The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 122

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 183

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“Is it true?”
“Yes. It’s a fact.”
At the highest peak of the vast Tianshan Mountains.
The Heavenly Demon Peak.
The countless individuals stationed there were none other than the demon experts representing the Demon Sect.
Each one of them was a figure whose mere alias could shake the Central Plains, yet they now stood before a massive gate with peculiar expressions.
The only gate through which one could ascend from Maun-bong to the Heavenly Demon Peak.
This gate could only be opened by warriors who had fought and triumphed through promotion duels, unless it was a special occasion like an enthronement ceremony.
And in this generation, this gate had opened only once.
Excluding the time when Ma Un, who would soon become the sect leader, broke through from the lowest Demon Abyss and ascended through Maun-bong, there had been no such occurrence in fifty years.
The disparity between the Demon Abyss and Maun-bong was so severe, and the power struggles within Maun-bong had intensified so greatly, that even when promotion duels were held, few could emerge victorious.
Yet now, the gate to the Heavenly Demon Peak stood wide open.
Creeeeak—Boom!
The moment the gate opened, the gazes of countless experts converged on a single point.
Where only Ma Un had walked alone fifty years ago, five individuals were now entering.
Everyone couldn’t help but express their astonishment at this truly unbelievable scene.
“This is impossible.”
“Believe what you see with your own eyes. In less than ten days, they broke through both the Demon Abyss and Maun-bong.”
Those present all cast looks of disbelief. However, the news spreading from various quarters confirmed that their movements were undeniable.
An unprecedented feat even within this Demon Sect.
And the fact that it came from the Cho Hon Jeon, considered the weakest faction, made it almost unbelievable as they accomplished such extraordinary deeds.
“It’s him.”
“The one in the middle?”
“Yes.”
As someone spoke, everyone’s gaze turned toward Jin Cheon-u in the center.
Had they not heard the news, they would never have believed it.
Alone.
He stood here having faced two hundred and fifty opponents.
Though he had not simultaneously faced all four commanders, merely from the fact that he had confronted and defeated the commanders in the midst of a chaotic melee, it was clear he was no ordinary figure.
Without exception, tension was evident in the eyes of all who gazed upon him.
Even those who had received superior education within the Tianshan Demon Sect, unlike others, would shake their heads if asked to replicate what Jin Cheon-u had accomplished.
“We’ll take this one for the Iron Cavalry Brigade.”
“What are you talking about? He’s from our Demon Form Brigade. He’s perfect for us.”
“You’re spouting nonsense. Obviously he should come to our side.”
The governance of the Heavenly Demon Peak was different from below—not merely halls or palaces.
Centered around the Demon Heaven Palace were the Angles, Halls, Palaces, and Towers.
This place was where true Demon Sect disciples resided, and everyone was doing their utmost to recruit talented individuals.
In that moment, those observing Jin Cheon-u furrowed their brows.
It was because Jin Cheon-u, taking in the people gathered from all directions, wore a faint smirk at the corner of his lips.
As if he were provoking them.
“Tsk, smiling?”
“What spirit! I like it.”
Many of them spoke such words while letting out hollow laughter.

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Just as the Demon Sect Lord’s enthronement ceremony drew near.
Finally, the gate leading up to the Heavenly Demon Peak opened.
At the same time, what came into view were endless stairs stretching before us, and as we began ascending through them, I could feel gazes pouring down from all around.
It was not just one person.
Countless beyond measure.
The aura felt throughout my entire body was extraordinary.
“Ha… ha…”
“Ugh…”
Perhaps because of this, Chu Hyeongi, Namgung Yeon, and Na Cheonmun seemed unable to breathe properly.
Had I not protected Chaeseoha, who was most vulnerable to such things, she would surely have already lost consciousness from the overwhelming pressure.
The oppression was that immense.
In truth, while facing Mayon-ji from the lowest tier and Maun-bong from the middle tier, I had wondered if this place was truly the Demon Sect, but the Heavenly Demon Peak was certainly different.
Just as the tales of countless Central Plains warriors fearing this place were no lie, each individual possessed an aura that was distinctly different.
I let out a quiet chuckle feeling such things.
Was it because of that?
I could see several of them making considerably displeased expressions.
According to what I heard, in fifty years, only one person had climbed from the lowest tier of Mayon-ji to the Heavenly Demon Peak, which meant most of those present here were from the Heavenly Demon Peak.
Truly precious individuals who had grown up only from the perspective of the strong, through and through.
I looked around at such people and spoke.
“Endure. If you cannot bear it, you have no right to ascend.”
“Ugh… yes!”
“Urgh!”
The moment my words ended, Na Cheonmun retched.
Chaeseoha was fine since I was protecting her, but because of that, the weakest Na Cheonmun was left completely exposed to the aura.
His eyes then rolled back as he was about to lose consciousness, so I quickly grabbed him and infused him with my energy.
Thanks to that, he regained his senses.
“Krkrkr.”
“Hahaha!”
“Hoho!”
Simultaneously, sounds of ridicule echoed from all around.
In that moment, I understood.
The instant the door opened, I grasped their true intention in standing arrayed before me.
Cheonma Ridge was the true Demon Sect.
It was a clear demonstration that they were different from the lower ranks, and a threat warning us not to act carelessly with our pitiful skills.
Moreover, it was also meant to make us feel it with our entire bodies and bring us shame.
“How pathetic.”
I scoffed at them and climbed to the top of the stairs.
Soon, the true form of Cheonma Ridge came into view.
Perched upon a massive mountain peak stood Macheonggung, the residence known as the Demon Heaven Palace, and beneath it lay a vast expanse of land that seemed impossible for a mountaintop, with countless large and small pavilions erected throughout.
There appeared to be marketplaces and shops as well.
One wouldn’t be surprised if they’d taken all of Luoyang and transplanted it here.
The existence of such a vast space atop a mountain was remarkable enough, but the fact that they’d constructed an entire settlement here rivaling Luoyang in scale was utterly astounding.
Moreover, something else.
I glanced subtly around the surroundings.
At the edge of the vast land, countless boulders both large and small.
Upon closer inspection, one could see ancient sword marks embedded in the ground itself.
If my suspicion was correct, it meant someone had carved this entire expanse flat with a sword.
Just as successive Gung-jus had excavated that cave where Gu Gunbaek dwelled with their bare fists.
“Truly monsters.”
Whether Namman or the Demon Sect, there was no shortage of madmen.
I shook my head and turned my gaze away.
Those who had been watching us with interest began leaving one by one, as if they’d lost all concern.
Only then did the oppressive pressure that had been bearing down heavily dissipate.
“If I receive a welcome like that one more time, they’ll tear me apart.”
“…It was truly brutal. I thought I was going to stop breathing.”
“Let’s find a place to rest first. We’ve worked hard enough—we should rest for at least a day.”
“A day? I think we’d need a week even then.”
Chaeseoha shook her head with an expression of exasperation.
Her complexion was equally poor.
Though she hadn’t wielded a sword, she’d been constantly treating my wounds while staying close by, so she’d been moving about quite actively as well.
That’s why deep shadows hung beneath her eyes.
Then it happened.
I noticed strange figures approaching us.
It was no mistake—the man who stood before me fixed his gaze upon me and opened his mouth.
“Are you the ones who came up from Cho Hon Jeon?”
“Yes, we are. However…”
“We are errand runners of the Commander.”
The Commander?
The moment I heard the word “Commander,” my brow furrowed and Na Cheonmun held his breath in shock.
With the position of Sect Leader vacant, if one were to name the highest authority in the Demon Sect, it would be none other than Grand Master Baek-gong.
I met the man’s gaze without flinching.
“May I ask what brings someone of your standing to seek us out?”
The man regarded me in silence.
His expression and eyes betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
He resembled nothing so much as one who faithfully comprehended orders.
Because of this, I could not predict his thoughts in the slightest.
In that moment.
The man nodded and signaled to someone, whereupon those nearby encircled us and placed their hands upon their sword hilts.
As if prepared to draw at any provocation.
Thanks to this, the departing Demon Sect disciples turned their attention back toward us.
“Will you come with us for a moment?”
“Is refusal not an option?”
“It is possible, but you would not survive the attempt.”
If we refused to accompany them, they would resort to force.
An unmistakable threat.
Even if I somehow managed to shake off the man before me, those watching from the periphery would never allow such an escape.
Breaking through the Demon Sect’s vaunted masters was simply not feasible.
It seemed wisest not to create unnecessary trouble here.
I nodded and shifted my gaze.
“What will you do about this?”
“Eh?!”
I directed my attention toward Chu Hyeongi and subtly stepped back. As he naturally became the apparent leader of our group, the man’s expression grew peculiar as he fixed his gaze upon him.
Then his voice came, firm and unmistakable.
“Will you go or not? Decide.”
As the weighty words pierced his ears, Chu Hyeongi exhaled helplessly and glanced at my signal.
“Hahaha! Going is no trouble at all, but… well… will you provide food? I’m not sure if you know, but we’re quite famished.”
“…Speak to the Grand Master about it.”
“Understood! Let’s go then!”
Chu Hyeongi adapted to the situation with remarkable ease and burst into laughter once more, prompting the man to sigh and lead the way.
Judging solely from the way he looked at Chu Hyeongi—as one might regard a barbarian—it seemed he had already discerned something of his true nature.
Indeed, it had been quite long.
Despite the chaos surrounding the enthronement, those here were not the sort to fail to see through the martial techniques revealed so abundantly during the promotion duels.
Which meant.
Namgung Yeon had likely been exposed as well.
Unable to conceal my true cultivation realm while fighting, I had displayed every technique at my disposal, and they would have certainly noted the swordsmanship of the Namgung clan within it.
In truth, being summoned here was the more surprising development.
It made me wonder if perhaps they knew everything all along, yet possessed such confidence that I could never cross over to their side.
I found myself smiling despite myself as I looked ahead.
Our destination was not the Demon Palace.
It was a magnificent pavilion situated some distance away.
The moment the door opened to what appeared at first glance to be an unremarkable place, and I stepped inside, I could see two figures.
Two men became visible to me.
A middle-aged man leisurely tending to an orchid, and another middle-aged man standing at a distance, observing us.
I instantly recognized who they were.
The one gazing in our direction was none other than Grand Master Baek-gong, called the brain of the Demon Sect, and the one managing the orchid without revealing even a hint of his presence was—
Once called the Ink Thunder Sword Demon, now bearing the title of Ink Emperor and holding one of the Ten Thrones, destined soon to claim the name of the Great Heavenly Demon.
It was Ma Un.
His gaze turned toward us with leisurely ease.
The moment we received that gaze, everyone’s bodies trembled.
His eyes were calm, yet they seemed to pierce through a person entirely.
As he examined each person one by one, he showed curiosity upon confirming Chu Hyeongi, and his eyes flickered with intrigue as he looked upon Namgung Yeon.
And in that final moment.
When his gaze fixed upon me.
His pupils wavered.
“Has Geomcheon taken on a disciple?”
Then, a question I had heard once before pierced into my ears again.

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