My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 132

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Episode 132. The sky above the Hebei Peng Estate was clear once more.
The tremendous battle had ended, and silence settled over the grounds.
No one dared speak. They simply stood in quiet vigil, watching those who had claimed victory stand tall and those who had fallen in defeat lie broken.
Then,
“Gasp!”
Someone’s eyes flew wide open as they drew a sharp breath.
The headless corpse of Dang Gu-hwi began to dissolve, seeping into the earth and vanishing without a trace.
Whether it was a side effect of the Demonic Power or something else entirely, no one could say—but Dang Gu-hwi’s body had slipped beyond recovery.
There were things they’d hoped to examine, but now even that had become impossible.
Yeo Un-hwi, who had been watching the spot where Dang Gu-hwi’s corpse disappeared with a slight furrow between his brows, lifted his gaze.
He turned his attention to Dang Mu-jun, who was gravely wounded, and to Dang Jin-u, whose eyes had not yet opened, and extended his hands toward them.
Golden Energy flowed from his palms, streaming into both men.
Though they had already received emergency treatment, their condition had been dire—but now it improved with startling speed.
“This is… unbelievable.”
That such a thing could be accomplished with merely an outstretched hand and flowing energy—everyone watching stood speechless at the sight.
Once Yeo Un-hwi had finished tending to the two men, he turned to leave.
There was no reason for him to remain.
And yet—
“Wait, please! Just a moment!”
One of the Sacheon Dang Family’s warriors found his courage and called out to the masked figure who was about to vanish.
Yeo Un-hwi, arrested mid-turn, glanced back over his shoulder.
His gaze alone carried an aura that was far from ordinary.
Perhaps it was the aftermath of witnessing that battle.
The warrior swallowed hard, gathering his nerve, and spoke again.
“Who exactly are you?”
“…….”
But no answer came.
The warrior saw in Yeo Un-hwi’s steady gaze that he had no intention of answering, and hurried to add more.
“Please, tell us your name!”
“Why should I?”
The warrior’s voice caught in his throat.
Whether to reveal his name or not—that was entirely this man’s choice.
Yet they could not simply let him walk away like this.
The Dang Family repaid their debts twofold and their debts of gratitude tenfold.
This man was unquestionably a benefactor to the Dang Family.
He had saved Dang Jin-u and Dang Mu-jun, and countless other warriors of the clan.
Just as the warrior was about to ask once more—
“Nameless.”
He answered.
In that instant, shock rippled across every face present.
They knew the name Nameless.
It was the name of the mysterious master who had recently toppled Youling Shenjun and claimed a place among the Ten Great Masters.
Yet among all those assembled, none was more astonished than Dang Mu-jun.
‘So Nameless is this man.’
Another identity of Yeo Un-hwi’s proved equally staggering.
What manner of person was he?
The man she had taken to be a mere scholar—Peng Seo-yeon’s husband—possessed martial prowess of remarkable depth.
And his skill was such that he had utterly crushed and defeated Dang Gu-hwi, one whom his father could not overcome.
Yet now his other identity stood revealed: Nameless.
Everything about this man was a cause for wonder.
What else could possibly surprise her now?
In truth, Yeo Un-hwi had intended to vanish without revealing himself.
But he had changed his mind and chosen to give the name “Nameless” because he had sensed in the bearing of the Dang warriors an unwavering resolve to know him.
Had he simply disappeared, he was certain the Dang Family would move heaven and earth to find him, no matter how long it took.
So he had given them his name.
It was little more than offering bait—the name “Nameless” itself.
And truly, this false identity that had sprung up of its own accord proved remarkably convenient.
Watching the warriors mouth the name “Nameless” again and again, Yeo Un-hwi withdrew with a subtle motion.
As though he had never been there at all.
It was, indeed, the mark of a Divine Method beyond all ordinary arts.
That was when it happened.
“Mmm.”
Dang Jin-u opened his eyes.
“Father! Are you all right?”
Thanks to Yeo Un-hwi’s intervention, Dang Jin-u’s pallid complexion had recovered considerably.
Dang Jin-u, awakening late, shook the fog from his mind when suddenly his eyes widened and he surveyed his surroundings.
“Gu-hwi—where is that wretched boy?”
“Father, that is…”
Dang Mu-jun’s gaze turned toward the spot where Dang Gu-hwi’s corpse had melted away.
“…I see.”
Having heard the full account from Dang Mu-jun, Dang Jin-u nodded quietly.
“So it is finished.”
He gazed at the place where his son’s remains had vanished, his expression bitter.
The turmoil in his heart was plain to see.
Nameless. So he was Nameless.
That man of unknown identity—he had been Nameless all along.
Mu-jun had told him.
He said the reason Nameless had put only himself to sleep was so that his father would not have to witness his son’s death—even if that son were the most unfilial wretch under heaven.
“Ha.”
He wanted to tell him it was needless worry.
He himself, as a father, had been ready to kill his own son with his own hands.
So witnessing it would have meant nothing to him.
Once he had resolved to kill, he had made his peace with that price.
And yet…
The consideration. He was grateful for it.
By not seeing his son die, Dang Jin-u felt something stirring in a corner of his heart—both sorrow and a strange relief.
Nameless had not only saved everyone of the Sacheon Dang Family, he had saved Dang Jin-u as a father too.
Soon Dang Jin-u closed his eyes tightly.
‘Gu-hwi. What was it you lacked? What made you this way?’
A deep ache and frustration pressed down on him.
But it did not last; Dang Jin-u shook his head.
For to remember his son any longer—the boy who had drawn steel against the Sacheon Dang Family and taken innocent lives—felt like a sin he could not bear.
He could not allow himself that.
He was the patriarch of the Sacheon Dang Family.
Dang Jin-u slowly steadied himself and rose.
He then began, alongside the other Sacheon Dang Family warriors who had arrived late, to gather the bodies of those who had fallen in the village.
He not only gave the command but worked alongside Dang Mu-jun with his own hands.
Though all protested, he would not be stopped.
As one human being.
The dead were laid to rest in a sunny spot near the village.
For now, that was all they could offer.
It was then.
“Mama, Papa… hic, hic…”
A small child, weeping bitterly as he gazed upon the dead villagers and their families, caught Dang Jin-u’s attention.
Dang Jin-u’s heart stirred.
What could he do?
But that moment of uncertainty did not last long.
“Child. Come with me.”
Dang Jin-u extended his hand to the boy.
The child, streaked with tears, hesitated for a moment before slowly taking that hand.
A new bond was being forged.
***
Whistle.
A day had passed since the fierce battle ended.
The small village, now reduced to ruin by Dang Gu-hwi in his blood-drunk madness as a murderer, held not a sound of life.
Moan.
Only an ominous wind blew through the desolate streets.
Yet in the center of that empty village, a single Black Sapling had taken root.
Strangely, the tree did not bear an ordinary appearance—it was darkly crimson in all its parts.
And peculiarly, the tree had grown in the very spot where Dang Gu-hwi had died, his corpse melting away into nothing.
A long, whistling hum.
A soft whoosh.
Then a man appeared in that place.
Draped head to toe in a black cloak, he revealed nothing—no detail, no trace of identity.
All that showed were his nose, eyes, and mouth.
As he gazed at the black sapling for a moment, he murmured as if puzzled.
His voice, when it came, sounded like metal scraping against stone.
“Hmm. I was certain it would reach Full Bloom, yet it stopped at mere Bloom. What on earth happened?”
A human into whom the Seed of Destruction has been planted sprouts through hatred as nourishment, growing into a blood-mad Demonic Human.
And upon reaching Bloom, such a being gains tremendous power.
By the current standards of the Martial World, even formidable masters would struggle to withstand it.
And there was good reason for that.
A Hate-Crazed Demonic Human amplified by hatred not only drains the vitality of others but gathers all the life force of the Seed’s host in a single, crushing surge—a feat made possible only by such power.
Yet a host that has bloomed exhausts all its life force in that single act, surviving no more than a single day.
This was an inescapable fate for all but the rarest and most suitable few among those who reached Full Bloom.
To achieve Full Bloom, one must be evil in ways that set one apart from nearly all others.
Whether that evil was displayed openly or concealed within mattered not.
And such cases were hardly common.
Yet at least this time, the bandaged man had believed he had found a human worthy of transcending Bloom and reaching Full Bloom.
But the result had unfolded entirely contrary to his expectations.
It was profoundly strange.
The host into whom the Seed of Destruction is planted remains connected to the one who planted it.
Thus, sensing the energy suddenly severed, he had come to this place belatedly.
Soon the bandaged man clicked his tongue in frustration.
“Well, it matters little. In the end, the subject was unsuitable anyway. I simply need to claim what I came for.”
He then slowly reached his hand toward the black sapling.
From his palm, dark energy rose like heat shimmer, reaching toward the black wood.
A deep, rumbling hum.
But then—
“Hm?”
Dark energy should have flowed from within it, yet there was no such sign at all.
While the man stood bewildered, the black sapling shattered into fine particles in an instant.
Or rather, it simply ceased to exist.
“Ah—no, what is this…!”
The man let out an exclamation entirely unbefitting his usual composure.
“There is no power remaining in the Black Sapling!”
Moreover, the moment he touched it, it crumbled completely and vanished.
This was something that should never occur, as far as he knew.
Unless… there was precisely one possibility.
“Could it be…?”
The man’s pupils trembled as though an earthquake had seized them.
***
“…Ah, so that is how it came to pass.”
Beneath a clear sky, Jin So-baek was speaking with Yeo Un-hwi.
He had just finished relaying to Yeo Un-hwi the events of that day.
Jin So-baek then laid out the information he had recently gathered.
It concerned how the Sacheon Dang Family had managed its aftermath and what their situation was.
Dang Jin-u, the Clan Patriarch, had taken in the sole girl who survived the village, it was said.
Not merely accepted into the family, but adopted as a daughter. And he had held memorial rites for the fallen village—various stories flowed from Jin So-baek’s lips of such things.
“I see.”
Yeo Un-hwi nodded slowly.
From what he heard, the Sacheon Dang Family was certainly doing its utmost in its own way.
Though of course, that would not lighten the burden they carried.
Doubtless they would carry what Dang Gu-hwi had wrought as a debt, a weight upon their shoulders for years to come.
It was a cruel irony.
That the one who commits the deed and the one who must clean up after it and bear responsibility are two different people.
Yet that was the way of human duty.
At least Dang Jin-u, the Clan Patriarch of the Sacheon Dang Family, was not one to turn away from such duty.
That was enough.
For Yeo Un-hwi as well, any karmic ties bound to them had been severed by Dang Gu-hwi’s death.
Jin So-baek soon relayed all the information he’d gathered, his shoulders lifting with a shrug.
“That said, because I’ve dispatched Hao Guild agents across the whole of Hebei and Sichuan to pinpoint Dang Gu-hwi’s location, everyone’s been grumbling quite a bit.”
“Hmm? I’ve already paid you enough for that.”
“Well, yes. But it’s more like they’re boasting about how hard they’ve worked, you understand?”
“I don’t have extra money to throw at complaints.”
“What? Have you already exhausted your funds?”
“No, I mean I have no money to waste carelessly. I’ve already been more than generous as it is.”
“Hmm. I won’t argue with that. But in return, didn’t I give you a magnificent gift?”
A gift.
The White Mask that Jin So-baek had handed over on the day Yeo Un-hwi moved to determine Dang Gu-hwi’s location and settle accounts.
He’d said it was a precious mask possessing the ability to never slip off, no matter the circumstance, unless the wearer actively removed it.
The pride radiating from Jin So-baek’s face as he presented it had been something to behold.
But honestly, Yeo Un-hwi hadn’t found it particularly impressive.
He was willing to return it anytime.
Jin So-baek understood perfectly well that the gift’s reception had been utterly lukewarm.
He wasn’t dealing with someone easily manipulated.
He’d hoped to leverage this entire affair into earning more money somehow, but Yeo Un-hwi had drawn a firm line instead.
“Tsk.”
Jin So-baek smacked his lips and wore a dispirited expression.
That was when it happened.
“Dad!”
In the distance, Yul-i was approaching with Peng Seo-yeon, both of them laughing.
“Ha, your daughter is delightful no matter when I see her. She makes even a confirmed bachelor like me want to get married.”
He was sincere.
That bright smile was remarkably memorable—a truly lovely child.
Just looking at her naturally brought a smile to one’s lips.
Just as it did now.
“I hear that often enough.”
…….
Why did Yeo Un-hwi appear more arrogant and assured than at any other moment?
At times like these, he looked like nothing but a simple family man devoted solely to his wife and daughter.
Yet when one recalled what this man had accomplished recently, that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Youling Shenjun, the Absolute Demon, the Black Demon Castle of the Demonic Sect with Dang Gu-hwi having gone berserk as a Demonic Human.
Worthy adversaries whose names would’ve been shameful to even mention alongside the Black and White Twin Demons—all of them had been eliminated by Yeo Un-hwi’s hand.
‘Good grief. What a terrifying man.’
The more he thought about it, the more his skin prickled.
Jin So-baek found himself thinking he’d acquired quite a bloodthirsty client.
Well, as long as the money transferred cleanly, he welcomed all manner of people—assuming they weren’t enemies of the Demonic Sect or the Martial World at large.
“In any case, I’ll be taking my leave now.”
“Sure. See you around.”
Jin So-baek soon departed with a light step.
Peng Seo-yeon then drew close to Yeo Un-hwi alongside Yul-i.
Peng Seo-yeon watched the retreating Jin So-baek with a curious expression.
“Who is he? I’ve been seeing him around lately.”
“Oh, just someone I happened to meet. A well-connected sort of fellow?”
“Well-connected?”
“Mm.”
Yeo Un-hwi nodded as if it were nothing of consequence.
Was he someone they’d grown close to while out visiting the neighborhood?
Why would they need local gossip anyway?
In any case, he kept company with rather unusual people.
She would never know.
That this young man was the Guild Master of the Hao Guild, one of the Central Plains’ premier intelligence organizations.
Nor that the “neighborhood” Yeo Un-hwi spoke of encompassed the entire Central Plains.
“Dad! Pick me up!”
Just then, Yul-i returned from a rousing afternoon at the Sowol School, beaming as she held up both hands to her father.
Yeo Un-hwi’s face immediately broke into a broad smile.
“Should we? How about you get a piggyback ride, Yul-i?”
“Yes! I’d love that!”
Yeo Un-hwi lifted the brightly laughing Yul-i onto his shoulders and slowly gazed up at the sky.
It seemed like a perfect day to let the past slip away and begin anew, as if the weather itself was inviting such a start.
The sky over the Hebei Peng Estate was clear once more.

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