My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 27

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Episode 27. Yul-i, Do You Like Your Uncle?
The next day.
“Peng Seojin still hasn’t returned?”
As morning broke, Peng Wuqiang looked at the middle-aged man who had come to see him and repeated the question.
The man, whose hair had grayed as much as the decades he had served the Ha Bei Peng Family, was Ha Do Young, the steward who oversaw all internal affairs of the clan.
Ha Do Young answered with a worried expression at Peng Wuqiang’s words.
“Yes, Family Head. Normally he returns before a day has passed, but this is the first time something like this has happened.”
“Ha, he’s a grown man, after all. These things happen. When I was his age, I was worse, Ha steward.”
Peng Wuqiang laughed as though it was nothing to worry about.
“He’ll make his way back on his own soon enough. The boy can look after himself. So stop fretting about it.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Though he answered thus, Ha Do Young remained troubled.
It was certainly possible, as Peng Wuqiang said, for a grown man to spend a night or two away from home.
But Peng Seojin was the sort who, unless there was pressing reason otherwise, always returned to the main house to sleep.
Sometimes it made one wonder—was he really so devoted to duty?
Yet here was this dutiful heir, gone a full day without word or message, and the steward’s unease only deepened.
But since the Family Head had told him not to worry, it seemed best to wait a little longer.
It was possible the heir had been delayed by some matter and would return without incident.
Thus afternoon arrived.
Peal after peal of laughter.
Yul-i, playing with her father, seemed delighted beyond measure and smiled brightly the whole time.
Yeo Unhui gazed at his beloved daughter with a pleased smile of his own.
Watching them with contentment, Peng Seoyeon and Dan Heeyoung sat together, sipping tea and chatting softly.
It was a peaceful moment of everyday life.
Though much remained before they could claim to be fully settled, they were savoring the simple happiness of this present hour.
But then—
“My lady!”
“What is it?”
“It’s, it’s the Young Master, he—!”
“What? Peng Seojin? Why—”
Seeing the servant who had rushed in with a stricken face, Dan Heeyoung felt a chill of dread.
And when the words spilled from the servant’s lips, her body swayed.
“Mother!”
Peng Seoyeon’s voice trembled with alarm as she steadied Dan Heeyoung.
The moment when their happiness shattered.
The worry Ha Do Young had felt so early that morning proved, sadly, to be no groundless fear.
The news had come from a band of peddlers who had arrived at the Peng estate not long before.
In their hands they carried a blood-stained Peng Family Insignia.
It was the sort of insignia the Peng family’s martial retainers always carried with them.
Created so that in times of unforeseen crisis, one could hide or cast it aside as a way to alert the main house to trouble, no matter the circumstances.
On the back of the insignia was a small inscription offering reward to whoever brought it to the Peng estate.
And so the insignia had made its way home.
Naturally, the Peng estate fell into turmoil.
Each insignia bore a different color, and this one was blue—the color carried by the bodyguards of the Young Master.
The peddlers explained that while traveling their usual route, they had noticed a bridge that normally spanned the Cliff was broken, and finding this strange, they discovered the insignia nearby.
Upon receiving this report, Family Head Peng Wuqiang dispatched his martial retainers to search the entire area around the bridge, his face grim.
After half a day had passed, what the Peng family discovered was the aftermath of a battle fought in the night, and the bodies of the Young Master’s bodyguards hidden nearby.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Young Master Peng Seojin was not among them.
What on earth had occurred?
As yet, there was no way of knowing.
And now, above all else, the question was whether the Young Master lived or died.
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“How dare someone do such a thing.”
The atmosphere in the Family Head Hall was suffused with gloom.
No one dared speak easily given the gravity of the situation.
Then one of the Peng clan’s elders burst forth with anger.
“We must find those responsible for this act and punish them without mercy!”
“That much is obvious. But before that, we must confirm whether the Young Master is alive.”
“What do you mean by that! He must surely still live!”
“That’s not what I’m saying—”
The Family Head Hall erupted into chaos in an instant.
In the midst of it all, Peng Wuqiang finally spoke.
“This is no time for us to be making such a commotion.”
At his single word, everyone fell silent.
Peng Wuqiang, who usually appeared more hot-blooded than anyone else, was the type who became remarkably composed when a crisis truly struck—a contradiction that worked in his favor.
This unexpected temperament was precisely what made his subordinates follow him with such faith.
In that sense, Peng Wuqiang was undoubtedly an excellent leader.
Yet his face now was shadowed with the deepest sorrow.
It concerned his own son, after all.
How could his expression be anything but grave?
He was fighting hard to contain his anger, striving with all his will to remain clear-headed.
“Everyone—spare no effort on trivial matters. Focus entirely on finding Peng Seojin. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Family Head.”
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“You should rest a little.”
“I’m well enough. You rest instead.”
At Peng Seoyeon’s words, Dan Heeyoung shook her head.
But Peng Seoyeon could not rest either.
How could she find peace when her beloved son, her grandson, hung suspended between life and death?
No matter how she tried to compose herself, tears kept welling up in her eyes.
“Mother, Grandmother—please don’t cry.”
Distressed by the sight of her grandmother and mother’s tears, little Yul-i wiped them away with her small handkerchief, again and again.
“It’s alright, Yul-i.”
Though she smiled faintly, worry still filled their faces.
Yeo Unhui watched them quietly.
‘So it happened around this time.’
The event that had made them grieve so deeply now—
Peng Seojin’s disappearance. Yeo Unhui already knew of it.
He simply hadn’t known precisely when it would occur.
Back before his regression, when he had been consumed with rage over losing Peng Seoyeon and Yul-i, he had at least kept his ears open to news from the Ha Bei Peng Family—if only for his wife’s sake.
Among those reports, he’d learned of Peng Seojin’s affair only long after the fact, well into the aftermath.
The eldest son of the Ha Bei Peng Family had been ambushed one day and vanished; he had returned only much later.
The incident had left him grievously wounded in one arm—he had lost his entire right arm and become one-armed.
Learning that his wife’s brother had suffered such a fate had pained Yeo Unhui’s heart.
Though he had been blinded by vengeance in those days, strangely, stories of the Peng Family had always lingered in his mind unbidden.
He knew from his prior life that Peng Seojin would find his own way back, so intervention should have been unnecessary—and yet this time, for reasons he could not quite name, Yeo Unhui felt compelled to act.
When he had first arrived at the Peng Family estate, Peng Seojin had been the one person who welcomed him with genuine warmth, without pretense or reservation.
And so—
‘In this life, let him walk a different path.’
Yeo Unhui had resolved to intervene.
With an impassive gaze, having made his decision, he flicked his fingers subtly.
Peng Seoyeon and Dan Heeyoung fell asleep at once, without even noticing.
“Oh? They fell asleep.”
Watching her mother and grandmother succumb to slumber so suddenly, Yul-i spoke in wonder.
Yeo Unhui rose slowly and stroked his wife’s hair, murmuring softly to her.
Then he turned to his daughter.
“Yul-i, do you like your uncle?”
“Yes. I like him very much. Uncle and Grandmother and Grandfather too—though not quite as much as Mother and Father.”
“Is that so?”
“Then Father should go fetch the uncle that Yul-i likes.”
“Can Uncle come back?”
“Yes. Father knows where he is.”
“Then Mother and Grandmother won’t have to be sad anymore.”
Stroking his daughter’s hair as she spoke such innocent words, Yeo Unhui rose.
“You stay here with your mother and grandmother. Father will return shortly.”
“Okay! Come back soon, Father.”
As Yeo Unhui stepped from the room, his eyes grew cold and sharp.
Just as he was about to move, about to search for Peng Seojin—
Hmm?
Yeo Unhui sensed something.
His gaze fixed on that spot—the very top of the Ha Bei Peng Family’s tallest building.
Without Yeo Unhui’s keen sensitivity, it would have been impossible to detect.
The figure deliberately concealed their presence, making it all the harder to sense.
It was Peng Wuqiang.
‘What is the old man doing up there?’
Yeo Unhui’s expression grew puzzled as he stole a glance in that direction.
A Peak Master of Peng Wuqiang’s caliber could quickly discern whether someone watched them—or not.
So Yeo Unhui masked his own aura even more perfectly than Peng Wuqiang could detect.
The figure on the roof sensed nothing of Yeo Unhui’s presence.
Then,
“Hmm.”
Peng Wuqiang’s eyes snapped wide open, and he vanished in a burst of extraordinary Lightness Skill.
He had come out himself to save Peng Seojin—that much was clear.
With his own son involved, he could no longer remain idle.
And indeed, that was precisely Peng Wuqiang’s mind.
Until now, he had remained at the estate to maintain his position as Family Head, but watching events unfold this way, he’d come to realize he could not simply sit by any longer.
Had this been a matter his martial disciples could resolve through searching, he should have found Peng Seojin long ago.
Now Peng Wuqiang believed the time had come for him to act.
Though he knew it would not be easy, he had resolved to find his son no matter what.
Yeo Unhui understood his resolve completely.
In fact, he rather admired seeing a father move himself for his child’s sake.
But watching Peng Wuqiang take the field like this, a sudden doubt seized Yeo Unhui.
‘What’s this? How could that be?’
From what he knew, before the Regression, Peng Wuqiang must have come forward in exactly the same way when Peng Seojin first vanished.
Yet Peng Seojin had lost his arm.
What’s more, he’d heard it took several more days before Peng Seojin returned to the estate.
That meant Peng Wuqiang, for all his personal intervention, had failed to locate his son quickly.
Which suggested Peng Seojin was likely held somewhere far beyond the immediate vicinity of where the incident occurred.
In any case, rushing blindly forward as Peng Wuqiang had would only lead Yeo Unhui to the same failure—he would not find Peng Seojin in time.
Even inheriting the power of a Martial God, his current depth could not yet sweep an entire region with Aura Sensing.
That lay in the Realm of the Divine, something impossible for him now.
Unless the Martial Arts inherited from the Martial God grew deeper with time—but that remained beyond his reach today.
So was there no way forward?
No. There was.
A small smile curved Yeo Unhui’s lips as his mind worked through the problem.
A method had come to him.
The fastest way to find Peng Seojin.
A detail he had overlooked in his single-minded focus on locating Peng Seojin.
He already knew the mastermind behind this incident.

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