My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 150

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Episode 150. The Demonic Sect makes its move.
“The Demonic Sect…?”
The hall stirred with the shock of unexpected news.
Yeo Un-hwi, having heard the full account, felt his heart hammering wildly in his chest.
The Demonic Sect was heading for Peng Estate in Hebei. The Demonic Sect itself.
But Yeo Un-hwi quickly drew a deep breath and steadied himself.
Panic now would serve no purpose.
This was precisely the moment to remain composed and clear-headed.
There was no room for emotion now.
“The Demonic Sect’s expected arrival at Peng Estate in Hebei is tomorrow. Though they may arrive sooner.”
“Understood. I’m grateful you rushed here to bring me word.”
“My lord!”
The members of Baeklang Dae stood slack-jawed, uncertain how to process what they’d heard.
“Steady yourselves, all of you.”
At his words they nodded mechanically, though composure was far easier said than achieved.
“Speed is our priority now. I’ll depart at once — follow as quickly as you can.”
“Yes. We’ll move with all the haste we can muster.”
Then he came.
“Do you not need assistance?”
Huk Mu-je, also called Dok Go-yeong, stepped forward and spoke.
But Yeo Un-hwi shook his head.
“That won’t be necessary.”
The matter of the Demonized Being had only just been resolved, followed by Sa Ma-ryang’s affair.
He had no wish to burden them now, when they had no resources to spare — still sorting through aftermath and preparing for what came next.
“I see. Well then, you’d best be off without delay.”
Leaving now, there was scant hope of arriving in time, yet there was no benefit in lingering any longer.
Every moment counted.
“Yes. Then we shall meet again someday.”
“I look forward to that day.”
Dok Go-yeong nodded.
Then Yeo Un-hwi turned his gaze to Baeklang Dae.
“Travel safely.”
“Yes, my lord. And… I beg your favor.”
There was nothing more to say in this moment.
“Don’t worry.”
With those final words came a tremendous boom, and the earth trembled beneath them.
Yeo Un-hwi had launched himself skyward with a mighty thrust against the ground.
In an instant, his figure vanished from sight.
“Ah…”
The warriors of Sa-do Alliance, including Dok Go-yeong himself, marveled at the extraordinary prowess of his Lightness Martial Arts.
Yet whether he could truly arrive in time remained a question.
“Have no fear. Our lord’s speed is truly remarkable. He won’t be late.”
O Chae-mu, the deputy commander of Baeklang Dae, spoke these words to Dok Go-yeong.
He and every member of Baeklang Dae seemed to place deep faith in Yeo Un-hwi.
Even now, in such dire straits, their faces held the certainty that he would see them through.
“Heh.”
Had Dok Go-yeong not witnessed Yeo Un-hwi’s true nature this very day, he might have deemed such faith foolish.
But now, even he found himself thinking: perhaps that man truly could.
“A remarkable friend indeed.”
Dok Go-yeong’s gaze turned toward the sky where Yeo Un-hwi had disappeared.
The man had clearly stated he needed no help, that all was well.
“But you know? This old man — no, we of Sa-do Alliance — we’re not so ungracious. Isn’t that right?”
Dok Go-yeong slowly turned to face the warriors of Sa-do Alliance.
At once, they all nodded in agreement.
Every face affirmed Dok Go-yeong’s unspoken intention.
***
Within an enormous grand hall, demonic visages were carved into every wall and ceiling.
Seated upon a throne was a gaunt, middle-aged man with a long, flowing beard.
He possessed a commanding presence, a natural dominion that could overwhelm thousands by force of aura alone.
He was Gwak Cheon-hu, the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect — the Paceongma Hwang.
He was one of the Twelve Supremes, an absolute being whom all the Martial World feared.
“Hmm.”
He gazed quietly at the ceiling of the great hall, recalling recent events.
“Still hasn’t returned?”
“No, where in the world is that old man Huk Ma, and what’s he doing that he still hasn’t come back.”
“I heard he left the sect to investigate matters concerning the Huk Sal Dae, and all contact was lost after that.”
“Hmph. He’s probably off somewhere indulging in slaughter as he pleases.”
“But for him to be absent from this gathering where the Sect Leader himself is present—without so much as a word—is a grave act of disloyalty.”
The figures seated around the great circular table in the hall each spoke their piece.
They were the Ten Demon Masters, the absolute masters who represented the Demonic Celestial Sect.
Then,
“No. I suspect Huk Ma will never return. He has already left this world, it seems.”
At the words of Gwak Cheon-hu, seated upon the jade throne, all eyes widened.
Had anyone else spoken such words, they would have scoffed at the absurdity.
They knew better than anyone how formidable Huk Ma was.
Even the Ten Great Masters themselves would not dare face him carelessly—not when only the Twelve Supremes stood above his station.
In fact, the Ten Demon Masters were known to possess strength equal to or approaching that of the Ten Great Masters.
But how could anyone possibly harm Huk Ma.
Yet the one who had spoken of Huk Ma’s death was none other than their own master, Gwak Cheon-hu.
If he said it, then it must be so.
But how did the Sect Leader come to know this fact?
As if to answer their unspoken question, Gwak Cheon-hu raised his hand and pointed to something.
All eyes turned toward what his hand indicated.
The ceiling of the great hall.
There, embedded in the ceiling, was a massive stone that glowed with a mysterious crimson radiance.
And surrounding it were ten stones, each shining with a different color.
They were ornaments symbolic of the Demonic Celestial Sect’s Sect Leader and the Ten Demon Masters who served him.
But,
“Ah, no……!”
One of them—a stone of dark violet hue—lay shattered with a great crack running through it.
All eyes flew open in shock.
Could it really be that Huk Ma was dead.
Who on earth…….
Could it be one of the Twelve Supremes. Or perhaps…….
In an instant, confusion filled the great hall.
“Is it true that the Absolute Demon was recently defeated by a single Martial Unit from the Peng Estate in Hebei?”
At Gwak Cheon-hu’s sudden remark, all fell silent and strained to listen.
“Moreover, the Huk Sal Dae, whom we sent to eliminate the Sarim Dan, was completely annihilated, and now Huk Ma himself has been killed. That all these events have occurred in Hebei—is that not a remarkable coincidence. Would you not agree?”
“……!”
All recalled the name of the Peng Estate in Hebei.
Though they could not discern precisely what had transpired, it seemed clear that they were involved in all of these matters.
A cold smile spread across Gwak Cheon-hu’s lips.
“We must erase the Peng Estate in Hebei at this opportunity.”
All were startled at the Sect Leader’s words.
“But the Murim League will not stand idle.”
Chu Ma, the most meticulous of the Ten Demon Masters, posed the question.
At this, Gwak Cheon-hu smiled with subtle significance.
“Have you all not grown sufficiently weary of boredom these past days?”
At the Sect Leader’s words, smiles crept across all their faces.
Indeed, Gwak Cheon-hu was a figure whose demonic nature ran deeper than anyone’s—a true member of the Demonic Sect.
Thus, the course was decided.
Now came the time to choose who would be sent to the Peng Estate in Hebei.
“I shall go!”
A young man seated at the circular table sprang to his feet and declared with confidence.
It was Gwak Heo-won, Gwak Cheon-hu’s second son.
He was one of the last two survivors among numerous siblings, all competing for the position of Deputy Sect Leader.
But of late, he had fallen considerably behind the other finalist.
Thus he intended to recover his standing with this task.
But Gwak Cheon-hu’s intentions were otherwise.
“No. The third son shall take this matter.”
The Sect Leader designated the third son, Gwak Un-do, as the right man for the task.
At that, Gwak Heo-won, who had stepped forward first, flushed crimson and sat back down.
His body trembled with shame, humiliation, and mortification.
‘Heh. Fool. Doesn’t know his place.’
Gwak Un-do stepped forward, sneering at his elder brother.
“I shall carry out your command with all my heart!”
“Four of the Ten Demon Masters will accompany you. And bring ‘that’ as well.”
Gwak Un-do’s eyes widened at the Sect Leader’s words.
“That too, you say?”
“It’s time to let it taste some air again. Once it’s had its fill of blood, it’ll be docile enough.”
Gwak Cheon-hu’s words now meant something explicit: carry out this task with overwhelming force and spectacle.
Let the entire Martial World tremble once more at the power of the Demonic Sect.
And so the Demonic Sect turned toward Hebei.
And now, back to the present—
“We’ll arrive soon.”
A smile spread across Gwak Cheon-hu’s lips, breaking his boredom.
“Those wretches who spilled the blood of sacred Demonic Sect members—root out their entire line, my son.”
***
At that same moment, in the Murim League headquarters.
“If this report is true, we must send forces immediately.”
Jegal Mun, the Murim League’s chief military strategist, spoke with urgent intensity.
Song Il-do, the Murim League Master, hesitated slightly, then began to nod in agreement.
But then—
“That cannot be.”
Someone who had been listening quietly to the discussion stepped forward.
It was Jang Cheong, the First Elder of the Murim League.
“What do you mean, it cannot be? How can you say such a thing?”
Jegal Mun, unusually, let his emotions show.
Of all times, the Demonic Sect heads toward the Peng Estate in Hebei, and you speak of impossibility?
Yet unlike Jegal Mun, Jang Cheong’s composure was absolute.
“Of course, if the Peng family faces danger, we must act. But that assumes this information is genuine.”
Jang Cheong continued, a faint smile playing at his lips.
As if all of this were someone else’s affair.
“I hear the source of this report is unclear. It would be reckless to move our forces blindly on such hearsay.”
“But we already knew the Demonic Sect was stirring lately. And this information about them heading toward Hebei—when combined with several other reports we’ve gathered, there’s a high likelihood it’s true. To dismiss it merely because the source is unclear would be dangerously foolish.”
“Calm yourself. What seems urgent now may simply be an illusion born of circumstantial pressure.”
“Pardon?”
“Even if the report were true, would the great Peng Estate fall so easily? If real trouble comes, they’ll hold their ground and call for aid. There will be plenty of time to send reinforcements then.”
“That makes no sense whatsoever—!”
Jegal Mun’s face went blank with incredulity.
What in the world was this man talking about?
But then—
“Now, now. Let us end this. On reflection, I believe Elder Jang Cheong’s reasoning is sound.”
“Indeed. If we move our forces recklessly only to find the report false, would we not become a laughingstock? Caution is paramount.”
“Quite right. Absolutely.”
As if to silence Jegal Mun before he could protest again, the other elders swiftly rallied behind Jang Cheong’s position.
Jegal Mun was speechless with rage.
How could such men exist?
Did they not know when to set aside politics and when not to?
This was not a time for calculating advantage.
Soon swept up in the tide of opinion, Song Il-do also nodded, working his jaw.
“Ahem. Well, if that is the consensus, so be it.”
At the horror that washed over him, Jegal Mun could only shut his eyes tight.
Watching him, Jang Cheong laughed coldly to himself.
Shortly after, the meeting ended, and Jang Cheong returned to his quarters.
There he found Jegal Gil, who had recently begun serving him, waiting.
“Did something fortunate occur, Elder?”
Seeing Jang Cheong appear to be in good spirits, Jegal Gil asked with curiosity.
Jang Cheong then relayed everything that had transpired in the headquarters to Jegal Gil and chuckled with delight.
“The Demonic Sect… heads toward the Peng Estate in Hebei?”
“That’s right. And apparently they’re moving with considerable force.”
Jang Cheong watered the orchids he was cultivating as he continued.
“Well, it might be true, of course. But what does it matter? After all, those Five Great Clans are currently at odds with the Murim League. If one of them disappears, wouldn’t that be rather fortunate?”
To him, Orthodox Sect, Evil Sect, Demonic Sect—none of it mattered in the slightest.
Whether innocent blood was spilled or not mattered even less.
He was a man for whom only his own interests held any weight.
A smile never left Jang Cheong’s lips.
“The Martial World is truly fascinating. You never know what might happen. Tsk, isn’t that so.”
Jegal Gil’s eyes wavered intensely at his words.
Without even knowing it, something enormous had unfolded.
A calamity that no scheme could prevent.
Despair soon painted itself across Jegal Gil’s face.
What on earth was to be done about this?

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