, completely doomed.’
Hwangcheon’s face went white.
Kang Yu chewed quietly, glancing between the two men.
They both looked terribly pale.
‘Ah… they must be offended.’
He realized belatedly that he had been eating alone while they sat hungry.
‘How thoughtless of me.’
He had meant well—he didn’t want to serve them leftovers—but in hindsight, he should have at least shared a little.
After all, even an old proverb said, “Even one bean should be shared.”
Feeling genuinely sorry, Kang Yu put down his chopsticks.
“Um…”
“Y-yes?”
He gently pushed the bowl of Hopi Cheongcho toward them.
“This part’s untouched. You should try some.”
“!!!!!”
Both men froze, staring at the bowl being slid toward them.
Hwangcheon frantically sent a sound transmission.
‘He knows! He must know we poisoned it! He’s toying with us, isn’t he?!’
Myeon Jeonghoon’s sweat poured down like rain.
‘I don’t know, you idiot! Why are you asking me? If you’re that curious, ask him yourself!’
Kang Yu’s kind gesture only deepened their despair.
He’d seen them, of course—picking at the fallen crumbs, pretending to swat flies.
‘They must be starving…’
Feeling guiltier by the second, Kang Yu stood up, picked up the entire bowl, and set it directly in front of them.
Then he gently pressed chopsticks into their trembling hands.
“Go on, please eat.”
“…”
“…”
Their eyes darted helplessly.
“Really, go ahead. I’ve had plenty.”
The continued “invitation” felt more like a death sentence.
They were drenched in sweat.
‘Wh-what do we do, Master?’
‘What do you think?!’
There was no mistaking it now—he knew.
This was deliberate.
He was playing with them before the kill.
‘Damn that fool Myeon Jeonghyuk… What the hell did he get us into…’
“Go on, it tingles a little on the tongue—it’s delicious.”
“……”
With no choice left, Myeon Jeonghoon picked up a piece of the cursed vegetable.
But his hand trembled so badly it only hovered near his mouth.
He glared at the food like it had murdered his family.
‘Damn it all…’
Eat, and die.
Don’t eat, and die anyway.
A perfect trap.
“Why aren’t you eating? Are you unwell?”
“N-no, it’s just…”
How could he answer that?
To ask “why” when you already know the answer—that was pure cruelty.
He finally understood his brother’s dying words:
‘That man… he’s a demon, brother. Don’t provoke him…’
And then—
“Ah, never mind. You don’t have to eat.”
“What?”
A miracle.
“Your food’s here!”
The waiter arrived, carrying new dishes.
Kang Yu smiled brightly.
“You don’t need to eat what I had. You can have this instead.”
“……”
Hwangcheon sent another desperate transmission.
‘Wh-what now, Master? What game is he playing this time?!’
But Myeon Jeonghoon was just as lost.
Maybe Kang Yu had seen their discomfort and decided to be merciful?
Then Kang Yu turned to the waiter.
“Ah, by the way, you didn’t forget what I asked you to add earlier, right?”
“Of course not! There wasn’t much left, but I mixed every last bit of it into the seasoning.”
“Ah, perfect. Thank you.”
Their blood ran cold.
Add? Mix in?
Myeon Jeonghoon swallowed and spoke up.
“E-excuse me… what exactly did you mix into the food?”
The waiter winked.
“Why, that stuff from earlier, of course.”
“That… stuff?”
He opened his robe slightly.
Two small poison vials gleamed at his waist.
The color drained completely from both their faces.
Heaven’s Best Village — The Weakest Under Heaven,
Chapter:05.
Kang Yu seated Hwangcheon and Myeon Jeonghoon across from him.
Both of them looked rather displeased—probably because they were hungry.
“Your food will be out soon. Sorry, but I’ll just keep eating what I’ve already started. Haha.”
“……”
Kang Yu stuffed a mouthful of Hopi Cheongcho (Tiger-Skin Green Herb) into his mouth.
Hwangcheon, who had somehow ended up sitting face-to-face with his target, quietly observed him.
So, even Gunjasan’s poison has deteriorated.
Neither he nor his clan master specialized in handling poisons, so the preservation had clearly been poor.
Next time I’ll need to learn proper storage methods before purchasing more.
As he made this mental note, Hwangcheon studied his target anew.
Up close, Kang Yu looked much younger than expected. His limbs were slender, and his skin was so pale it seemed he’d never been under the sun.
Altogether, he looked more like a pampered courtesan than a fighter.
Hwangcheon let out a silent scoff.
This weakling is the one who defeated our deputy clan master?
It was hard to believe.
Myeon Jeonghyuk, the deputy master of the Myeon Clan, was one of its greatest experts.
And yet, this fragile-looking boy had bested him?
The more Hwangcheon saw, the more convinced he became that the deputy master’s energy channels had simply gone haywire on their own—this brat had done nothing.
His gaze drifted to Kang Yu’s thin neck.
It looked so fragile that he felt certain he could sever it with a flick of the wrist.
His hand inched toward the dagger at his waist—
“You insane bastard! Don’t move!”
A desperate voice rang in his ear—it was Myeon Jeonghoon’s transmission.
The man who always maintained perfect decorum had just cursed out loud.
Hwangcheon blinked in confusion and turned to him.
“Why, what’s wro—”
“……”
Myeon Jeonghoon’s face was… strange.
Or rather, his color was strange.
He looked as if he had just seen a ghost—his face was deathly pale, and sweat was pouring down his temples.
“Is something wrong—”
“Use sound transmission, you idiot! You think I’d be talking to you like this for fun?!”
Myeon Jeonghoon’s eyes flared in panic.
Hwangcheon had never seen him like this before.
‘What’s going on, Clan Master?’
‘We’re screwed.’
‘What?’
‘We’re completely, utterly screwed!’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Look. Behind him.’
‘Where—’
‘Behind that bastard! You moron!’
Hwangcheon followed his gaze, toward the open window behind Kang Yu.
“Hmm?”
Under the moonlight, a small rat lay sprawled on the floor.
Its limbs were stretched stiff, like it had been taxidermied.
The sight felt oddly familiar—its twitching tail and flipped belly looked exactly like that monk they had poisoned a month ago on Gunjasan.
And then Myeon Jeonghoon explained.
‘That rat just ate some of the food scraps from his plate.’
‘What?’
‘The Hopi Cheongcho. It nibbled the greens he dropped on the floor, and the moment it did—it flipped over like that! Didn’t even twitch a few times before dying!’
‘That’s impossible… The poison must have degraded!’
Myeon Jeonghoon swallowed hard.
‘It didn’t. The poison’s still potent.’
‘What?’
‘Watch.’
He cautiously reached out toward the table and caught a fly midair.
Then he dipped its tiny mouth into a bit of leftover sauce the waiter had spilled earlier.
The fly twitched a few times… then vomited its insides out and died instantly.
Hwangcheon’s jaw dropped.
That was unmistakably the symptom of their Formless Poison.
And the rat below the window had clearly died from Gunjasan poison.
Both toxins—mixed in the food they had prepared—were working perfectly.
Yet the man eating it was sitting there perfectly fine.
“……”
Hwangcheon’s pupils trembled violently.
‘No… this can’t be…’
Myeon Jeonghoon gave a grim nod.
‘It’s the Body Immune to Ten Thousand Poisons.’
‘…!’
The phrase itself made Hwangcheon’s mind reel.
The legendary “Body Immune to Ten Thousand Poisons”—a physique said to be immune to all toxins in existence.
A myth told in cheap pulp novels—yet here it was, real and breathing.
And the proof was undeniable.
Everything now made sense—the deputy master’s collapse, the strange resilience, the unbothered appetite.
‘So his body really nullifies poison…’
‘Yes. I thought it was nonsense too, but we’re looking at it with our own eyes. Otherwise, how do you explain this?’
Cold sweat drenched both their faces.
If the man truly possessed such a body, his martial prowess must also be unimaginable.
Myeon Jeonghyuk’s defeat hadn’t been a fluke—this “weakling” had crushed him.
And to think, Hwangcheon had almost drawn his weapon against such a monster.
He shivered at the thought.
‘Why would someone like him be here, in a remote place like this…?’
‘I have no idea. But one thing’s certain—’
Myeon Jeonghoon swallowed hard, eyes locked on Kang Yu.
‘We’re utterly, completely doomed.’
Hwangcheon’s face went white.
Kang Yu chewed quietly, glancing between the two men.
They both looked terribly pale.
‘Ah… they must be offended.’
He realized belatedly that he had been eating alone while they sat hungry.
‘How thoughtless of me.’
He had meant well—he didn’t want to serve them leftovers—but in hindsight, he should have at least shared a little.
After all, even an old proverb said, “Even one bean should be shared.”
Feeling genuinely sorry, Kang Yu put down his chopsticks.
“Um…”
“Y-yes?”
He gently pushed the bowl of Hopi Cheongcho toward them.
“This part’s untouched. You should try some.”
“!!!!!”
Both men froze, staring at the bowl being slid toward them.
Hwangcheon frantically sent a sound transmission.
‘He knows! He must know we poisoned it! He’s toying with us, isn’t he?!’
Myeon Jeonghoon’s sweat poured down like rain.
‘I don’t know, you idiot! Why are you asking me? If you’re that curious, ask him yourself!’
Kang Yu’s kind gesture only deepened their despair.
He’d seen them, of course—picking at the fallen crumbs, pretending to swat flies.
‘They must be starving…’
Feeling guiltier by the second, Kang Yu stood up, picked up the entire bowl, and set it directly in front of them.
Then he gently pressed chopsticks into their trembling hands.
“Go on, please eat.”
“…”
“…”
Their eyes darted helplessly.
“Really, go ahead. I’ve had plenty.”
The continued “invitation” felt more like a death sentence.
They were drenched in sweat.
‘Wh-what do we do, Master?’
‘What do you think?!’
There was no mistaking it now—he knew.
This was deliberate.
He was playing with them before the kill.
‘Damn that fool Myeon Jeonghyuk… What the hell did he get us into…’
“Go on, it tingles a little on the tongue—it’s delicious.”
“……”
With no choice left, Myeon Jeonghoon picked up a piece of the cursed vegetable.
But his hand trembled so badly it only hovered near his mouth.
He glared at the food like it had murdered his family.
‘Damn it all…’
Eat, and die.
Don’t eat, and die anyway.
A perfect trap.
“Why aren’t you eating? Are you unwell?”
“N-no, it’s just…”
How could he answer that?
To ask “why” when you already know the answer—that was pure cruelty.
He finally understood his brother’s dying words:
‘That man… he’s a demon, brother. Don’t provoke him…’
And then—
“Ah, never mind. You don’t have to eat.”
“What?”
A miracle.
“Your food’s here!”
The waiter arrived, carrying new dishes.
Kang Yu smiled brightly.
“You don’t need to eat what I had. You can have this instead.”
“……”
Hwangcheon sent another desperate transmission.
‘Wh-what now, Master? What game is he playing this time?!’
But Myeon Jeonghoon was just as lost.
Maybe Kang Yu had seen their discomfort and decided to be merciful?
Then Kang Yu turned to the waiter.
“Ah, by the way, you didn’t forget what I asked you to add earlier, right?”
“Of course not! There wasn’t much left, but I mixed every last bit of it into the seasoning.”
“Ah, perfect. Thank you.”
Their blood ran cold.
Add? Mix in?
Myeon Jeonghoon swallowed and spoke up.
“E-excuse me… what exactly did you mix into the food?”
The waiter winked.
“Why, that stuff from earlier, of course.”
“That… stuff?”
He opened his robe slightly.
Two small poison vials gleamed at his waist.
