My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 118

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Chapter 118. Like Father, Like Daughter
“The Dan Mok Family, you say?”
After Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon had stirred up a commotion at the Peng Estate and departed, Yeo Un-hwi had asked Jin So-baek to look into the Dan Mok Family.
Not merely surface-level information, but thorough detail—whether there were any hidden secrets.
But why?
Before the return, the Dan Mok Family had fared much like they did now, advancing without incident or clash against the Five Great Clans.
In time, they had forged close ties with the Murim League and transformed into a great Myeongmun Sega, wielding power that rivaled the Five Great Clans themselves.
Yet strange rumors had trailed them nonetheless.
Yeo Un-hwi, who had been the Blood Demon then, had heard those whispers too.
But whether the rumors held truth or not, he’d had no way to verify them in those days; he chose to pursue the wickedness he could confirm rather than chase rumors he could not trust.
And so his past life had ended with scarcely a connection to the Dan Mok Family.
Yet in this life, reborn, he found himself with a point of contact with them.
And it was an ill-fated one.
That day.
Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon had been soundly defeated by Peng Seo-yeon and left in humiliation, cast out alone.
Had she been an ordinary person, she would have accepted defeat cleanly, or at the very least, would have been too ashamed to speak of it again.
But Yeo Un-hwi, who had faced countless villains across decades, could sense it.
Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon would never let this pass.
And beneath what seemed at first glance to be merely a spoiled young woman, there was something else—something more.
Thus Yeo Un-hwi decided he needed to know the Dan Mok Family in detail, and with certainty.
And soon, when Jin So-baek brought him certain information, Yeo Un-hwi smiled coldly.
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Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon, having escaped the Namgung estate, traveled in a carriage alongside the soldiers who supported her father.
The hour was late enough that they could have waited until the next day to depart, but having suffered such terrible humiliation in Hapbi, she had no desire to remain a moment longer.
Inside the racing carriage, Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon ground her teeth.
“I won’t just sit still for this. Do you think I’d sit idle?!”
It was a far cry from how she’d been moments earlier, weeping and pleading before Peng Mugang.
Her eyes, reddened with rage, had already returned to their usual venomous expression.
Just as suspected—all that apology, that plea for forgiveness, had been mere performance.
Already she was scheming how to exact revenge on the Hebei Peng Clan, who had brought them such great humiliation, and upon the other Five Great Clans as well.
Though her own jealousy had birthed the lie that sparked all this ruin, she found no fault within herself for any of it.
How long had they traveled thus?
Just as they left Hapbi behind, Dan Mok Cheol regained consciousness.
“Nngh…”
“Oh, Father! Are you alright?”
Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon gasped in alarm, steadying her father.
Dan Mok Cheol, battered and groaning, soon came fully to himself and began to tremble with rage.
Shame burned through him.
Not to have drawn his blade even once, yet left in such a state.
“Peng Mugang… that cursed dog! How dare he ambush me and leave me like this? I will never, ever forgive him! Him alone—never!”
Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon nodded in agreement, biting her lip.
Grasping her trembling father’s hand, she spoke.
“Don’t worry, Father. I have a plan.”
At her words, Dan Mok Cheol fixed her with eyes full of bitter resentment.
“A plan?”
“Yes. We report to the Murim League—how they all joined together to oppress us.”
“The Murim League…?”
Dan Mok Cheol’s eyes gleamed.
The Murim League.
It was not an ill choice.
The Murim League had force enough to pressure even those arrogant Five Great Clans.
And though they outwardly showed no sign of it, the Murim League was always on edge, watching and waiting to check the Five Great Clans, ever seeking for leverage against them.
But still—
“Would the Murim League truly move openly because of what we suffered?”
The Dan Mok Family had only recently begun to establish various ties with the Murim League.
But it was only a beginning; they were still far from having any truly intimate relationship with the League.
However much the Murim League wished to find fault with the Five Great Clans, the justification to set the Dan Mok Family against them and risk such a collision was thin.
For the Murim League, there was as yet no reason to shoulder such burden on the Dan Mok Family’s behalf.
A collision with the Five Great Clans was a matter demanding the utmost caution.
Yet despite such worries, Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon’s expression remained supremely confident.
“If they won’t step forward, then we’ll have to force them to.”
“What do you mean?”
Dan Mok Cheol’s question drew a deep smile from Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon.
“I’ll tell them that the Five Great Clans are plotting at this gathering. That they’re preparing for war with the Murim League. You think they’ll remain idle even then?”
Not just anyone—the Dan Mok Family, who had once held a seat among the Seven Great Clans.
If they made it clear they’d heard this truth, the Murim League would certainly not brush aside such a claim.
If things went well, the Murim League and the Five Great Clans might very well wage a true war.
Great wars often began from the smallest of things.
It was entirely possible.
Upon hearing Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon’s plan, Dan Mok Cheol’s mouth fell open, and soon he was laughing with satisfaction.
“Oho! A splendid scheme! Yes, that will do it! If it comes to pass, those cursed Five Great Clans will weep blood! Hehehehe!”
“Yes. Exactly. I especially hope the Hebei Peng Clan disappears entirely in this opportunity. And then, taking advantage of their weakened state—”
Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon paused, her eyes glinting with murderous intent.
“Peng Seo-yeon. I will kill her with my own hands.”
So it was said that Peng Seo-yeon had a young daughter.
Then I’ll tear that child to pieces first and make her watch.
I’ll make her understand clearly what happens when one crosses Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon, and I’ll laugh in triumph as I hear her screams.
“Hehehehe.”
Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon laughed at the vicious fantasies she had conjured.
Dan Mok Cheol, far from restraining his daughter’s dangerous scheming, laughed heartily alongside her.
Even as they plotted what might bring a storm of blood across the entire Martial World, father and daughter showed not the slightest qualm of conscience.
Perhaps they had been driven mad by jealousy and rage.
But then—
“Truly cut from the same cloth. Like father, like daughter. A sight to behold.”
“What—who are you?!”
At the sudden voice of a third party emanating from within the moving carriage, Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon started in alarm.
Crack!
The carriage split clean in half.
Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon threw themselves clear in haste.
The carriage they had been riding in shattered beyond recognition in an instant.
Had their evasion been delayed by even a moment, they would not have escaped.
Rising from the ground, Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon looked about in panic.
Their eyes widened.
It was not merely the carriage that had been destroyed.
All the Dan Mok Family warriors who had been escorting the carriage lay sprawled on the ground.
Upon closer inspection, they had all ceased breathing.
“What… what is this?”
At the unexpected turn of events, Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon’s faces went rigid.
Then—
“Just as I thought. I knew you weren’t the type to back down easily, but I never imagined you’d plot something so heinous.”
“…!”
At the voice that suddenly reached their ears, Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon felt their skin crawl.
It was not that the voice was grotesque.
The voice seemed to belong to a young man, and its tone was actually pleasant to the ear, but what made Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon’s spines stand on end was the power carried in that voice.
Step. Step.
Soon a man emerged into the clear moonlight.
The slender, scholarly-looking man walked calmly between the corpses of the fallen warriors.
And his two eyes, gazing directly upon Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon, glowed an impossible crimson.
“It seems I can no longer leave you be.”
With those words, the man—Yeo Un-hwi—released an immense aura of power.
In that instant, Dan Mok Cheol and Dan Mok Hwa-ryeon gasped.
The man’s overwhelming energy made their entire bodies tingle with electricity.
Unbelievably, it far surpassed the strength of Peng Mugang, whom they had witnessed at the Namgung Family just moments before.
Yeo Un-hwi, who had unleashed an aura that commanded the entire surrounding area, continued speaking.
“And I must thank you. You’re the sort of people who deserve to die.”
“…?!”
He smiled brightly.
Yet even as his face bore the expression of a smile, it seemed more terrifying than anything they had ever witnessed in all their lives.
What kind of smile was this from a human being?
It was like the grin of a reaper brimming with murderous intent.
“W-who the hell are you!”
Dan Mok Cheol, who had been momentarily suppressed by Yeo Un-hwi’s overwhelming presence, cried out belatedly as he mustered his momentum.
At that, the head of Yeo Un-hwi—owner of that sinister smile who had just appeared—tilted to one side.
“Me? You should know who I am.”
“I don’t! I’ve never seen you before!”
“Is that so? Yet you called me a lowborn wretch, and referred to my wife as a woman who couldn’t keep her place. Or have you forgotten already?”
“W-what?”
It was a conversation he’d heard before, all too recently.
Those were the very words Dan Mok Cheol had hurled at Peng Mugang moments ago in front of the Namgung Family.
Dan Mok Cheol’s face went pale with disbelief.
He’d heard this man was merely a scholar who had only recently begun studying Martial Arts—yet he possessed such terrifying power? How could this possibly be?
“Y-you couldn’t possibly be… the one from the Hebei Peng Clan….”
“That’s right. I am the son-in-law of the Hebei Peng Clan and the Master of Baeklang Dae. And today, I am the one who will take your head.”
“How dare you, not knowing who you’re facing!”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, Dan Mok Cheol flared up and shouted in fury.
He immediately reached for his waist.
But the beloved sword he had always carried was already buried somewhere beneath the wreckage of the carriage, beyond recovery.
With a soft scraping sound, he drew up a blade from one of the fallen warriors instead.
His fingers closed around the hilt.
“You bastard! Do you think I’m so easy to mock!”
Dan Mok Cheol had convinced himself that his pathetic showing against Peng Mugang was merely because he’d been without a sword.
Now that he held steel once more, he was confident he would not lose to anyone save the Twelve Supremes themselves.
Least of all to some son-in-law of the Hebei Peng Clan.
“Today, I’ll show you true pain!”
Apparently already forgetting the oppressive aura he’d felt from Yeo Un-hwi moments before—one that had surpassed even Peng Mugang’s—Dan Mok Cheol fixed him with a confident, fierce stare.
And unlike with Peng Mugang, he took the offensive stance first.
As though to sever Yeo Un-hwi’s head in a single breath.
Soon, the Galaxy Meteor Sword Technique, the pride of the Dan Mok Family, was about to unfold from his hands.
But then—
A dull scraping sound.
Before the sword technique could even properly deploy, the arm holding the blade simply dropped to the ground with a soft thud.
For a moment, Dan Mok Cheol could not comprehend what had just happened to him.
“What? This… how is this….”
Dan Mok Cheol stared blankly, alternating his gaze between his arm—severed with such terrible precision—and the earth beneath it, until a horrible scream tore from his throat.
“Aaaaaaaagh! My… my arrrrrm!”

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