My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 149

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Episode 149. Urgent Report
Whish.
Late into the night, a tremendous battle was raging at the Sa-do Alliance.
Not far from there, a messenger bird had just alighted on the second floor of a shabby inn bearing a crooked nameplate that read “Mansugaekjan.”
“…Huh? At this hour?”
A middle-aged woman cocked her head in puzzlement and approached the bird.
Her eyes widened considerably as she discovered something.
She hurried toward a room at the very back of the inn.
A man lay there snoring.
“Heavens, the reek of wine. How is this fellow already passed out drunk at this hour? I swear, I’m half-tempted to run him through for dereliction of duty.”
But this was not the time for that.
“Wake up! Now, please!”
“Mmm…”
She shook him awake.
But no matter how hard she shook, he showed no sign of stirring, so she drew a deep breath and screamed directly into his ear.
“W-A-K-E! U-P! Y-O-U! U-S-E-L-E-S-S! M-A-N!”
“Aieeeeeeee!”
The man bolted upright in shock.
“What—what is it! What’s happening! What!”
He spotted the woman standing over him with her arms crossed, and his face darkened as he glared at her.
“What are you doing! My eardrums nearly burst!”
“A messenger bird has arrived! A messenger bird!”
“But… what time is it? If it’s not urgent, we can handle it tomorrow. Do I work every single day? Ugh! And I was having such a pleasant dream!”
The man fell back down with a dismissive grunt.
The woman sighed deeply and opened her mouth again.
“It’s red.”
“…!”
At that, the man sprang to his feet.
“What? What color did you say?”
“Red.”
“Hand it over!”
The man stretched out his hand, eyes wide.
The note the woman passed him was indeed red.
That meant an urgent report.
As he quickly scanned its contents, his face transformed by the moment.
“This… what in damnation!”
He scrambled to prepare for departure.
The woman asked with bewilderment.
“Where are you going?”
“The Sa-do Alliance! I have to get to the Sa-do Alliance!”
“At this hour?”
The woman called after him, but the man had no time for answers and rushed out without a word.
All traces of drunkenness had fled his face as he hurried away.
But what could be in that message?
Still, the woman—who held no small rank of her own—eventually checked the messenger bird’s contents herself.
Her eyes grew wide as saucers.
“Good heavens… can this possibly be true?”
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“…”
Yeo Un-hwi stood silent for a moment, gazing at the fallen Sama Ryang.
Had Sama Ryang’s final display been raw ambition, or conviction?
That, Yeo Un-hwi could not know.
All that was certain was that the answer had already been decided from the moment they murdered countless innocent people.
Whether such people harbored some justification or none, that detail mattered not.
It was evil, nothing more and nothing less.
No trace of pity stirred in him.
‘Still.’
Sama Ryang had been the military commander of the Sa-do Alliance.
It occurred to him that Heukaem might have taken deeper root in various places than he had supposed.
Not merely in the Sa-do Alliance, but likely—almost certainly—in the Murim League and the Demonic Sect as well.
Yeo Un-hwi found himself wrestling with how to confront Heukaem in the days ahead.
From the start, he couldn’t pretend ignorance of what they were.
They stood at the opposite pole from the Martial God.
Since he had inherited everything from the Martial God and gained the strength to protect his family, it was not merely something he had to do — it was a debt he had to repay.
And beyond that, their aim seemed clear: to destroy the current Martial World and build a new realm for themselves alone.
Whatever their method, they showed no mercy in transforming ordinary humans into Demonized Beings, sacrificing countless innocent lives without a shred of remorse.
If he failed to stop them, their blade would inevitably turn toward the Hebei Peng Clan and his family — that much was certain.
So by any measure, Yeo Un-hwi was fated to stand against them in battle.
These were enemies he could neither flee nor afford to abandon.
And so Yeo Un-hwi was prepared to meet them with his full strength, willingly and without hesitation.
His only concern was which approach would allow him to deal the most decisive blow while minimizing casualties.
“I… I can’t believe it….”
“What did I just witness?”
Within the Sa-do Alliance’s Banquet Hall, shock had seized everyone present.
And with reason — an extraordinary succession of events had unfolded before them.
This was true not only for Myeolhon Dae, but for the Twin Swordbearers of Decay, Gui An-ma-gun and the others as well.
The banquet held on Baeklang Dae’s final night at the Sa-do Alliance; the chaos that erupted when a Demonized Being forced their way in.
And then the shocking revelation of General Sama Ryang’s true identity.
More than that — the Sa-do Alliance now faced absolute catastrophe, confronted with the immense power and schemes he had long concealed.
There seemed to be no way forward, no answer to their plight.
Yet it was then that Yeo Un-hwi stepped forward.
And he brought Sama Ryang down.
With overwhelming force.
‘Is this even within the realm of martial arts a human can wield?’
Those gathered in that hall were all masters of the Evil Sect, each bearing a name of renown throughout the Martial World.
Which meant they knew better than anyone.
Just how formidable the power of this man called Yeo Un-hwi truly was.
They were all reeling from the shock of his martial prowess.
Even —
‘Is such a thing even possible?’
— Huk Mu-je himself.
After a moment had passed and he could draw upon his Internal Energy once more, the longer Huk Mu-je observed Yeo Un-hwi, the more impossible it became to gauge where the limits of his power lay.
Not even with the depth of strength that he, one of the Twelve Supremes, possessed.
How could such a thing be possible?
And then it struck him.
‘Ah, so it was him. It was this man who took the head of the Absolute Demon.’
The question of how a mere martial unit from a family sect could ever have matched one of the Absolute Evil — injuries or not — was now answered.
It was nothing short of extraordinary.
To possess such fearsome martial arts at such a young age was simply beyond comprehension.
And how such a master had managed to conceal his name all this time remained equally bewildering.
‘So. A new sun has risen in the Orthodox Sect’s Martial World.’
Huk Mu-je gazed at Yeo Un-hwi with admiration and wonder.
“Ha… haha… What exactly is our lord?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
Feeling the stirring excitement around them in every fiber of their being, the members of Baeklang Dae found their shoulders lifting with pride.
Yet they too were left in shock.
They had always known Yeo Un-hwi was strong; still, no matter how many times they witnessed it, they couldn’t seem to adjust to the reality of what they saw.
Who could possibly adapt to witnessing such a thing?
There was nothing to do but laugh in disbelief.
Yet it was undeniably true that being under the command of such a man filled them with pride and satisfaction.
And Baeklang Dae burned with determination — no matter how grueling the training ahead, they would endure it, they would overcome it.
“What are you all standing around for? Collect the bodies — quickly now!”
The moment Huk Mu-je spoke, Jo Il-ha and Gui An-ma-gun of the Twin Swordbearers of Decay immediately stepped forward and began to manage the aftermath.
Such was the mark of the Dark Martial Emperor.
Despite the chaos that must have rattled his mind, he remained composed, collected his thoughts, and issued orders with clear authority.
“I apologize, truly. Not a fitting reception for a guest.”
Before long, Huk Mu-je approached and spoke to him.
His face still bore signs of fatigue.
Understandably so — how quickly could one recover from the betrayal of one they had trusted?
This was why the Heart Demon Barrier was so terrifying.
But he would endure this trial as well.
That was the kind of man Huk Mu-je had always been.
“It seems I find myself speaking frankly with you more and more.”
For a moment, Huk Mu-je studied Yeo Un-hwi intently.
There were countless questions swirling in his mind.
But above all, he knew there was something he needed to say.
“Both I and the Sa-do Alliance have incurred a great debt to you. My sincere gratitude.”
……
Slowly, Huk Mu-je bowed his head.
And with genuine feeling, he spoke to Yeo Un-hwi.
Everyone’s face registered shock.
That Huk Mu-je—bowing to another.
Even having watched the entire affair unfold from where they stood, it was unmistakably extraordinary.
The Sa-do Alliance warriors managing the aftermath wore astonishment on their faces as well.
“Please, do not do this. Everyone is watching.”
Yeo Un-hwi too turned away, his expression troubled.
But Huk Mu-je would not be deterred.
“No—this is not the gratitude of a single man, but that of the Alliance Lord himself. You have saved the Sa-do Alliance. I am truly grateful.”
Huk Mu-je’s words were no exaggeration.
Had all the key figures of the Sa-do Alliance present here today, including Huk Mu-je himself, fallen at Sama Ryang’s hand, the Alliance would have been beyond recovery—indeed, it would have stood at the very threshold of dissolution.
And even if the truth about Sama Ryang had eventually come to light, the damage would surely have been far greater by then.
True enough, the losses from the Demonized Beings that Sama Ryang had continued to create were already staggering.
Yet with Yeo Un-hwi stepping forward, exposing Sama Ryang’s true nature and striking him down—how could one deny that he had saved the Sa-do Alliance?
Huk Mu-je’s gratitude was not excessive in the slightest.
At once, the Sa-do Alliance warriors standing there followed their leader’s example, bowing to Yeo Un-hwi and expressing their thanks.
It was unthinkable.
The entire Sa-do Alliance bowing to a single Orthodox warrior.
‘Hah. This is something.’
Yeo Un-hwi scratched his head, his gaze fixed on Huk Mu-je.
Huk Mu-je’s face was more resolute than ever.
It seemed he would not easily withdraw unless this gratitude—this sincerity—was accepted.
He was a truly unusual man.
Some neglected what ought to be upheld as if it were nothing, yet Huk Mu-je was one who protected what deserved protection, and who could speak his honest convictions plainly.
One might even say he was better suited to be the leader of the Murim League than of the Sa-do Alliance.
“I understand. I accept your sentiment with gratitude.”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, Huk Mu-je finally raised his head.
For a moment, their eyes met.
There was something strange, something strangely intertwined, in their emerging bond.
In any case, the banquet had ended.
With so many casualties, it was impossible to continue the gathering.
The rest would be discussed indoors, separately…….
But it was then.
A Sa-do Alliance warrior hurried into the Banquet Hall and reported something to Myeolhon Dae and Baekrang Dae.
Word quickly reached Huk Mu-je.
At once, his expression turned puzzled as he addressed Yeo Un-hwi.
“Do you perhaps have some connection to the Hao Wen as well?”
“Pardon? Ah. Yes. That is to say, I do.”
“You are truly an unpredictable man.”
Huk Mu-je turned to face Myeolhon Dae and Baekrang Dae. “Let him in,” he commanded.
Then his gaze returned to Yeo Un-hwi.
“A man belonging to the Hao Wen seeks you urgently, it seems. He said you know one another.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s face turned uncertain.
At this late hour, they were searching for him?
Going so far as to reveal their affiliation and forcefully seek him out at the Sa-do Alliance’s grounds?
What in the world could this be about?
An ominous feeling crept over Yeo Un-hwi.
Soon, a familiar face entered the Sa-do Alliance compound.
“Your—your humble greetings to you, Huk Mu-je!”
A round-faced man stepped forward, his expression taut with tension as he paid his respects to Huk Mu-je.
“Is this the Hao Wen disciple you know?”
“Yes. That’s correct.”
Yeo Un-hwi nodded.
For some reason, the Branch Chief seemed utterly frantic.
“What is it?”
“There—there’s been a terrible disaster!”
“A disaster?”
The man’s voice trembled as he cried out.
“The Peng Estate in Hebei is in danger! The—the Demonic Sect has moved toward Hebei!”
At his words, Yeo Un-hwi’s face went rigid.

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