My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 170

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Episode 170. A New Era, A New Wind Blows
“Haah. Haah.”
The Four Dharma Protectors—the true fighting strength of the Celestial Demon Divine Sect.
They had earned a reputation from Yeo Un-hwi as masters comparable to the Twelve Supremes.
Yet Ju-jak, one of these absolute masters, now breathed in shallow, irregular gasps—a rare sight.
‘Good heavens.’
She was drowning in profound shock.
Until now, she had been more confident in Lightness Martial Arts than anyone alive.
In truth, she harbored a quiet pride that she might be unmatched in the entire heavens in that art alone.
The other Dharma Protectors had always marveled at her mastery of Lightness Martial Arts.
Her master had even said that no one among the Twelve Supremes—not a single one—possessed faster or more wondrous Lightness Martial Arts than hers.
Now that her master had departed this world, she knew he had never spoken a false word.
So she had believed, and she had never doubted.
Yet that pride of hers lay shattered into fragments.
All because of the new Heavenly Demon she now served.
Yeo Un-hwi’s Lightness Martial Arts belonged to an entirely different realm.
Incomparably swift, graceful, and wondrous.
The gulf between their heights was so vast that merely saying he surpassed her by several levels would be an insult to the truth.
At first, she had thrown all her strength into matching his speed, but she had exhausted herself in moments.
She could push no further.
Yet she did not know this: Yeo Un-hwi had shown her barely half his true power out of consideration for her limits.
He glanced back over his shoulder, then slowed and came to a stop.
“Don’t strain yourself needlessly. I’ll go on ahead—come slowly when you’re able.”
Ju-jak wanted to protest, to insist she could keep pace, but there was no fighting the truth of her exhaustion. Instead, she nodded obediently and murmured her assent.
Yeo Un-hwi gave her their destination, bade her farewell with a “See you later,” then unleashed his full power.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
Thunder split the sky above.
His speed was so tremendous that the shockwave from his acceleration actually drove Ju-jak back where she stood.
For a moment, her face went blank.
Then, as she watched him vanish, she found herself reflecting on her own arrogance—believing she had reached the pinnacle of Lightness Martial Arts—and resolved to dedicate herself even more deeply to cultivation.
‘Yet… even so, that degree of mastery might be beyond my reach.’
No matter how she thought about it, she found no confidence within herself.
Regardless, Ju-jak took to the air once more, racing in the direction Yeo Un-hwi had gone.
Their destination was Hebei—the Peng Estate in Hebei.
***
The sky stretched unmarked by clouds, clear and bright.
Peng Seo-yeon stood gazing upward into that expanse, a cool breeze brushing her face, her thoughts adrift.
The recent events felt unreal—like something from a fever dream.
So much had happened.
But one scene kept returning to her, playing over and over in her mind: that day.
The day the Demonic Sect came to drench Hebei in blood.
That was when she had glimpsed a side of her husband she had never known existed.
She had believed herself to know everything about him, and his revelation had truly shaken her.
Yet because he was there—because of who he truly was—she had not lost her father.
And many other things besides.
Still, whenever she thought of that day, tears rose unbidden to her eyes.
It was because of her husband.
On that day, Peng Seo-yeon had learned of many secrets he had kept hidden until then.
Knowing such a painful truth, she often found herself wondering how much suffering he must have carried all this time, and her eyes grew wet with tears.
This moment was no exception.
“I miss Father.”
Yul-i, who had been playing beside her with a Paper Pinwheel made at school, spoke the words.
Peng Seo-yeon reached over and gently stroked her daughter’s head, nodding in agreement.
“I know. Mother misses him too.”
It was then.
Another gentle breeze swept across them, warm and pleasant.
Whisper-whisper.
The Paper Pinwheel Yul-i had made began to spin and twirl.
And there, beyond it, stood Yeo Un-hwi.

As always, she wore that warm, gentle smile.
Then,
Pitter-patter.
The tears she’d held back all this time began to fall.
What is this?
Peng Seo-yeon felt embarrassed and wiped her tears with her sleeve.
But before long, that same smile—identical to his—had spread across her lips as well.
“I’m back.”
“Welcome home.”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, Peng Seo-yeon broke into a smile.
The look in her eyes had grown deeper than before.
And then,
“Dad!”
Yul-i came running toward him with an enormous grin.
It was a pleasant afternoon, with wind dancing through the air.
***
“…What did you just say? You—did you really mean that?”
“I did.”
Unlike Yeo Un-hwi, who nodded casually, the Clan Patriarchs of the Five Great Clans sat with their jaws hanging open, a sight that hardly befitted their usual composure.
Inside the great hall of the Peng Estate in Hebei.
Two days had passed before Yeo Un-hwi appeared again, and the Patriarchs had hauled him directly to this hall.
After witnessing such extraordinary martial prowess and then watching him vanish without a word, they had waited with such longing.
At last, with Yeo Un-hwi seated before them, Hwangbo Gyun posed a question.
Where on earth had he been?
It wasn’t an interrogation, though it might have sounded like one—but truly, they were simply desperate to know.
Yet the answer Yeo Un-hwi gave sent a shockwave through everyone in the hall.
“You truly visited the Demonic Sect? And you disposed of both Pa Cheon Ma Hwang and all the Ten Demonic Stars?”
“When they learn what became of their forces sent here to Hebei, they will certainly not remain idle. Since we cannot predict what scheme they might devise or where they’ll attack from, I deemed a preemptive strike necessary.”
Above all, he wanted to ensure that the Peng Estate in Hebei would never again become a bloodied battlefield.
A hollow laugh escaped their lips.
Namgoong Hwan, Dang Jinwoo, Jegal Seung, and Hwangbo Gyun—all of them.
Even these men, who rarely lost their composure in any circumstance, let out sounds of deflation.
True, his reasoning made sense.
But who could conceive of a single man storming the Ten Million Great Mountains alone?
The very idea of launching a preemptive strike against the Demonic Sect’s headquarters was equally absurd.
It wasn’t as though their main forces were depleted—though they had lost four, or rather five, of the Ten Demonic Stars, most of the sect’s strength remained intact.
Moreover, Pa Cheon Ma Hwang, one of the Twelve Supremes, along with five of the Ten Demonic Stars, were still very much alive.
Yet he claimed to have penetrated through all that and slaughtered them both before returning.
The way Yeo Un-hwi delivered this terrifying news with such nonchalance left them all momentarily stunned.
What manner of man was this?
“Hmm? Is there a problem?”
Yeo Un-hwi tilted his head, sensing their stares, as if wondering what could be wrong.
“Heh, heh! Kahahaha!”
At this, Hwangbo Gyun let out a hollow laugh before breaking into genuine, booming laughter.
Soon the other Patriarchs joined in.
Had they ever heard such an absurd tale in all their lives?
And yet they found themselves believing every word without the slightest doubt.
But then again, they had already witnessed with their own eyes just how unreasonable his power truly was.
Still, they couldn’t help but marvel at a man so straightforward and decisive.
Of course, when one possessed such strength and had resolved upon a course of action, everyone would wish for him to see it through.
Yet not everyone could accomplish such a thing.
Consider the Twelve Supremes alone.
Though some among them appeared to act recklessly, in truth they did not.
Above all, they avoided conflict with one another whenever possible.
Even when they did fight, they would contrive somehow to avoid battles to the death.
The last clash between the Twelve Supremes had been years ago, when Chang Gui and Do Hwang collided.
Even that, it was said, ended inconclusively after only a few exchanges.
And for good reason.
When one possesses much, fear of loss takes root.
The more one fears, the more one shuns extreme, reckless methods and instead seeks alternative ways to preserve what one already has.
But Yeo Un-hwi was not one to hesitate.
After repelling the Demonic Sect’s ambush, he moved with a speed that surpassed them all.
His thoughts ran deep, but his execution was swift.
In a moment no one could have predicted, he descended upon the Demonic Sect and struck down Pa Cheon Ma Hwang and the Ten Demonic Stars without mercy.
He had identified the most urgent method to break through the crisis, and then he acted on it without hesitation.
The absolute Martial Prowess that made this possible was remarkable, but his execution was equally astonishing.
In truth, such things were possible only because Yeo Un-hwi had once lived as a Blood Demon before his Regression.
A second chance never came.
It was an endless succession of moments where failure to act first meant nothing but death.
To lose nothing more in that crucible, one had to move faster and more relentlessly—and he, more than anyone, had learned this truth in his bones.
He had no time, no leisure to deliberate over every choice as if blessed by fortune.
Yet despite that bitter past and its scars, Yeo Un-hwi betrayed none of it, wearing only a serene smile—and for this, all who witnessed him could only marvel.
Now, with this, one of the previous generation’s Twelve Supremes and one of the current Twelve Supremes had both fallen to death.
Both at the hands of a single man.
“In that case, we need not concern ourselves with the Demonic Sect for some time.”
Jegal Seung nodded in agreement with Namgoong Hwan’s words.
“Indeed. They have lost most of their fighting strength. That said, they will not vanish entirely. They never have.”
“True enough.”
Still, it was a relief.
Until Yeo Un-hwi’s return, they had been anxious about how the Demonic Sect might move next—and now those worries had dissolved.
“Ha. In any case, the Martial World will be in great upheaval from here on.”
Everyone nodded at Dang Jinwoo’s words.
Word was already spreading that the Demonic Sect’s vast assault force against the Peng Estate in Hebei had been defeated.
That fact alone had set the entire Martial World in ferment.
But when news broke that the Sect Master of the Demonic Sect and the Ten Demonic Stars had been slain?
What would unfold then was impossible to foresee.
The balance of power in the Central Plains Martial World, which had scarcely shifted in decades, was beginning to crack open.
That vast upheaval would inevitably stir countless factions and masters who had long remained in obscurity.
For events that set their hearts ablaze continued to unfold.
Such was the nature of those who dwelt in the Martial World.
History had always repeated itself in this way.
And it would usher in a new age, a new wind.
Who would be swept away by that wind and who would stand firm, what heroes and demons would emerge—no one could know.
Change always brought burning dreams and anticipation to some hearts, and fear to others.
“There is something I wish to propose.”
Yeo Un-hwi opened his mouth, his gaze fixed upon the Clan Patriarchs of the Five Great Clans.
At once, all eyes turned toward him.
“Speak freely.”
Peng Mugang, who had remained silent until now, nodded his approval.
Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes then gleamed with purpose as he spoke.
“I wish for us to form an alliance. A new alliance centered upon the Five Great Clans.”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s unexpected proposal, the eyes of all present widened.

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