My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven [Novel] Chapter 141

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[Chapter 141] The 13th Black Gate Troop

“The moon is exceptionally bright tonight.”

Late into the night, after dismissing all his subordinates, Dokgo Yeong gazed up at the sky while drinking alone.

His face and eyes were swirling with countless emotions that couldn’t be easily put into words.

“Ever since you were young, you never really did listen to your older brother.”

Dokgo Yeong thought of his younger sister.

Contrary to his murmurs, his sister had actually been a bright, smiling child since she was little.

She had been someone without a single sharp edge, far too bright to be the sister of the Black Martial Emperor.

Even as time passed and she reached adulthood, she remained endlessly cheerful. He had thought she would meet a man she loved at the right age, have a child, and live a life bathed only in sunlight.

He truly believed only a happy future awaited her.

However, misfortune struck without warning.

One day, amidst a torrential downpour that hadn’t ceased for days, his sister lost both her husband and her child.

It was an accident no one could have foreseen.

Afterward, left entirely alone, his sister gradually fell ill.

Both mentally and physically.

Nothing in the world could comfort her.

And a long time passed.

Enough time for the small tree she had planted with her child to grow so tall that she had to look up to see its top.

During all those passing years, his sister still couldn’t let go of her family, becoming unimaginably withered.

It had been a long time since he had last seen her bright smile.

His once cheerful, smiling sister was no longer there.

Then, one day.

“Brother! I, I! I saw Wol, I saw Wol!”

“What… What do you mean by that?”

His sister said she had accidentally spotted a girl who looked exactly like her late daughter.

Dokgo Yeong was also incredibly shocked when he saw the child from afar.

She looked too similar.

It was almost as if his sister’s dead daughter had returned to life.

But as it turned out, of all people, the child was a daughter of the Namgung Clan.

However, that wasn’t a problem at all for his sister.

She was satisfied just watching the child from a distance.

She didn’t need to speak to her or do anything; just watching her was enough to make her happy.

In that way, his sister found a reason to live again.

Honestly… He hadn’t been without worries about whether it was really okay to leave things like that.

He worried that she was chasing a phantom, clinging to a false hope.

However, seeing the smile return to his sister’s face after she found that child, Dokgo Yeong couldn’t bring himself to stop her.

All he could do was watch.

Just as his younger sister simply watched the child.

And so, on a day like any other, when she had gone out simply to watch the child from afar.

His sister realized that the daughter of the Namgung Clan had become the target of a vicious, blood-crazed murderer.

However, that murderer was an existence his sister and her escorts couldn’t possibly handle on their own.

Even so, without looking back, his sister led her escorts to block the demon and protect the child, meeting her demise in the process.

Alongside that little girl.

In the end, despite sacrificing her life, she had failed to save her.

All of this was the account relayed by his sister’s escort, who had barely survived as a cripple.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached.

Why had the world been so cruel and heartless to his sister?

Still, during her final moments, she had died as a mother protecting her daughter. What must that have felt like?

Would she have been satisfied with her death? Or…

Dokgo Yeong, deep in thought, shook his head.

What was the point of thinking about it any further? It was right to let her go now.

Filling his cup until the liquor overflowed once more, Dokgo Yeong raised it toward the moon.

Above the liquor, a moon curved beautifully like his sister’s smile hung in the sky.

“Right. This is enough. So stop hurting, forget everything, and rest peacefully over there.”

Dokgo Yeong downed the cup of liquor.

Tonight, the liquor was exceptionally sweet and bitter.

The night of the master of the Unorthodox faction quietly deepened.

Contrary to the White Wolf Troop’s initial anxiety, their time at the Heretic Alliance passed surprisingly uneventfully.

This was largely because they were guests personally invited by the Black Martial Emperor, and also because, taking the White Wolf Troop’s position into account from the start, their lodgings had been arranged in a place where they wouldn’t cross paths with others from the Heretic Alliance.

As a result, aside from the times when the Black Martial Emperor specifically sought them out, the White Wolf Troop did their best to avoid leaving the vicinity of their lodgings in order to prevent any possible altercations.

It was out of the question for them to roam freely around the Heretic Alliance anyway.

But that peacefulness was short-lived. Since the White Wolf Troop was used to intense training and running like crazy every single day, their bodies inevitably began to itch for action.

Because of this, members of the troop were starting to have fits every few hours.

Like this.

“Uwaaah!”

Gisu and Gisang, who had been lying flat on their backs, screamed and sprang up simultaneously, as if competing to see who could move faster.

Dogyeong promptly smacked the two brothers.

*Smack!*

“Lie back down.”

*Thud.*

Yet, exactly one minute later, the brothers resurrected.

“Uwaaagh! I can’t take this anymore.”

“Can’t take what?”

In the end, it was Oh Chaemoo who had to deal with the brothers.

“I need to break a sweat!”

“Are you saying you want to train here of all places?”

“Why not? There’s a training ground right next to us, so we can just use that.”

“Right. It’s not even like it’s hardcore training or anything.”

Oh Chaemoo let out a sigh of disbelief as he watched Gisu and Gisang speak so brazenly.

“You guys haven’t forgotten that this is the Heretic Alliance, right?”

“Oh, come on. Of course not.”

“Then what do you think the people of the Heretic Alliance will think when they see us training in the training ground?”

“Hmm. ‘Wow, they sure are training hard. I should learn from them.’ Something like that?”

“…Forget it. Just forget it.”

They were being incredibly dense today.

Well, it wasn’t exactly different from their usual selves.

The twin brothers smirked as Oh Chaemoo shook his head in exasperation.

“Don’t worry too much. We’re just going to break a light sweat.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When Oh Chaemoo gave a half-hearted nod, the twin brothers excitedly sprinted out toward the training ground.

“Ugh. Then me too.”

“I was getting bored anyway, so this works out.”

With the twin brothers leading the charge, every member of the White Wolf Troop eagerly followed suit.

Gu Taesan, Peng Dohwan, and Dogyeong were no exceptions.

“You guys too?”

“My body feels really stiff. Are you coming too, Brother?”

“Tsk. I don’t even know anymore.”

Oh Chaemoo tagged along, as if he had no other choice.

And so, with the exception of Yeo Woonhwi, who had opted for a nap, all the members of the White Wolf Troop headed to the training ground one by one and began to stretch.

This was probably the first time in Murim history.

An Orthodox faction martial troop training in the training ground at the very heart of the Heretic Alliance?

Anyway, they all started their light training like that.

Chatting idly among themselves in between.

But then, a group of people paid a visit to the lodgings where the White Wolf Troop was staying.

One glance was all it took to see that they didn’t come with good intentions.

A fierce, hostile aura was practically pouring from them.

At first, the White Wolf Troop tried to ignore them, figuring they were just there to spy, but the group eventually pushed their way right up to the entrance of the training ground.

Unable to ignore their actions any longer, the White Wolf Troop’s gazes finally fell upon them.

“Oho. So it’s you guys? The Orthodox idiots who had the guts to waltz right into the Heretic Alliance?”

The intruder looked the White Wolf Troop up and down before smirking.

“What’s so great about striking down a barely breathing, injured Extreme Evil Lesser Demon?”

“Looks like a case of a rat catching a mouse while backing up. Talk about good luck.”

“You said it.”

Hearing the blatant mockery, the eyebrows of the White Wolf Troop members shot up.

“Who are you people?”

“Us? We are the 13th Black Gate Troop.”

The eyes of the entire White Wolf Troop widened at the mention of the Black Gate.

Enjoying their reaction, the instigators smirked even wider.

“Hmph. Seems you at least know our name despite knowing your place.”

Of course they had heard of it.

It was a name they couldn’t possibly not know.

The Black Gate was an organization consisting only of the absolute finest geniuses within the Unorthodox faction, and they were the very core that had driven the Unorthodox faction to achieve the explosive growth it enjoyed today.

They had even distinguished themselves in battles against the Demonic Cult during their war with the Orthodox faction.

It was because of this Black Gate that the Murim Alliance had created the F