The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 101

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 101

“Young Master! Are you alright?”
Jang Chuchyeong, who had been rushing toward the inn, felt Jin Cheon-u’s limp body draped across his back and cried out.
Urgency was evident in the expression and voice revealed by the moonlight.
Though he hurried, the distance to the inn felt inexplicably far—so different from when they had arrived.
“Young Master!”
“I’m… fine.”
Then came Jin Cheon-u’s weakened voice.
Since the moment they met until now, much had transpired, yet he had never heard such a lifeless tone from him before.
Jang Chuchyeong’s fists clenched as he ran.
“Who did this to you, Young Master? Should I go settle the score right now?”
“Ha… they were strong, I’ll grant them that.”
Laughter sounded, but it remained hollow and weak.
As the fading voice reached his ears, Jang Chuchyeong gritted his teeth harder.
It all felt like his responsibility.
He had been training in martial arts to stand beside him, but his level fell far short, so he could not fight alongside him.
Today’s disaster had occurred because of that inadequacy.
Had there been two of them, perhaps they might have prevailed.
“I’ll become stronger! I won’t complain anymore! So please, please don’t die. Ugh… ugh!”
Jang Chuchyeong cried out through tears.
Jin Cheon-u’s condition was grave enough to overwhelm his emotions.
Even from what was visible on the surface, what of his internal injuries?
In Jang Chuchyeong’s eyes, Jin Cheon-u now resembled nothing more than a candle flickering out.
Thus, Jang Chuchyeong’s anguish could not be fully expressed even by the phrase “one’s heart crumbles.”
Did he sense such emotion?
Jin Cheon-u’s voice, which had been motionless until then, sounded once more.
“So I’m dying… and only now do you mature.”
“Don’t say such things! I won’t let anything happen to you, Young Master! I’ll save you no matter what!”
Perhaps because he had heard such touching words?
A small, quiet laugh escaped.
“Don’t worry. I will not die. Absolutely not.”
A whispered voice that seemed to say ‘because Chaeseoha is here’ was heard, but Jang Chuchyeong could not bring himself to dwell on it.
He simply pushed harder with his legs.
The inn, which had seemed so distant, now loomed before him.
Jang Chuchyeong kicked the door open as if to shatter it and rushed inside, ignoring the innkeeper’s startled gaze, and bolted toward the annex.
“Physician! Physician!”
He then cried out and threw open the door to where Chaeseoha was.
Chaeseoha, who had been watching Jang Chuchyeong burst in without hesitation, caught sight of Jin Cheon-u on his back and immediately rose to her feet.
“Young Master?!”
Chaeseoha gasped and rushed forward.
His entire body was drenched in blood.
There was no need to remove his clothes to understand the severity of his condition.
Deep lacerations from sword strikes covered his body, and his internal injuries were equally grave.
Though he still drew breath, each one was so shallow that it seemed miraculous his life had not already slipped away.
As she hastily prepared the bedchamber and turned to Jang Chuchyeong, he carefully lowered Jin Cheon-u onto the bed.
Riiiiip—!
In an instant, Chaeseoha’s hands moved with urgency.
She tore away his garments without hesitation.
As his bare form was revealed, she spoke quickly.
Saving him now was what mattered most.
“Prepare hot water at once.”
“Yes, understood. But Young Master—”
“Hurry!”
Jang Chuchyeong, his face drained of color and etched with worry, tried to ask more, but Chaeseoha cut him off sharply with a commanding shout.
Only then did Jang Chuchyeong snap to attention and rush out.
Chaeseoha’s hands began to move with practiced speed.
First, she wiped away the blood with linen cloth.
The wounds were far worse than she had anticipated.
Had he been an ordinary person, she was certain his breath would have stopped the moment the blade struck.
But that was not all.
His organs were damaged, and she could see blood pooling within.
Bite—
Without realizing it, she clenched her lips and turned her head to search for medicinal herbs.
Then.
Suddenly, Jin Cheon-u, who had been holding his breath, reached out and grasped her wrist.
“Young Master?”
“Just make it look… as if nothing is wrong.”
“Pardon?”
“By tomorrow morning… I need to appear as though I can walk without any difficulty. I’m asking this of you.”
“…!”
At those words, Chaeseoha stared at Jin Cheon-u with bewilderment.
His condition was so critical that any ordinary physician would declare him dead upon sight. To make him walk by morning was an impossibility.
And he wanted her to make it appear as though nothing was wrong?
For a moment, unable to comprehend his meaning, Chaeseoha stared blankly at Jin Cheon-u, and he offered a faint smile on his pallid face.
“Tomorrow… I believe I’ll need to meet someone.”
“Are you insane? How can you speak such words in this condition?”
“I believe in you… that you can do this.”
As those words concluded.
Jin Cheon-u closed his eyes slowly.
In that instant, Chaeseoha, startled, checked his pulse and felt it beating steadily.
Only then could Chaeseoha release a breath of relief.
Judging by his words, he harbored no thoughts of death.
She shook her head gently, her gaze turning toward one side.
And there, entering her field of vision, were those two.
Namgung Baek and Namgung Yeon.
The pair, struck by something incomprehensible, stood with eyes wide open, silently witnessing the scene before them.
“…What on earth… is happening here?”
“What’s happening? Our Young Master must have caused quite the incident.”
At Chaeseoha’s words, Namgung Baek swallowed hard.
His trembling eyes darted about before finally settling on Jin Cheon-u’s chest.
There, a mask hung half-exposed, its presence undeniable.
Namgung Baek was engulfed in a shock that nearly stole his breath.
He understood all too well what it signified.
Thus, every situation he had believed to be a dream was reality, and he could now comprehend perfectly the true identity of Pyo Hyeong-geom, who had transformed Moyong Hyeok into such a state.
Namgung Yeon beside him felt the same.
With eyes burdened by complex emotions, his expression laid bare the uncertainty of what to do.
At this, Chaeseoha offered a small smile.
“I can see exactly what you’re thinking. If you wish to speak of the Young Master to someone, feel free. However… only if you can bear the consequences.”
“…!”
Chaeseoha did not look at the expressions of the two men.
She simply moved her hand, inserting needles into Jin Cheon-u’s body.
Instantly, the blood that had scarcely ceased flowing stopped completely.
Then came the trembling voice of Namgung Baek.
“Then, was it truly… the Young Master who reduced Moyong Hyeok to such a state? What possible reason could there be…?”
“There must be something we do not know. He is not the sort to do such a thing merely for amusement. And even now….”
Chaeseoha glanced briefly toward the window.
The great sounds that had been ringing out had now quieted.
Though she could not know precisely who the opponent was, anyone capable of reducing Jin Cheon-u to such a state was undoubtedly a master of considerable skill.
But that opponent was Gu Gunbaek.
She was certain this silence was of his making.
Thus, for a moment, she saw flames rising fiercely into the sky.
Whether it was Gu Gunbaek’s doing or another’s, an uncontrollable inferno had erupted where the Chohyeon Family resided.
The heat of it could be felt even here.
“I’ve brought it!”
Then.
The door burst open urgently, and Chu Hyeongi rushed inside.
Approaching Jin Cheon-u hastily, he set down the heated water on the floor and gazed at Jin Cheon-u with worried eyes, whose own remained closed.
“Our Young Master is alright, isn’t he? I can trust that he is, can’t I?!”
“Phew— don’t worry. He said to make sure I can walk by tomorrow morning… so that’s what I must do.”
Chaeseoha steadied her resolve with a small sigh and began moving her hands.
She dampened cloth in hot water and carefully wiped away the blood and debris from the wound.
What followed—suturing the laceration and covering it with medicinal salve—every motion was executed with flawless precision.
“You two there, don’t just stand idle. Prepare a medicinal decoction. I’ll instruct you on the ingredients and method.”
“Understood.”
Namgung Baek nodded at Chaeseoha’s words.

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“Nngh… cough!”
Yeom Ji-hak clutched at a tree, groaning, before coughing violently and spitting blood.
His battered body trembled fiercely.
Standing alone seemed to demand all his strength, each step an ordeal, yet through sheer force of will he pressed forward.
Crack—!
After advancing some distance, he suddenly ground his teeth.
The shadows of two figures flickered before his eyes.
One was the wretch who had blinded him, the other the master who had reduced him to this state.
A humiliation he had never endured since beginning his martial training.
Emotion roiled within him like a demon of flame, burning with fury.
“Who are you, exactly…!”
His knowledge was broad enough that martial technique alone could reveal an opponent’s origins.
Yet neither the first opponent nor the master who appeared afterward could be precisely identified among the Rival Sects.
The martial arts of the Imperial Regent, brother to the Absolute Being?
No.
Of this much he could be certain.
It felt fundamentally different from the Divine’s techniques.
Especially the one who had done this to him—more savage, more bestial.
Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed.
Something was stirring in his memory.
“The Beast Palace?”
Yes, the martial arts bore a resemblance to the Beast Palace’s style.
Yet something was distinctly different.
The movements were similar yet unmistakably divergent, making it impossible to definitively claim a Beast Palace origin.
However, if it were someone from the Beast Palace, one name came to mind.
The vanished Demon King.
If it were him, he would be among those capable of reducing me to this state.
“I must verify this.”
Yeom Ji-hak narrowed his eyes and steadied his breathing.
If the Beast Palace was involved in this affair, he swore in that moment to exterminate them utterly.
Rustle—
The sound of thicket stirring came from somewhere.
Yeom Ji-hak narrowed his brow with a wary expression and began to stand guard.
Perhaps the one pursuing him had caught up.
Yet the figure before him was not who he expected.
Yeom Ji-hak’s expression twisted as he recognized the foremost person’s face.
“Elder Shin? Is that you?”
“Tsk tsk, what a pitiful state you’re in.”
A hunched elderly man emerged with a grating, phlegm-laden laugh. Behind him stood two others, and upon seeing them, Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed even deeper.
“Moyong?”
“Tsk tsk tsk, indeed. He asked me for a favor, so I obliged. Isn’t that right, Sword Emperor?”
“…That’s correct.”
Mo Yong-cheon nodded without averting his gaze from Yeom Ji-hak. His eyes gleamed with curiosity—he was genuinely wondering who had reduced the Snake Horn’s leader to such a state.
A being who read human emotion with serpentine cunning.
Even the Sword Emperor himself found it no simple task to achieve such a feat.
“I came seeking you as well, but clearly you’re in no condition for that. Tsk tsk tsk, who did this to you? The Snake Horn’s leader himself?”
“Stop asking useless questions and do your job. Isn’t that your role?”
At those words, Elder Shin clicked his tongue and slowly approached Yeom Ji-hak. After examining his condition carefully, he sighed—realizing there was nothing he could do here—and supported him.
He then turned his head lightly toward Mo Yong-cheon.
“Go and investigate what happened, Sword Emperor. This friend doesn’t seem inclined to tell me.”
“I am not your subordinate.”
“But you have received my assistance. Is that not so?”
Mo Yong-cheon said nothing to Elder Shin’s words.
His expression twisted with displeasure, yet he could not voice his discontent and merely stared at the elder.
Seeing this, Elder Shin smiled.
“Tsk tsk tsk, I trust you, you see.”
Saaahhh—
In an instant, Cloud Mist began to gather.
The thick mist that suddenly materialized wrapped around the two elders’ bodies, then abruptly spread in all directions before vanishing in an instant.
At the same time, the two elders’ figures were no longer visible.
Mo Yong-cheon stared at the spot and swallowed hard.
They had been right before his eyes, yet the moment they vanished, not a single trace or presence remained.
As if a person had simply disappeared before his very eyes.
Or perhaps, as if an immortal had ridden the clouds away?
Mo Yong-cheon unconsciously clenched his fists.
‘I will make that power mine. Without fail.’
Having resolved something, he slowly turned his head.
His eyes fell upon a man whose gaze burned with sharp intensity.
“Let us go.”
“Yes, Father.”
Moyong Hyeok.
He followed Mo Yong-cheon, his appearance intact—contrary to what I had anticipated.

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