My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 109

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Episode 109. Feng Long Hun Yuan Gong
I will take responsibility for all of you.
When you reach an impasse, come find me. I’ll resolve it for you.
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, every member of the Baeklang Dae felt a lump rise in their throats, their eyes reddening.
Where else would they have heard such words?
His sincerity made it all the more moving.
Whether he truly resolved their problems or not, nothing had changed yet, but his words alone brought them comfort.
“So don’t fill your heads with needless worries. Instead, dedicate yourselves fully to your training. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!”
The entire Baeklang Dae answered with voices that carried more resolve than ever before.
Yeo Un-hwi seemed pleased by their response, a satisfied smile crossing his face.
And then,
“Now, the real business begins.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s expression grew deadly serious.

“I think the preparations are finally complete.”
“Yes? For what…?”
“You all said you wanted to become stronger, didn’t you?”
“…!”
Yes, they had.
That was why the entire Baeklang Dae had sought him out and made their request.
To grow stronger. To become powerful. They had begged him to make it so.
For that reason, from then until now, they had endured only grueling training to build their physical strength,
and by now it had become so routine that they’d nearly forgotten their original purpose.
But preparations were complete, he’d said.
Could it mean…?
“Sir, surely you don’t mean…?”
All at once, the eyes of every Baeklang Dae member widened as understanding dawned.
Yeo Un-hwi nodded.

“Yes. Now I will teach you new martial arts suited to each of you.”

At his words, all their faces brightened.
They clenched their fists, as though they’d already succeeded.
And rightly so. How long had they all waited for this moment?
What had seemed so distant now stood before them at last.
Some were already shouting and leaping with excitement, as if they’d already won.
Yeo Un-hwi smiled at their enthusiasm.
“Then, shall we go?”
“Yes? Where to, sir?”
“Over there.”
All eyes followed the direction of Yeo Un-hwi’s pointing finger.
He was gesturing toward the highest peak of the mountain nearest the Hebei Peng Estate.
***
Crack-crack-crunch!
Rummmmmble.
Moments after Yeo Un-hwi pointed his finger at the peak,
the Baeklang Dae members who arrived at that place witnessed something unbelievable.
A boulder dozens of times the size of Yeo Un-hwi himself lay shattered into fragments.
It had certainly not broken on its own.
It was the result of Yeo Un-hwi demonstrating the martial arts he would teach them.
“Hah… hah-ha…”
Everyone’s jaws dropped at the staggering power.
It was in a completely different league from the ordinary martial arts they had been using until now.
“This is the Feng Long Hun Yuan Gong that you will learn from now on.”
“Feng Long… Hun Yuan Gong.”
It was an extraordinarily superior technique that contained speed and sharpness in their purest form, and could be adapted for use with various weapons.
Yeo Un-hwi was confident that among all the martial arts learned collectively by any single Martial Force Unit, none surpassed this one.
And it was a technique he had created by combining several martial arts found in the memories he had inherited from a Martial Saint.
In truth, Yeo Un-hwi had spent his entire life reading books.
Though he had lived as a Blood Demon before the Regression, he had never formally studied martial arts, never trained, never created a single technique of his own.
So how could such a man understand the physical condition and training of warriors, matters of aptitude assessment, and possess martial arts to transmit to others?
It was possible only because Yeo Un-hwi had inherited everything from the Martial Saint.
The Martial Saint’s memories, the martial arts he possessed, and the vast knowledge surrounding them felt nothing like ordinary memory—rather like opening a library’s shelves and reading books one by one as needed.
Within it lay the finest materials on martial study, experiences, and knowledge.
Given enough time, one could master not merely martial arts but every aspect of martial study completely and thoroughly—such was their magnitude.
During his Blood Demon years, he had never had occasion to use it, nor had he cared to.
Even then, when he could have taken his time and held the position of the world’s greatest master, Yeo Un-hwi had shown no interest in such things, obsessing instead only with seeking out and slaying the wicked.
Consequently, he always bore grave wounds and internal injuries, and never had the chance to let the Martial Saint’s martial arts truly settle into his body.
‘I was a fool. No matter how consumed I was by vengeance.’
Looking back now, there was not a shred of counterargument—it had been truly, desperately foolish.
He had kicked away the opportunity that had rolled to his feet and deliberately made things harder for himself, and now, reflecting on it, he found it laughable.
What stubbornness that had been. Or rather, obsession would be the proper word.
To that extent, Yeo Un-hwi had lived a life blinded by vengeance.
Honestly, if judged by that era alone, no one was less deserving of inheriting everything from the Martial Saint than Yeo Un-hwi.
He would live differently now.
In this life, at least, Yeo Un-hwi would have no part in such foolishness as he had committed before the Regression.
“From now on, you will conduct physical training in the early mornings, and practice martial arts here in the later hours.”
He could not have the new martial arts the Baeklang Dae members were learning practiced openly in the Training Ground where others could see.
“You should steel yourselves. Both physical training and martial arts practice will become extremely difficult. Incomparably harder than anything you’ve known before.”
The members of Baeklang Dae swallowed hard at Yeo Un-hwi’s words.
If Yeo Un-hwi, who never spoke carelessly, said such a thing, they trembled with both dread and anticipation at what he meant.
“But if you all endure everything well and master the Feng Long Hun Yuan Gong, then you will rise to a completely different level—as individuals and as a Martial Force Unit. Just as I promised. What do you say? Are you all prepared? Can you do this?”
Completely… a different level.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, the hearts of all the Baeklang Dae members began to pound fiercely.
That declaration, too, would surely not be idle talk.
Their chests grew hot.
When had they last felt such a thing?
“Yes! We can do it!”
Whether it was Yeo Un-hwi’s provocation or because their hearts swelled at his words—
In any case, the first to break the tense silence was none other than O Chae-mu, the deputy commander of Baeklang Dae.
Then Gu Tae-san, Peng Do-hwan, Do-gyeong, and the twin brothers spoke in turn.
Soon all of them answered with loud, ringing voices.
“Yes! We can do it!”
“We’ve waited so long for this day!”
“Even unto death! We shall do it! Absolutely!”
Of course they were afraid. Afraid of what suffering awaited.
But the thought of growing stronger, and the refusal to feel that boundless helplessness again as they had on the day they faced the Absolute Demon, drove Baeklang Dae forward with power in their steps.
They were no longer the Baeklang Dae of old, when they were treated as discards of the Hebei Peng Clan.
It was not merely a matter of heightened reputation.
Both outwardly and inwardly, they had changed beyond any comparison to that time.
Hearts that had barely beaten then were now pounding wildly in this moment.
It was truly remarkable.
Above all, faith had taken root—that if they stood together, not alone, they could accomplish this.
Thus the eyes of every member of Baeklang Dae shone brilliantly.
For them, this was as good as standing at the true starting line.
***
Meanwhile, the Hebei Peng Clan was in quite a stir.
All because of the bundle of Ice Phoenix Herb that Yeo Un-hwi had brought.
For any ordinary medicinal herb, no matter its price or rarity, one could simply let it pass—but this was beyond what any mere physician could handle.
Thus Song Deok-jo had no choice but to report the matter to Peng Mugang, the Clan Patriarch.
And so—
“What?”
One of Peng Mugang’s eyebrows arched sharply upward.
Not in anger, but in bewilderment.
The story brought by Song Deok-jo and Peng Sejin, who had arrived so unexpectedly, was scarcely credible.
Peng Mugang had been spending time peacefully with his wife, Dan Hee-young, in the Patriarch’s quarters, taking tea together.
He greatly disliked having this hour disturbed unless the matter was truly urgent, so visitors at this time were rare.
Yet despite the slight irritation at their intrusion now—
“Am I hearing this correctly?”
Peng Mugang repeated the question, his momentary irritation already forgotten.
He knew well enough that even vast wealth made acquiring a single Ice Phoenix Herb extraordinarily difficult.
Yet according to the report, an entire bundle of them had arrived.
When he asked how they’d obtained such a thing, the answer that came back was—
‘Ah, well, during that mission, we happened to meet a wealthy merchant returning from the Northern Sea Ice Palace…….’
‘Meet him?’
‘The merchant was being attacked by bandits, so we saved him…….’
‘Saved him?’
‘Out of gratitude, he gave us these as payment for our lives.’
‘…….’
He had no words.
Even Peng Sejin, who’d relayed the message, seemed to find it absurd and scratched his head.
What? By pure chance, during a mission, they’d rescued a merchant traveling from the Ice Palace?
And he’d compensated them so extravagantly, offering life-debt payment?
Well, life-debt payment was certainly expensive——
Hmm.
In any case, it was preposterous. Utterly preposterous.
“Ha. So that precious Ice Phoenix Herb came about so easily?”
No matter how he thought about it, it made no rational sense.
Fine, suppose they had saved his life. But a single root would have sufficed——yet somehow he’d given them an entire bundle, and that was…….
“Does that even make sense?”
Unless they’d somehow ransacked the Northern Sea Ice Palace itself.
Of course, that was a joke——and even if one were foolish enough to attempt it, success would be impossible.
Seol Ja-gang, the Ice Palace Master, was among the Ten Great Masters, a supreme expert of extraordinary caliber.
Who in their right mind would dare attempt such a thing?
And the distance——how far was it?
Was the Northern Sea not quite far from Hebei?
So then, how exactly?
They couldn’t have simply turned the merchant over——
They really received this as life-debt payment?
Ugh.
The more he thought about it, questions bred only more questions.
Whenever it involved the Baeklang Dae and that fellow Yeo Un-hwi, it was always like this.
“Ha ha, why overthink it so much?”
“Well, no matter what——”
“A good thing is a good thing. Isn’t this fortunate? Don’t you think?”
His wife, Dan Hee-young, who had been sharing tea with him, smiled brightly at her husband as he absently stroked his beard in his vexation, speaking with eager optimism.
His wife seemed delighted that her son-in-law Yeo Un-hwi was proving himself capable.
Well.
Yet Peng Mugang’s furrowed brow showed no sign of clearing.
This didn’t add up. It wasn’t something to dismiss so lightly.
But then again, thinking about it further, if it was good fortune, then it was good fortune——there was no reason to scrutinize it so harshly…….
Sigh.
He didn’t know.
Eventually, Peng Mugang let go of the tangled thread of his worries.
What was the point in continuing to puzzle over something that yielded no answer?
As his wife said, a good thing was a good thing, and now Peng Mugang chose simply to enjoy his time with her.

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