The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 119

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 180

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Ryu Jin-hong and Ryu Gak sat in the office, their heads throbbing with frustration. They yearned to send those people away as quickly as possible, yet resolving the matter proved far from simple.
If it could be settled with mere money, nothing would be better, but no matter how they examined it, such a resolution seemed unlikely.
As they debated back and forth, desperately searching for some solution, an unexpected sound of a bell rang out from beyond the walls.
Claaang—!
“Sigh—what madman would hold a promotion duel right before the enthronement ceremony?”
“Perhaps he lacks situational awareness, or his confidence has become excessively inflated.”
“Haha, quite right. Everyone’s nerves are already on edge as it is. He won’t even make it up before he comes crashing down. Tsk, tsk.”
Ryu Gak nodded in agreement with his father’s words.
To achieve promotion, one needed one hundred Mun characters from each warrior.
However, considering the skill levels of the warriors in each palace, it was not easy, and the Chohon Palace, which could be considered the easiest prey, had most of its assigned warriors out on missions as the enthronement ceremony drew near, leaving very few remaining.
There was no point in even attempting it.
“It has nothing to do with the Chohon Palace. From the start, there aren’t even warriors capable of holding a promotion duel. So there should be no need to concern ourselves with it.”
Ryu Jin-hong nodded at his son’s words.
Since they would not be participating, there was no reason to pay attention, and their priority now was devising a strategy to send away the guests.
“Tell me then—what is your assessment? That Junior Prince, I mean. What could he possibly want that he clings so stubbornly?”
“He doesn’t appear to want anything in particular. It’s as if he doesn’t even care, as though it’s none of his concern.”
At those words, both men let out simultaneous groans.
He had entered under the pretext of retrieving his horse, yet the Junior Prince Chu Hyeongi showed no signs of attempting to reclaim it, which meant he wasn’t seeking anything either.
He simply clung to them.
Why?
The bizarre situation only made their headaches worse.
Booom—!
Then, a tremendous sound erupted, accompanied by a tremor.
The vibration was slight enough to be barely perceptible, yet both men simultaneously furrowed their brows.
“This one seems rather violent.”
“He appears to possess considerable skill. Though it has nothing to do with our Chohon Palace, of course.”
“Ha, yes, yes. Don’t strike so true, will you? This old father’s heart aches.”
At his son’s words, which pierced like an awl through his chest, Ryu Jin-hong turned his head with a bitter smile.
His throat felt inexplicably parched, so he naturally brought tea to his lips.
“Leader—Leader—!”
Then, a loud voice rang out from beyond the walls.
Ryu Jin-hong, who had been drinking tea, furrowed his brow and turned his head. The door burst open without even being granted permission to enter.
It was only natural that both father and son’s expressions darkened.
But the one who rushed in, gasping for breath, entered with such urgency that such matters seemed meaningless, and cried out:
“A promotion duel is underway!”
“Yes, I already know. But did you think I wouldn’t know, that you entered so rudely without permission?”
“No… that’s not it!”
“Promotion matches happen frequently enough. Don’t concern yourselves with it and focus on your assigned duties.”
Ryu Jin-hong waved his hand dismissively, as if he had no desire to hear more.
This was not the time to waste mental energy on such trivial matters.
There were people he wanted to expel as soon as possible.
But then, an utterly unexpected voice reached his ears.
“We held a promotion match!”
“…What?”
“What do you mean? Us? Why?”
Both Ryu Jin-hong and Ryu Gak were left dumbfounded.
The Chohon Division was the last place one would expect a promotion match to occur.
Even the leader himself found it far more comfortable to simply go about his days handling menial tasks.
Yet suddenly, what was this?
“Wait, who on earth did this?!”
“It was… Na Cheonmun…!”
“…!”
Upon hearing the name, Ryu Jin-hong squeezed his eyes shut.
There was no way Na Cheonmun could have initiated a promotion match.
He was someone who could barely defeat one or two opponents to begin with.
But who was standing beside him now?
None other than….
“This damned Namman bastard—!”
Once again, someone from Namman was stirring up the Demonic Sect.

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Whoosh—!
“Crack!”
I swung my sword guard lightly, striking the opponent’s throat. As his body collapsed, I caught him gently and hurled him toward Na Cheonmun beside me, who swiftly snatched the Demon Gate Token from him.
Perhaps because of that, Chaeseoha, who was nestled in my arms, furrowed her brow.
“Ah— riding in the carriage that the elder drives would be so much better.”
“Bear with it. Otherwise, you would have had to stay behind, which is worse, is it not?”
“Well, that’s true, but….”
Chaeseoha, cradled in my embrace, let out a long sigh.
Moving forward while deploying light body technique was already nauseating enough, and having to dodge and weave while facing enemies rushing from all directions—how dizzy must she be?
Yet there was no alternative.
I smiled bitterly and turned my head.
Na Cheonmun had stripped off his upper garment and rolled it like a bundle, carrying it on his back, already packed with a considerable number of Demon Gate Tokens.
Even as we advanced toward the Amsu Palace, it was because of the warriors from each faction who kept attacking us relentlessly.
“You bastards—!”
Whoosh—!
Those who appeared with a sudden ambush targeted Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon ahead, but faster-moving fists and sword guards rendered them unconscious.
It was instantaneous.
To the extent that I felt the effort I’d put in was worthwhile, they now performed their escort role perfectly.
“At this rate, we’re going to destroy everything.”
“Wasn’t that the intention from the start?”
“What are you talking about? I’m conducting legitimate activities to ascend according to the Demon Sect’s regulations.”
“….”
Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon, who were ahead, suddenly turned back and narrowed their eyes suspiciously.
At their unexpected gaze, I turned to look and saw a massive building engulfed in flames.
Our destination was the Amsu Palace, and that was the Geumsu Palace, which stood on the path leading there.
Repairing it would require considerable money and time.
I glanced back at Na Cheonmun.
“As long as we don’t kill them, it should be fine, right?”
“We could kill them, but… this level of damage is the first time since the promotion tournament began… I believe.”
Na Cheonmun clicked his tongue and trembled, gauging my reaction.
Though Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon had contributed their efforts, I had no intention of waiting for a prolonged battle, so I had to handle a substantial portion myself.
Having witnessed it firsthand, he seemed shocked.
The moment I smiled slightly and looked ahead, I sensed a presence.
“They’re coming.”
The instant the words left my mouth, Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon tensed.
At the same time, I felt Chaeseoha embrace me more tightly, and I clearly sensed the presence of countless individuals.
“You bastards! Does the Chohon Faction dare to look down on the Amsu Palace?!”
“We won’t tolerate the Chohon Faction!”
“We’ll kill them even if we have to bite our own tongues! If we’re breached by those bastards, we’ll be a laughingstock for life!”
Those who had stirred up their morale to an unusual degree were undoubtedly members of the Amsu Palace.
I had faced quite a number of Amsujon’s personnel on my way here, yet they continued to arrive in sufficient numbers to maintain their assault.
Even the way they ignited their fighting spirit was laughable.
Most of them seemed to feel that being pierced and defeated by someone like Choseoha was a greater shame than losing their lives.
Indeed, if they were to be bested by those they had always looked down upon as the weakest, it would certainly become a lifelong source of ridicule.
I let out a soft chuckle.
“Duck down.”
At my single command, I saw Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon hastily lower their heads, and without hesitation, I launched myself forward.
“Kyaaaah!?”
Catching Chaeseoha’s sharp cry in my ears as she clung to me, I closed the distance with fluid grace and swung my sword guard down upon those before me.
Thwack!
In an instant, I struck the heads and jaws of the two nearest men, then stepped upon their collapsing bodies and pressed forward to overwhelm them further.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
The expressions of those who recoiled in shock at the incoming sword guard filled my vision, and they fell with a brilliance befitting the phrase “autumn wind scattering leaves.”
The heavy thuds of impact resonated dully in my ears.
Yet what rang out even more forcefully was Chaeseoha’s sharp voice, piercing enough to tear the ears.
“Are you trying to kill someone!?”
“It couldn’t be helped. The faster we go, the sooner we come down.”
“Eek!?”
At her glare from the side, I instinctively averted my gaze and dashed forward again.
Squeeze—
Chaeseoha’s grip tightened with all her strength as if she intended to snap my waist, yet it had no effect whatsoever.
Instead, I displayed my composure and looked ahead.
At last, I could see what could be called our destination.
“Is that it?”
“Ah… Yes! That is Amsujon!”
I nodded and quickened my pace further.
The moment the distance to Amsujon narrowed, I leaped over the wall that appeared more than twice my height and cleared it in one bound.
Soon, the landscape of Amsujon revealed itself before my eyes.
I could see numerous people standing in wait.
Their numbers were so vast that counting them proved difficult, and unlike before, I could sense the presence of considerably skilled Powerful Experts.
Observing this, I narrowed my eyes.
What stood out most was none other than the figure standing at the rear.
Clad in ornate robes and regarding me with sharp eyes, I suspected that man was the Leader who managed this Amsujon.
I drew my sword.
In that instant, the eyes of the presumed Leader widened.
That alone was sufficient confirmation.
He was shocked that I possessed his son’s sword—this meant he was undoubtedly the Leader of Amsujon.
Whoosh—!
The moment my feet touched the ground.
I launched myself forward before the blades could even fly.
I shot forward in a burst of speed.
Moving at a velocity akin to light itself, I weaved through all the figures in the Dark Water Palace in an instant, and I caught sight of the Leader’s expression of shock.
In that same moment, I swung my sword.
The moonlight gathered on the blade flashed across him with terrifying speed.
Screech—!
Whoooosh—!
“…Leader?!”
The Leader, spewing blood from his chest, staggered as if to collapse. Yet proving he was of a different caliber than those I had faced thus far, he regained his balance and thrust his sword forward with terrifying force.
Was his target Chaeseoha?
I twisted my body, parried the strike, and swung back.
Flash, flash—!
The piercing light of the moonblade continued to pressure my opponent.
In the next moment, as I blocked another strike, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, rendering it impossible to discern where it had gone.
“You bastard—! What exactly are you?! This is not the martial art of the Chohon School!”
Clang—!
The Leader, barely parrying the blade hidden in darkness, let out a horrified shriek, vehemently denying reality.
But I paid no heed to his voice and did not cease my assault.
To achieve perfect victory against so many, there was no other way but to bring this man to his knees.
Thus, I pressed forward relentlessly.
Clang, clang, clang—!
The moment the moonlight emerged from the clouds once more, my assault accelerated far beyond what it had been before.
To a degree that even my opponent found bewildering.
Simultaneously, I moved my body with even greater speed.
Those around us who had been seeking an opening hesitated, unable to extend their blades. To do so would risk striking their own Leader.
“…How dare the Chohon School——!”
“That Chohon School transcends the Dark Water Palace today.”
I did not particularly think such things.
I had no interest in it.
But now I had entered the Demonic Cult and wore the robes of the Chohon School.
I thought and acted as a member of the Demonic Cult as much as possible.
I thought as a Demonic Cultivator of the Chohon School and infused my sword with even greater force.
The moment the Leader felt the swelling power, he gasped in alarm.
“Today, we transcend you!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! You mere servants——!”
The Leader, whose pride was wounded by my words, drew upon the power of extremity and channeled it into his blade in that instant.
But I swung my sword faster still.
Screech—!
My swung blade cut through the Leader’s body once more.
Whoooosh!
Blood erupted skyward in a fountain, and the Leader’s form, which had seemed as though it would not fall, collapsed to the ground like a puppet.
At that same moment.
“Hyaaaah!”
Jang Chuchyeong vaulted over the high wall and revealed himself, his fist clenched with terrible intent.
The most devastating martial technique against overwhelming odds.
Gu Gunbaek’s Heavenly Crushing Strike erupted with savage ferocity.
Boom!

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