My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 55

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Episode 55. Truly a Fascinating Person
Yes. The reason Yeo Un-hui concealed his strength.
Peng Sejin was desperately curious about it.
He had seen it with perfect clarity.
Just how extraordinary a master Yeo Un-hui truly was.
A single gesture from him, and all those assassins were swept away without exception.
More than fifty masters had fallen to his hand alone.
To topple so many masters without a single labored breath—it was something so extraordinary that seeing it with his own eyes, he still could not quite believe it.
Even Peng Mugang, Peng Sejin’s own father and Patriarch of the Peng Clan, would find such a feat difficult.
It would be the same for any master of renown in the Murim.
Unless one had reached the pinnacle that only the Twelve Inner Transcendent Beings, who ruled the apex of the Murim’s food chain, could claim.
Yet he had achieved such a realm at so young an age.
So why was this master known merely as a scholar, and why did he himself make no effort to deny it?
Even while within the Peng Clan, Yeo Un-hui was called a mere scholar and suffered mockery and ridicule, yet he had never revealed himself.
That was precisely what fascinated Peng Sejin above all else.
Why? What possible reason could there be?
“Could it be that you learned heterodox martial arts or demonic techniques……?”
“No, that’s not it.”
It felt as though this question was being asked of him rather frequently.
That made sense enough. It was the most obvious suspicion anyone might entertain.
But the martial arts Yeo Un-hui had mastered were the Cheonmu Divine Technique—the supreme martial art of Mushin, greatest master of all time.
What other martial art could possibly rival it?
Yet he had no intention of speaking frankly about that now.
All he could offer at this moment was a simple denial.
“Whew, then that’s a relief.”
When Yeo Un-hui answered with such firm conviction, Peng Sejin let out a sigh of relief instead.
Because that was precisely the sort of matter he could not possibly handle within his own authority.
“Hmm. The reason for hiding, the reason for hiding, is it…….”
Yeo Un-hui stroked his chin for a moment, then opened his mouth.
“It’s difficult to explain.”
“Is there such a complicated reason?”
“Well, it’s not so much complicated as… no, perhaps it is complicated in its way, but… if I’m to put it simply from my perspective…….”
Put it simply?
Peng Sejin found himself echoing the words softly and swallowing hard.
He found himself growing tense, wondering what extraordinary revelation might come from Yeo Un-hui’s lips.
But then,
“Simply that it seems like a lot of troublesome affairs would crop up?”
“……I beg your pardon?”
“In other words, if word got out, it would seem to bring about all sorts of tedious business. People would line up wanting to test themselves against me. Hmm.”
It wasn’t the whole truth, but this was indeed the primary reason.
All Yeo Un-hui wanted now was to protect only his family and live in peace.
Yet he was well aware that such a thing was not easily achieved.
It was partly for that reason he had returned to the Peng Clan.
At the very least, he could serve as more than a mere windbreak to protect his family.
And he intended to refrain from displaying his power unless absolutely necessary.
While it was frustrating in certain respects, he believed this was the method that would stir up the least amount of commotion.
Though it seemed things were not unfolding according to plan.
‘Is he… serious?’
From his expression, Peng Sejin could discern that Yeo Un-hui’s answer came from the heart.
Pfft.
At that answer, the dumbfounded Peng Sejin burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha!”
His laughter showed no sign of abating, so amused was he by something.
After laughing for quite some time, Peng Sejin wiped his tears and spoke.
“Ah, my apologies.”
“Is my story really so amusing to you? I don’t quite see it myself.”
“No, I was expecting something grandiose to emerge, and yet you spoke as if it were nothing at all, so… kekeke.”
Watching Yeo Un-hui tilt his head in confusion, Peng Sejin felt the laughter threatening to return, but he managed to draw a deep breath and finally suppress it.
“Phew. In any case, you truly are a fascinating person.”
“That’s something I’ve not heard from anyone except my wife, it seems.”
“That can’t possibly be the case.”
Peng Sejin fell silent for a moment, then looked at Yeo Un-hui and spoke.
“But you certainly don’t hesitate to display your strength for the sake of those around you, do you?”
He had already done so several times.
Yeo Un-hui’s expression answered sufficiently, and Peng Sejin continued.
“Then soon enough, hiding your power will become more of a burden than anything else. Mark my words.”
Yeo Un-hui nodded in agreement.
He hadn’t given it deep thought yet, but it was true that before long he would find himself wrestling with precisely that dilemma.
“You said earlier that I was family. I believe the same. You are already one of the Peng Clan. If that’s so,”
Peng Sejin smiled gently.
“why not give our Peng Clan a chance to prove itself to you?”
“Prove itself?”
“Yes. The Peng Clan possesses a broader embrace than you might think. Among the Five Great Clans, we have produced no shortage of Ten Greatest Masters in this generation alone—and my father himself has earned a reputation as a master of comparable standing.”
Now, there were the Twelve Inner Transcendent Beings—the monsters of Cheonoeocheon—who stood above the Ten Greatest Masters, but in earlier times the Ten Greatest Masters represented the absolute sovereigns of Murim.
The Peng Clan was a renowned lineage that had consistently produced such supreme masters. Of course, Yeo Un-hui knew this as well.
Yet he still didn’t quite grasp what Peng Sejin meant by bringing it up.
“It means the Peng Clan can fully support you, no matter how freely you display your power.”
“The Peng Clan would support me?”
Yeo Un-hui had never once considered such a thing.
“You need not rule, but you ought to be free.”
……!
At Peng Sejin’s words, delivered with that easy smile, Yeo Un-hui’s eyes trembled.
‘Rule not, yet be free.’
For some reason, the words struck deep within him.
“We will stand with you. As you said just now, we are family. Why would we need any other reason?”
At Peng Sejin’s words, Yeo Un-hui found himself smiling without meaning to.
The word family carried such weight.
He nodded slowly.
Though the wind had grown chill, his heart felt full to bursting.
***
“Phew. So that’s the place.”
“We made better time than expected.”
“Of course we did—we barely rested the whole way.”
Ten young men and women had just arrived at the Hebei Peng Clan.
They were the Salimdан.
One of them smirked at the sight of the Peng Clan’s nameplate.
“Wonder how much entertainment they’ll give us.”
“Ugh, I just want this wretched journey to be over. I’m dying of boredom.”
“Come on, stop whining. Let’s get inside.”
When they produced their nameplates at the gate, the guards quickly opened the doors.
Upon entering the Peng Manor, they were promptly escorted to the Patriarch’s Hall.
Gone was any trace of their behavior at the Guzhou Old House; now they presented themselves with utmost dignity and courtesy.
Once the greetings concluded, Peng Mugang slowly nodded and opened his mouth.
“Welcome, welcome. So you are the Salimdан. You must be weary from visiting so many clans.”
“Not at all. As the elders have said, we are still young and lacking, and this journey has been a most valuable education for us.”
Having already seen through their flawless act, Peng Mugang’s lips quirked upward slightly.
Studying each face in turn, he could plainly see they were no ordinary youths.
Yet they managed to maintain their performance even before him, the Clan Patriarch himself.
‘Go ahead, make your move.’
Even if something happened, it didn’t matter to him.
He could use it as an excuse to overturn the Murim Alliance entirely.
These youngsters had no idea yet what manner of man Peng Mugang truly was.
They didn’t know why he was called the Roaring Tiger.
In any case, Peng Mugang meant only to watch for now.
“I trust your time at the Peng Clan will prove equally beneficial. Once again, you are most welcome.”
Peng Mugang spoke while carefully concealing his amusement.
“…Wow, terrifying. Did you see that look?”
The Salimdан members who had just left the Patriarch’s Hall began to chatter.
“And the atmosphere—it was genuinely unsettling.”
“I once met a tiger on a mountain path with my Master long ago. That feeling just now was exactly like then. My Master told me afterward—never, under any circumstance, disturb the mountain spirit.”
“Stop. Stop talking like that—you’re scaring him half to death. He’s a person, not a tiger.”
“In any case, from the first day onward, everyone should take it easy. Don’t overexert yourselves.”
Though an attendant was guiding them through the estate, they paid him no mind whatsoever and chattered freely about Peng Mugang.
There was arrogance, and then there was this.
And then—
“—Really, I’m telling you! Young mistress Yul-i just loves swimming so much. Once you all come back today, I’ll play with her again, splashing about so happily— oh!”
Splash!
An attendant chattering away as he walked the corridor suddenly found himself facing a man who had appeared from around the corner, and the water basin he’d been carrying went flying.
The man found himself drenched as if caught in a sudden downpour.
“I-I’m so sorry!”
The attendant’s face drained of color and he bowed deeply.
But the face of the man now dripping wet like a drowned rat began to twist with rage.
And then—
“You wretched woman! How dare you!”
Crack!
Without the slightest hesitation, he drove his foot into the attendant’s belly.
A horrible scream tore from the attendant’s throat.
***
At that very moment.
Yeo Un-hui and Peng Sejin’s party had returned to Peng Manor.
“Thanks to you today, I got a real breath of fresh air.”
“You’re too kind. Next time, you should go with your sister as well.”
“I was already thinking the same thing.”
Though they’d only stepped out together once, the distance between them had transformed—wholly unlike what it had been before their departure.
Even on the way back, Peng Sejin had become far more talkative than usual.
For a moment, he wondered what it might have felt like to have had a younger brother.
“Well then. Shall we go see your mother, Yul-i? Hmm? Yul-i?”
Though his daughter had been beside him just moments ago, Yeo Un-hui found her nowhere to be seen, and he glanced about in confusion.
“Ah, the young mistress just ran off in that direction.”
One of the warriors who had accompanied them pointed in some direction with his finger.
The girl had taken a fancy to something again lately, it seemed.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t say.
“Ha ha… This child, I tell you. She’s becoming more of a wild one by the day.”
Yeo Un-hui sighed deeply as though utterly unable to control her, then shook his head—and at that, the attendants who had gone out with them and Peng Sejin burst into laughter.
“Well then, we’ll see each other again later. I should go find my daughter.”
“Would you like me to help, brother?”
“No, no. These things are best done at a leisurely pace. If I snatch her up and whisk her away to her room too quickly, she’ll cry and fuss and cause a scene.”
“I see.”
“Marry soon, will you? It’s such a joy, such happiness.”
“Hearing you speak of it now makes me hesitant somehow.”
“Ha! I’m serious, truly. In any case, I’ll be off. Rest well.”
Yeo Un-hui gave a casual wave and then began walking slowly in the direction Yul-i had run.
Peng Sejin watched his retreating figure in silence.
Who would have thought that man was once a master of his caliber?
Watching him from behind now, he was unmistakably just an ordinary scholar.
While Peng Sejin looked forward to the days ahead with Yeo Un-hui, there was also a part of him that felt a tremor of fear.
What would Father say if he ever learned of this?
Lost in such thoughts, the corners of Peng Sejin’s mouth lifted slightly.
It was then—
“Crown Prince!”
An attendant approached him.
He whispered something urgent in Peng Sejin’s ear, and immediately the Crown Prince’s brow furrowed.
“What?”
It concerned an unwelcome visitor who had arrived at Peng Manor during his brief absence.
Trouble had come.

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