My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 52

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Episode 52. No More Talk—Get Some Proper Rest!
While Baekrangdae was stirring up fresh winds within the Hebei Peng Clan, a great commotion was erupting in a distant family far removed from that place.
“You wretches! How dare you!”
Gujunoaga.
Once upon a time it had been renowned as one of the Five Great Clans, but it was now known throughout the martial world to have declined considerably from those days—a legacy clan faded to shadow.
Yet for some reason, the atmosphere of Gujunoaga had turned exceptionally vicious.
“I will report this matter to the Martial Alliance without fail.”
No Dopyeong, the Clan Patriarch of Gujunoaga, had his face flushed red with fury.
He was renowned for his gentle nature—so what could have driven him to rage, his whole frame trembling with barely contained wrath?
His gaze fell upon ten young men and women.
“And I will punish your outrages without mercy! How dare you commit such lawless acts, knowing full well whose house this is.”
“Ha ha ha! Knowing whose house this is?”
One of the ten stepped forward.
A tall man with fine, almost delicate features.
He answered with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“A clan that once prospered but is now completely obsolete, isn’t it? I understand your glory withered some hundred years ago, didn’t it? Heh heh.”
“What, what did you say? Why, you—”
Obsolete.
In that instant, No Dopyeong’s words caught in his throat.
No one had ever dared speak so brazenly before him.
Not even the Patriarch of the Martial Alliance.
Yet here stood this green-faced boy, casually insulting Gujunoaga without restraint to No Dopyeong’s very face.
But the insult did not end there.
“Report it to the Martial Alliance, you say? Yes. Yes. Please do. But I assure you it will be of little use.”
“On what grounds do you dare speak so?”
“I merely speak the truth. We’ll simply return home and receive a light scolding, and that will be the end of it.”
The man fixed No Dopyeong with an unblushing stare and continued.
“The superiors above will hardly wish to see Gujunoaga again—a clan with fresh wounds. It will be far too awkward for them. In other words, you alone stand to lose. Do you truly mean to destroy your entire house in a moment of unchecked rage?”
“You… you bastard.”
The smile on the man’s face deepened as he spoke.
It was a smile so chilling that one might question whether he truly belonged to the Righteous Faction.
No Dopyeong bit his lip until blood came.
“Ugh.”
“So my advice is: for the sake of your clan, swallow your humiliation and keep silent. This is truly counsel offered for your benefit.”
It was then.
“Aw, why’re you being so nice about it? What’s it matter what happens to some clan like this?”
The nine others standing beside him began to speak, each adding their own remark.
They yawned and sneered at No Dopyeong as though the entire situation bored them immensely.
“Right. Our leader’s always sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong. Sometimes it’s way too much.”
“It’s you who’s excessive. I told you to keep it moderate, so why’d you go and break the Crown Prince’s arms like that?”
“And you beating up servants? Don’t talk.”
“Because I was bored?”
“Madman. Heh heh.”
“All right, all right. Enough chatter. We should get moving anyway—we’ve still got a ways to go. Well then, Patriarch, do take care. Ha ha.”
Those who had shattered the Crown Prince’s arms under the pretense of a friendly bout, beaten his servants, and even molested the Daughter of No Dopyeong now dusted off their hands and departed as though nothing had happened.
“These… these… demons deserving of heaven’s wrath! How can such vermin even exist? How!”
No Dopyeong ground his teeth and cursed, but they simply walked their path without a glance behind.
The moment the ten young men and women vanished with sneers etched across their faces, the Daughter of No Dopyeong rushed forward with tears streaming down her cheeks, trying to support her father.
But No Dopyeong, his face contorted with anguish, could not rise from that spot and let out a roar.
His rage was absolute.
“Father! Are you all right?”
“How… how can they act so lawlessly? And yet they call themselves the rising generation of the Righteous Faction? How! You wretches! Ahhhhhhh!”
No Dopyeong, Patriarch of Gujunoaga, beat his chest in despair, again and again.
“Heh heh. That was incredibly infuriating to watch, wasn’t it?”
The young men and women who had set out from Gujunoaga laughed with amusement as they made their way down the road.
Then one of them, with a bored expression they all shared, opened their mouth.
“I just don’t understand it, no matter how I think about it.”
“What?”
“What’s the point in going around to look at clans like these? I wish the superiors had just told us to go hunt down Evil Faction dogs instead. Wouldn’t that have been better?”
“Still, if the higher-ups order it, we have to do it. What choice do we have?”
“Look, I spend all my time locked away training anyway—this is way more fun. Let’s just clear our heads and enjoy ourselves.”
“So the one with a cleared mind picked a fight with an innocent man and broke both his arms?”
“He kept staring at me wrong. I can’t stand people grinning like they’re being all polite when they’re not. It got on my nerves.”
“Hah. You’re insane.”
Would anyone dare call these people the promising prospects of the Righteous Faction?
Who were they, truly?
A hundred years ago, in the aftermath of the Heavenly War’s brutality, the Evil Faction had suffered the greatest losses among the three powers.
Yet in recent years, the Evil Faction had rebuilt its strength to match that of the Righteous Faction.
In fact, looking only at the current martial world, the Evil Faction held a slight edge over the Righteous Faction.
How had this become possible?
The answer lay in their focus: they had devoted their efforts to nurturing exceptional talent for the future, rather than pursuing immediate results.
Most notably, an organization called the Blackgate was composed solely of the Evil Faction’s most brilliant young geniuses, and with them as the cornerstone, the Evil Faction had achieved extraordinary growth.
They had even demonstrated considerable presence in the conflicts between the Righteous Faction and the Demonic Cult.
The Martial Alliance could not remain passive in the face of this.
They too began forming units composed of exceptionally talented individuals selected and trained from childhood. The results were not poor.
Though they could not compare to the Blackgate, they nonetheless began achieving considerable results, and the Martial Alliance was satisfied with their progress.
Thus the Martial Alliance consistently formed new units every five years.
And the newly formed unit this time was none other than the Sarimdae, composed of ten youths—men and women alike.
Under the orders of the Martial Alliance, as a final stage of their training, they traveled through the Central Martial World visiting renowned noble families to broaden their understanding and gain experience.
But having been showered with every luxury since childhood, perhaps it was inevitable.
Their arrogance had reached its zenith.
The disturbance that had just occurred at Gujunoaga was a testament to how severe their arrogance had become.
Contrary to the Martial Alliance’s intentions, wherever they went, they behaved as though the world was theirs, causing trouble at every turn—the Sarimdae were less like disciples and more like walking catastrophes.
“So where are we headed next?”
“Let me see. Next is Hebei.”
“Ah, Hebei. The Peng Clan, is it? This might actually be interesting.”
“Shouldn’t we still be careful? They’re among the current Five Great Clans, after all.”
“Tch! What more could they possibly have? As long as we’re careful with that tiger of a patriarch, we’ll be fine.”
“Well then, shall we be off?”
The arrogant group’s footsteps soon turned toward Hebei.
They did not know.
What awaited them there.
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“Rest for two days? Both of them?”
In a secluded training ground of the Hebei Peng Clan.
The Baekrangdae had gathered with solemn determination for their training as they did every day.
Though every one of them bore injuries and groaned in pain, not a single member faltered or uttered a word of complaint.
It was then that Yeo Unhui delivered unexpected news to them.
For a moment they stood bewildered, then their eyes filled with anxiety as they turned toward him.
“Forgive us, Group Leader—did we do something wrong?”
“We don’t know what it was, but we apologize, Group Leader! Please, tell us what to fix and we’ll correct it. Don’t give up on us!”
“That’s right! Please don’t abandon us! We’ll work even harder, Group Leader.”
Ha ha……
Yeo Unhui was taken aback by the Baekrangdae’s response.
Normally, after such grueling training, offering a two-day break would earn jubilant cheers. But their reaction was entirely different from what he had anticipated.
If he remained silent, they would end up on their knees begging forgiveness for crimes they hadn’t committed.
“No, it’s not like that. I think it’s time you had some proper rest.”
Pushing the body to its limit was not the only method.
There were times to drive them to their breaking point, yes, but there were also times when allowing the body to recover fully and begin anew was equally necessary.
Of course, accurately predicting such moments was rarely an easy task.
But for Yeo Unhui, it was effortless.
He could see it all.
Among the special abilities he had gained upon inheriting everything from the Celestial Warrior and mastering the Cheonmushinggong was one known as Shinan.
Through Shinan, the moment Yeo Unhui focused his gaze, a person’s body became transparent before his eyes.
Thus he could perceive every blood meridian and vital point, every weakness and strength, and even the current state of the body itself.
It was an ability that transcended comprehension.
One could even call it divine power without exaggeration.
It was a force befitting him, who had inherited everything from the Celestial Warrior.
Yet despite being able to see through a person’s body and perceive everything, the sight was not always pleasant.
What beauty was there in blood flowing through the body and the blood meridians laid bare for all to see?
And so he rarely relied on that power in his everyday practice.
In any case, his Shinan had made it clear.
Baekrangdae’s body had accumulated fatigue nearly to its breaking point.
If he pushed any harder now, serious injury would surely follow.
It was time to pause, allow sufficient recovery, and let the body heal completely.
Then, step by careful step, he would prepare both mind and body to advance to the next level.
One day wouldn’t suffice. Two days seemed about right.
That was why he’d made such a proposal.
Yet at the mention of two full days of rest, the Baekrangdae members felt distinctly uncomfortable.
No—they were flustered.
Of course, anyone hearing such news would normally rejoice, but having trained with every ounce of strength each day toward the singular goal of growing stronger, two days of rest felt oddly foreign and unsettling.
Yeo Unhui gazed at his confused disciples and let out a soft chuckle.
“Knowing how to rest properly is the only way to grow steadily without setback. So stop your protests—trust me and do your utmost to rest well. Understood?”
“Yes, Group Leader.”
“Group Leader, but… there’s something…”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“You didn’t come alone today, did you?”
“Ah, haha. Well, that’s how it turned out. This little one pestered me so much to come along that I gave in.”
Yeo Unhui and the members of Baekrangdae turned their gaze toward the same spot.
Peek, peek.
A small, adorable creature clung to the hem of Yeo Unhui’s trousers, peeking out from behind him to steal glances at the trainees.
And what a lovely, endearing sight it was—smiles bloomed unbidden on every face.

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