My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 171

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Chapter 171. The True Identity of a Position Obtained by Chance!?
“An alliance.”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, silence fell over the hall of patriarchs.
It was such an abrupt proposal that everyone wore expressions of shock.
The same was true for both the patriarchs of the Five Great Clans and the heirs who would succeed them.
Yet Yeo Un-hwi continued without hesitation.
“We have already engaged in a great conflict with the Demonic Sect and emerged victorious. Naturally, word is spreading that the Five Great Clans were the victors. When that becomes common knowledge, most people won’t simply be curious about how the Five Great Clans managed to withstand the Demonic Sect’s vast power—they’ll be profoundly shocked to learn that the Five Great Clans possess such tremendous strength.”
Of course, many would praise and revere the Five Great Clans for their victory over the Demonic Sect.
But those who had long wielded power from on high felt differently.
Even the Murim League could not achieve what the Five Great Clans had accomplished, and they would surely regard them as thorns in their side, seek to keep them in check, and attempt to diminish their power through every means available.
Therefore, allies would be needed to weather and overcome the winds of a new era that lay ahead.
Especially when facing enemies like “Black Darkness”—mysterious foes whose true nature still remained shrouded.
In that light, those who had rushed without hesitation to aid the Peng Estate in Hebei during its deepest crisis were precisely the most suitable partners.
Though from the patriarchs’ perspective, Yeo Un-hwi raising such a matter so suddenly might have seemed presumptuous,
fortunately, no one received it as such.
Yeo Un-hwi had long since transcended his role as the Peng Estate’s live-in son-in-law and leader of Baeklang Dae, becoming the predecessor to the Divine Warrior who had saved them from mortal peril—or rather, he was a Divine Warrior of this very age.
His words carried considerable weight.
“Indeed. I understand what you’re saying.”
“An alliance, you say. A most interesting proposal.”
Yet the thoughts of the other patriarchs differed somewhat.
An alliance to stand against those who threatened the Five Great Clans.
Was that truly the only reason?
Though Yeo Un-hwi had not stated it outright, the patriarchs sensed his true intention in proposing this alliance of the Five Great Clans.
In truth, the current Peng Estate in Hebei had little need for such an alliance.
A single man—Yeo Un-hwi—was all that was necessary.
What cause for concern could there be when an absolute Divine Warrior whom the world could not overcome stood here?
So long as circumstances did not force them to leave him absent as before, the Peng Estate would be unshakable.
Had not even the Heavenly Demon Demonic Sect, feared by all under heaven, fallen to him alone?
What they understood was that Yeo Un-hwi’s proposal of an alliance was not born of external necessity, but rather of gratitude and repayment to those who had come to aid the Peng family.
From his perspective, a Divine Warrior was personally extending his hand to help.
Such generosity of spirit.
The patriarchs were not foolish enough to reject it out of mere wounded pride.
In truth, this talk was not entirely unexpected.
The bonds between the Five Great Clans had always been strong, woven tightly through generations of continuous meetings.
Yet now it seemed right to openly display that relationship across all of the Central Plains and formalize it as an alliance.
In doing so, everyone would come to understand that to touch any member of this alliance was to provoke the entire alliance, and they would proceed with caution.
“The Namgoong Clan gladly accepts your proposal.”
“The Hwangbo Clan feels the same. In fact, we welcome the news. Ha.”
“The Dang Clan shall join as well.”
“We of the Jegal Clan are in agreement.”
Beginning with Namgoong Hwan, all the patriarchs accepted Yeo Un-hwi’s proposal.
“Then what shall we name it?”
“The Tae Cheon Alliance. What do you think?”
At Jegal Seung’s suggestion, everyone nodded in approval.
“Peace beneath the heavens. Excellent.”
It appeared to please them all.
Yeo Un-hwi too found himself drawn to the name of the Tae Cheon Alliance.
“Very well then. Now that we have a name, let us set another date to determine the detailed rules and other such matters.”
They also agreed to set a separate date for the inaugural gathering of the Tae Cheon Alliance.
The inauguration needed to be as grand as possible.
So that all might witness the birth of the Tae Cheon Alliance.
For now, as everyone had been away from their clans for some time and preparations would be needed for the alliance’s inauguration, they set the date for their next meeting and agreed to return briefly to their respective homes.
On the faces of those departing was written eagerness and excitement.
Having come to the aid of a friend in need, they were returning with much gained.
A long breath escaped.
Soon enough, the patriarchs of each clan took their leave from the Peng Estate.
It felt as though a great commotion had swept through.
But then,
“Wait. I need a word with you.”
Peng Mugang called Yeo Un-hwi aside for a private conversation.
When he arrived at the Patriarch’s office with Peng Sejin, the older man was already there.
Yet something seemed odd about Peng Mugang’s expression.
He appeared to be in some complicated frame of mind.
‘Hah, this is enough to drive a man mad.’
Throughout the council meeting, Peng Mugang had said less than usual—though in truth, his thoughts were churning beneath the surface.
Why was that?
Honestly, he was pleased to have such an accomplished son-in-law. That much was true.
What father-in-law would not rejoice to have a son-in-law who was the predecessor of the greatest Martial God of all ages, strong enough to march alone against the Demonic Sect and smash them to pieces for threatening his family?
But it was not merely that.
Peng Mugang now knew the circumstances and secrets of Yeo Un-hwi’s life—the path he had walked.
Having opened his heart sincerely to him, Peng Mugang no longer saw Yeo Un-hwi as merely an irritating son-in-law.
This foolish man who loved his daughter and granddaughter more than life itself—Peng Mugang had resolved to embrace him as his own son.
Yet that very Yeo Un-hwi had suddenly marched against the Demonic Sect alone and demolished them before returning.
The others marveled at his divine might and decisiveness, wagging their tongues in admiration, but Peng Mugang’s heart was complicated in many ways.
How to put it—proud and yet somehow forlorn.
Yes. This was the anxiety of a father.
The sincere concern of a man regarding his daughter’s husband, his granddaughter’s father, and his own son-in-law.
Yet because he too was a martial artist, he did not wish to burden Yeo Un-hwi with endless nagging.
‘Ah, this is difficult. Most difficult.’
Scratching his head, Peng Mugang finally looked at Yeo Un-hwi.
Yeo Un-hwi still stood there with a bewildered expression.
“Ahem. Never in my life did I think I would say such a thing.”
With that, Peng Mugang cleared his throat and spoke.
“Always take care of yourself.”
“Pardon?”
“If you make my daughter a widow, you will face my wrath. Do you understand?”
“Ah, yes. Father. I shall keep it close to heart.”
“Heh!”
Peng Mugang, fumbling and offering an oddly gentle tone, and Yeo Un-hwi, caught off guard by such unexpected concern and stammering his reply—the two of them made quite a sight.
At the spectacle, Peng Sejin could not help but burst into laughter.
“Sejin. What is so amusing?”
“Oh. My apologies. I should have held it in. Hahahaha!”
“Ahem.”
As Peng Sejin’s laughter continued, Peng Mugang let out a hearty cough.
His ears were reddening with embarrassment.
At that sight, Peng Sejin felt genuinely delighted.
It was plain to see that Father had truly begun to accept Elder Brother as family.
Though Yeo Un-hwi carried an enormously vast power and destiny beyond even their imagining, the Peng family could gladly embrace him and face all that lay ahead together.
Whatever his calling, surely there was nothing they could not overcome if they stood together.
That faith existed within them.
Just as the atmosphere of embarrassment and laughter began to settle, Yeo Un-hwi spoke.
“Ah, well. There is something I should tell you.”
Yeo Un-hwi opened his mouth with a somewhat awkward expression.
“Hmm? What is it?”
“It would have been difficult to mention this when the others were present, so I am telling you now—but the truth is, I have somehow acquired a position.”
A position?
Both Peng Mugang and Peng Sejin turned to look at Yeo Un-hwi with puzzled faces.
“What sort of position?”
“Well, it is…”
As Yeo Un-hwi explained, Peng Mugang’s face took on an expression of shock the likes of which he had not worn in his entire life.
“What, what, what, what, what did you just say?!”
“Ah, Brother…?”
Peng Sejin, equally astounded, lost the strength in his legs and collapsed to the floor.
“Well, somehow it came to pass like this.”
……
How in the world does one somehow come to acquire such a terrifying position(?)
“Ha, hahahaha…”
As Peng Mugang began to laugh deliriously, Peng Sejin, still sprawled on the floor, felt as though his very spirit was fleeing his body.
Just moments before, he had felt certain that with the strong bonds of family love alone, they could overcome anything, but now he was beginning to suspect that Yeo Un-hwi’s fate was simply too formidable to navigate by love alone.
What in heaven’s name was this situation becoming?
Is this really how things should be?
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Leaving Peng Mugang and Peng Sejin in their stunned silence, Yeo Un-hwi stepped out of the Patriarch’s study.
They had granted him space, saying he needed time to digest a story that bordered on absurdity.
‘Well, well. This is something.’
They were clearly shaken.
And rightfully so.
He had felt the same way when he first learned of it.
But he had resolved not to hide it.
At least not from his family.
“Aren’t you rather busy, honored guest?”
Someone was waiting for Yeo Un-hwi as he emerged into the corridor.
Jin So-baek, the Master of Hao Wen.
He had not attended today’s meeting of the Five Great Clans.
The repeated attendance had begun to weigh on him.
It felt awkward, somehow.
So he had been waiting for a moment to speak with Yeo Un-hwi alone.
“Just how many times must you astonish people before you’re satisfied?”
Jin So-baek himself had been called a prodigy since childhood, and as Master of Hao Wen, he bore the expectations of countless disciples. Yet even to him, Yeo Un-hwi was utterly beyond conventional measure.
Just when Jin So-baek thought there could be nothing left to surprise him, Yeo Un-hwi would accomplish something more extraordinary still.
But this latest deed defied all reason.
It was Jin So-baek himself who had seen Yeo Un-hwi off at dawn, heading alone toward the Demonic Sect.
No matter how formidable his martial power, Jin So-baek had deemed the venture reckless and foolish.
But Yeo Un-hwi was not a man to be dissuaded, so Jin So-baek had merely hoped he would slip away unscathed.
Perhaps, he had thought, Yeo Un-hwi would do just enough to survive and return.
Instead, he had swept through them all.
‘Can this possibly be true?’
Jin So-baek doubted any charlatan’s boast could be more absurd.
Yet when he had investigated, every word proved fact.
By all accounts, the damage the Demonic Sect had suffered at Yeo Un-hwi’s hands exceeded even his own account—it had been far worse than he had claimed.
“I confess, I don’t understand how everything you do makes my heart race so violently. It makes me wonder if I’ve become someone prone to shock.”
“Ha ha ha! Is that so? But your expression suggests otherwise.”
“Indeed. It seems something quite grave has occurred.”
“Something grave?”
“Well, you see…”
Jin So-baek drew a deep breath and chose his words with care.
“It does not appear the Demonic Sect will remain quiet about this.”
“Mm?”
Jin So-baek’s expression grew grave.
This was the most closely guarded intelligence Hao Wen had recently obtained.
Yet it was news that bordered on catastrophe—something the whole world would soon know.
He still wished to deny it, but the source was more credible than any other.
And the intelligence said:
“The Heavenly Demon—the Heavenly Demon has appeared.”
Damn it all.
As Jin So-baek delivered the news, he cursed silently within.
How? Why must such calamities befall this age?
His modest dreams—to fulfill his role in perfect peace and retire early to a life of leisure—seemed to have fled beyond his grasp.
This was terrible. Catastrophic, even.
It was as if a malevolent deity—one capable of destroying the world itself—had returned.
At least there was one consolation: a Divine Warrior stood before him now.
Though he suspected Yeo Un-hwi would not welcome this particular comfort.
And yet—
Chirp… chirp… chirp…
No response came. Between them fell only silence, broken by the call of a passing bird.
Then Yeo Un-hwi replied, almost vacantly:
“Hmm… is that so?”
What?
Yeo Un-hwi seemed utterly unmoved by this catastrophic news.

What? This man—surely he doesn’t know what the Heavenly Demon is?

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