My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 136

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Chapter 136. A Dangerous Invitation

Baeklang Dae was training relentlessly, as it did every day.
The rough, inexperienced edge they’d carried when first assembled had long since vanished.
Through the Poongryong Hwon-won Gong, each member of Baeklang Dae had grown tremendously stronger, their progress advancing swiftly toward the next tier.
Though the road ahead remained long still.
That day, as Baeklang Dae pressed on with their training, Yeo Un-hwi casually announced he would teach them a new combination formation.
He mentioned it so offhandedly that everyone assumed he meant to show them something quite elementary.
After all, Baeklang Dae frequently found themselves in large-scale group combat, so learning a variety of methods to face enemies could only be beneficial.
And yet—

Crack-crumble-crash.
An enormous boulder had just been completely obliterated before them.
Elementary… was it?
The power of the combination formation they’d witnessed firsthand was nothing short of staggering.
He exhaled slowly.
Yeo Un-hwi turned around gradually to face them.

“Well? Since I demonstrated alone, there may have been some awkward or clumsy parts, but if you properly coordinate your efforts, it will show quite impressive power.”
“…I beg your pardon?”

Every member of Baeklang Dae wore expressions of complete bafflement—they couldn’t fathom what he meant by awkward or clumsy.
Gi-su and Gi-sang exchanged glances, clicking their tongues in amazement as they began whispering to each other.
“How in the world does he know all this?”
“Isn’t it too late to be asking that question now?”
“I know, but I’m amazed every time I see it. Sometimes I wonder if he’s actually some half-immortal recluse sage in disguise?”
“Oh, that’s actually… plausible?”
“Hey, hey. Everyone focus.”
Gu Tae-san silenced the unnecessary chatter from the twin brothers.
Immediately, the twins puffed out their lips in protest at being singled out for nagging.
Watching his men, Yeo Un-hwi chuckled softly.
“In any case, all of you have already mastered the Poongryong Hwon-won Gong, so you’ll be able to grasp this quickly enough. But achieving true proficiency is another matter entirely—practice whenever you have spare time.”
“Yes, sir!”

At his words, motivation blazed across every face.
That was when it happened.

“Sir!”

Peng Sejin came running, breathless and urgent.
But something about his manner seemed off from usual.
His face was etched with alarm.
Yeo Un-hwi looked up, puzzled.

“What is it?”
“That is… well…”
Peng Sejin swallowed hard before speaking.

“I think you should come take a look.”

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Moments earlier,
“Then I’ll leave it to you.”
At the entrance to the Peng Estate, the changing of the guard was underway.
One of the newly arrived guards holding the post rubbed his head and groaned.
“Ugh. My head feels like it’ll split.”
“Looks like you were drinking late into the night again.”
“Ha, guilty as charged.”
“Yet you never miss a shift—you’re something else, aren’t you?”
“Of course. I’m someone who keeps public and private affairs strictly separate.”
“There you go again, acting superior because I complimented you. If you really kept them so separate, you wouldn’t be drinking yourself crooked when your shift the next day started early.”
“Hmm. But then life becomes far too dull, doesn’t it?”
“Stop spouting nonsense and just get married already. Then you won’t have time for such foolishness. With children to feed and raise, where would you find time to drink every day? It’s laughable.”
“Well, that sounds equally terrifying in its own way.”
It was an ordinary day like any other.
The gate guards maintained their customary vigilance—a blend of familiarity, languor, and idle conversation.
The sky was particularly clear today.
One warrior who had arrived heavy with yesterday’s wine was stretching into a lazy yawn beneath the warm sun.
Wait?
A group appeared.
At a glance, each of them radiated an air of unmistakable gravity.
In an instant, the gate keepers’ eyes sharpened.
They moved with the bearing befitting warriors of the Hebei Peng Clan, one of the Five Great Clans.
“Halt! Who goes there?”
The mysterious group came to a stop at the warriors’ challenge.
Then they removed the black cloaks that had wrapped them.
The embroidery on their chests came into the Peng warriors’ view.
A raven with crimson eyes.
That was……
The gate keepers’ eyes widened as if they might split open.
Then the man with the keenest gaze among them spoke.
“Notify those within. We have come from the Sadoeng with a message to deliver.”
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And now.
The clan patriarch’s hall of the Hebei Peng Clan was thick with tension.
Entirely unexpected guests had appeared without warning at the Hebei Peng Estate.
‘The Melthun Unit……’
Clan Patriarch Peng Mugang’s gaze fixed upon the uninvited guests who had just arrived at the Hebei Peng Clan.
The Melthun Unit.
They were one of the most formidable and elite martial forces that the Sadoeng prided itself upon.
In truth, at any moment they could have drawn their blades against one another without it seeming strange.
Yet the demeanor of those who stood before Peng Mugang was not so much menacing as it was restrained and solemn.
It was almost courteous.
By now, Yeo Un-hwi had taken his place beside Peng Sejin in the patriarch’s hall.
“I am Cho Il-ha, commander of the Melthun Unit.”
Cho Il-ha, master of the Chuhon Ssang-geom, introduced himself.
He too was among the supreme masters who represented the Sadoeng.
He spoke plainly, without a hint of flattery or artifice.

“I trust you will forgive our sudden and unannounced arrival.”
“Tell me then—what brings the Sadoeng’s finest warriors all this way to Hebei?”
“I would ask that you first examine this.”
He drew a letter from his robes.
The letter was soon delivered to Peng Mugang.
As he read its contents, Peng Mugang’s face darkened.
What could possibly be written there?
Peng Mugang let out a hollow laugh, as if the wind had been knocked from him, before speaking again.
“So what you’re saying is that you’ve come to invite the Baeklang Dae to the Sadoeng?”
Everyone in the patriarch’s hall doubted their own ears at Peng Mugang’s words.
An invitation?
The Sadoeng inviting the Baeklang Dae? What madness was this?
No one had ever heard of such a thing.
“That is correct.”
“Do you truly believe that makes any sense?”
At Cho Il-ha’s measured reply, Peng Mugang’s expression turned incredulous.
They were not even Righteous Sects allied together—they were Righteous and Evil, standing on opposite sides.
Though the war had long since ended, the relationship between Righteous and Evil Sects remained one perfectly captured by the phrase Sworn Enemies.
The Demonic Sect was another matter entirely, but in any case, were it not for their current courteous approach, bloodshed would not have been unexpected even now.
Yet here they were, arriving with an invitation not from anywhere, but from the Sadoeng itself—the pinnacle and symbol of the Evil Sects.
What in the world kind of absurdity was this?
“I merely follow the orders of that person. Whether those orders make sense is of no consequence to me.”
Those who know would understand.
This was the most characteristic answer one could expect from Chuhon Ssang-geom, commander of the Melthun Unit.
He was renowned as a man of unparalleled loyalty.
And naturally, the “that person” he spoke of referred to none other than Dok-go Yeong, the Black Martial Emperor, master of the Sadoeng and one of the Twelve Supremes.
The Black Martial Emperor, Dok-go Yeong.
The man who had made the Sadoeng what it was today—an organization that now overshadowed the Murim League—possessed of both a brilliant mind and martial arts that could shake the heavens. He was a true ruler of the Evil Sects.
He was also known for a savage and cold temperament; once combat began, no one could restrain him. Among the Twelve Supremes, he was counted among the most dangerous.
In fact, many said that had it not been for the Shaolin’s Muhu Taesa, known as the Martial Sovereign, the righteous sects of the Martial World would have been devoured by him long ago.
And now, this very man had sent an invitation to the Peng Estate.
Not to anyone else, but to the Baeklang Dae.
Of course, the reason for the invitation was not difficult to surmise.
Word had it that the Sadoeng’s sister had also been slain by the Absolute Demon.
So it was clearly no different from the reason the Namgung clan had acted.
But the circumstances were vastly different.
Peng Mugang found himself bewildered, his mind churning with more than one question.
Above all else, it was the timing.
“How long has it been since the Baeklang Dae slew the Absolute Demon? Why only now?”
“There were… circumstances. But I cannot speak of them.”
Chuhon Ssang-geom declined to explain the reason with courtesy, yet with unmistakable firmness.
But from his demeanor and the appearance of the elite warriors arrayed behind him, Peng Mugang sensed that these circumstances were far from trivial.
Hmm.
Peng Mugang paused, considering, then shook his head.
“I apologize to you who have traveled so far, but I shall pretend I did not hear what you said.”
He knew well what manner of man the Sadoeng’s master was.
Indeed, all the Martial World knew it.
That he was not the sort to scheme and plot from the shadows.
If anything, he would clash openly and bloodily.
Yet how could one send his people based on that alone?
“However, my lord has instructed me most firmly to bring you back as our benefactors.”
Despite having made his refusal unmistakably clear, Chuhon Ssang-geom did not budge an inch.
At that moment,
Boom.
The atmosphere of the Patriarch’s Hall shifted in an instant.
A ferocious aura erupted explosively from Peng Mugang’s body.
“Insolent! Do you mean to drag us away by force?”
Gugh!
The elite warriors of the Sadoeng bit their lips hard against the pressure of Peng Mugang’s aura that suddenly descended upon them.
It was oppressive beyond measure.
‘So this is it… the Roaring Tiger of Hebei, the Hebei Tyrant!’
All of them could not help but be astonished by that presence.
Of course, it could not compare to their master, the Black Martial Emperor Dok-go Yeong, yet it was astonishing nonetheless.
If Dok-go Yeong felt like a “perfectly completed warrior with no flaws,” then Peng Mugang gave the impression of confronting “a legendary great tiger from ancient tales” in the flesh.
The two were completely different, yet they shared one thing.
Both inspired fear in those who faced them as enemies.
“My patience has its limits. If you think you can do as you please here in the Peng Estate, you are sorely mistaken.”
The aura flowing from Peng Mugang’s body bore down even more heavily upon the Melthun Unit.
Every member of the unit trembled.
They were at their limit.
Then, Chuhon Ssang-geom, who had been silently observing the situation, bowed his head slightly.
“I fear I have caused a misunderstanding. That is not my intent, so please, withdraw your aura.”
“What?”
Peng Mugang’s gaze turned toward Chuhon Ssang-geom.
Then he looked into his eyes.
Those eyes that fixed themselves upon him with gravity—they were not the eyes of one who lied.
Peng Mugang, after studying those eyes for a moment, withdrew his aura.
“Good. Then tell me—what did you mean by what you said just now?”
With only his aura withdrawn, Peng Mugang still growled, fierce as ever. At his words, Chuhon Ssang-geom nodded.
Then he drew something out.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight of it.
What… why is that here now?

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