The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 131

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 192

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“Hey, did you hear? Last night…”
“Shh! Keep your voice down.”
No matter how vast the Demon Sect of Tianshan was, it remained Tianshan.
Small rumors swelled like snowballs and spread in an instant, so word of last night’s events reached everyone in the blink of an eye.
Yet the Demon Sect disciples huddled together fell silent.
The coronation ceremony would begin shortly.
It was the day a new absolute ruler representing the Demon Sect of Tianshan would be established, and none wished to speak of unseemly matters.
Thus the Heavenly Demon’s coronation ceremony began.
Dong— Dong— Dong— Dong—!
From the Heavenly Demon’s Pavilion to Maun-bong and Mayeonji.
The bells rang without pause as all Demon Sect disciples bowed their heads.
With that, the one who appeared was none other than Ma Un.
Dressed in splendid robes unlike anything before, she emerged from her quarters and began moving toward the Demon Heaven Palace.
Along her path, countless Demon Sect disciples prostrated themselves and lowered their heads.
A display of reverence toward the strongest and supreme of the Demon Sect.
No one raised their head, and no one spoke.
Soon, Ma Un, who had been walking toward the Demon Heaven Palace, came to a stop before a single tree.
A massive tree standing beside the Demon Heaven Palace.
Its age was evident from its sheer size, and its sprawling branches revealed a majestic grandeur.
I had seen this before.
The very symbol that represented the Demon Sect.
Some believed that the symbol representing the Demon Sect would be something detestable, given that they walked the demonic path, but unexpectedly, this tree had become the symbol of the Demon Sect.
Observing its form from a distance, I turned my head to look at Gu Ma-hyeop beside me.
“What exactly is that tree?”
“It is the Demon Spirit Tree. Since the founding of the Demon Sect until now, it has always stood as if protecting us.”
“A sacred tree, then.”
I nodded as I listened to Gu Ma-hyeop’s words.
From the moment the Demon Sect was founded until now.
That tree must have witnessed the birth of countless new Heavenly Demons, and shared in all the joys and sorrows of the Demon Sect.
Yes, thinking about it, I could understand why the symbol representing the Demon Sect had become a tree.
Ma Un, who had approached the Demon Spirit Tree, opened her mouth as if to proclaim her ascension as the sect leader.
In an instant, the cheers of the people filled the air.
-Uwaaaaaa!
From the Heavenly Demon’s Pavilion to Maun-bong and Mayeonji.
Their roars echoing from all directions seemed to spread across all of Tianshan.
The sound alone was enough to make one’s chest swell with grandeur.
Soon, Ma Un, who had absorbed the collective yearning of all the Demon Sect disciples, began to emit thick, dark demonic energy.
As if displaying her own momentum without restraint, the cheers of the crowd grew louder and louder.
Now it was so deafening that my ears were beginning to ache.
Then.
Ma Un, who had been releasing her demonic energy, slowly began to move toward the Demon Heaven Palace.
The tightly sealed doors, which seemed as though they would never open, responded to the demonic energy and swung open without resistance. The moment she stepped inside, the massive doors slammed shut with a thunderous sound.
Boom!
—Waaaahhhhh!
A new Demon Sect Master had been born.
And those who watched in bated breath.
Then.
Muk-hwang’s demonic energy, which stretched like clouds from the Demon Spirit Tree to the Demon Heaven Palace, began to surge back toward the Demon Spirit Tree.
As if the reason for drawing up that energy had been for this very moment.
Soon it was absorbed into the Demon Spirit Tree.
As if absorbing the demonic energy released by the new supreme ruler, the aura of Muk-hwang that stretched across the surroundings seeped into the Demon Spirit Tree and vanished, and finally.
Flowers began to bloom.
Like countless plum blossoms bursting forth, the black spiritual flowers that symbolized the Demon Sect bloomed across the entire Demon Spirit Tree, creating a magnificent spectacle.
I, as well as Chaeseoha and Namgung Yeon watching nearby, and even Jang Chuchyeong could not hide their astonishment.
“Remarkable. I never thought I would witness such a rare sight.”
“The Black Spirit Flowers of the Demon Spirit Tree can only bloom through one destined to become the Sect Master. That is why the Demon Sect disciples say that the Heavens have chosen a new Sect Master.”
“No one else can make them bloom?”
“Haha, regrettably not. Quite a fascinating phenomenon, is it not?”
I gazed at the unfolding spectacle with fascinated eyes.
Black Spirit Flowers that only the Demon Sect Master could bloom.
It was a mysterious sight that seemed to belong only to legends.
The Demon Sect disciples spoke of the Heavens choosing the Master, and witnessing this scene alone was enough to make such a claim entirely believable.
Having absorbed this wondrous sight, I shifted my gaze.
Near the Demon Heaven Palace.
Despite the countless demonic cultivators gathered and cheering, I noticed those trembling with an oddly palpable anxiety.
“Remarkable that they’re still alive.”
I could identify who they were.
Those who had joined hands with Nam Tae-cheon to harm Muk-hwang.
I had assumed they would either be imprisoned somewhere or have lost their heads, but they appeared quite intact.
However, their expressions and eyes were filled with unease and fear.
I glanced briefly at Gu Ma-hyeop.
Without saying a word, he wore a bitter smile, but from the way things were unfolding, I could guess what had happened.
He had simply let them be.
To Ma Un, now the Sect Master, such beings—who could be kicked aside and trampled—posed no threat even if they wielded needles and made a show of resistance.
Truly magnanimous.
They will never be able to lift their heads before Ma Un again.
Kneeling with bowed heads, they will stand at the forefront of absolute obedience.
Because they know it is the only way to survive.
It was while I was observing them with pitying eyes for a moment.
The voice of Gu Ma-hyeop beside me rang out.
“It is time to enter now.”
At those words, I nodded my head.
The time had come to meet the new Heavenly Demon Lord.

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The place called the Demon Heaven Palace was far more splendid and magnificent than Ma Un’s residence could ever compare to.
Not only from the outside, but the interior was adorned with countless decorative objects symbolizing the status of the Heavenly Demon, each one sufficiently imposing to make any observer feel overwhelmed.
The appearance of the palace’s interior exuded such an oppressive presence that even Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon, who were glancing about nervously, were swallowing their saliva.
However, what struck most profoundly was something else.
The Heavenly Demon’s throne positioned in a higher place.
In the vast space that could only be seen by raising one’s head, the Heavenly Demon’s throne sat alone, and the overwhelming pressure it emanated was incomparable to what was felt throughout the hall.
Without realizing it, I swallowed hard with an awkward smile.
Then, she appeared.
Thud, thud—
With footsteps echoing from somewhere, Ma Un revealed herself. The moment she, clad in a pitch-black dragon robe, walked without hesitation toward the throne and took her seat, I inadvertently gasped.
I had often heard the saying that the position makes the person.
Especially, that had been true in Beijing.
But now it was clearly different.
The person makes the position shine all the brighter.
The throne seemed to have been created solely for Muk-hwang.
The figure seated there was unmistakably different from the one I had seen yesterday.
Her eyes had grown deeper, and the aura she emanated was different.
The one before my eyes was undoubtedly the apex of the Heavenly Mountain Demon Sect.
The overwhelming presence was such that one could not help but think so.
As everyone except me trembled under the pressure and bowed their heads, a short laugh escaped—a sound that pierced my ears.
Then, a voice was heard.
“Do you know why I have summoned you?”
“It is time to settle our debt.”
“A debt, you say… How amusing.”
Ma Un’s expression, as she looked at me, changed.
As if she found it absurd and exasperating.
Who would dare speak of settling a debt with the Lord of the Heavenly Mountain Demon Sect?
Because of this, anxiety appeared on the faces of my trembling companions.
However, I paid it no particular mind.
After all, we are not Demon Sect disciples.
Moreover, one must not forget that this side is a creditor who has come to collect a debt, while that side is a debtor who owes one.
I smiled slightly as I looked at Ma Un, and he too wore a small smile.
“You wish for a sword to be forged by the Forge Master’s hand?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“Then let it be so. It is no great difficulty.”
The one most shocked by those words was Gu Ma-hyeop, who stood beside us.
It was an act of casually overturning the doctrine that swords crafted by the Forge Master must belong solely to the Heavenly Demon, and he ought to have objected—yet there were no elders or senior disciples present to voice opposition, and Gu Ma-hyeop himself held no authority to speak.
I bowed respectfully.
Should this fact become known, it might cause considerable upheaval, but such matters were trivial to Ma Un.
After all, I had gained far more through my existence than what was being given.
Rather, it felt as though I was the one running at a loss.
Ma Un was not one to overlook such things.
Thereafter, Ma Un’s gaze turned toward Chaeseoha.
The debt of the Uiseon family that had lingered long without resolution.
Now it was time to settle it.
“Bring it forth.”
At those weighty words that resonated through the space, Grand Master Baek-gong appeared from wherever he had been waiting.
A small wooden box was held in his hands, and as he carefully approached Chaeseoha, he handed over what he carried to her.
“Please accept this. It is something the Previous Heavenly Demon had procured for the Chaeseo family.”
She accepted the wooden box with a bewildered expression and looked toward me—as if asking whether she could open it here. I nodded in response.
The moment she carefully opened it.
Click—
Several objects came into view within.
The first thing to catch the eye was a spirit pill.
Undoubtedly, the Demon Sect’s Soul Demon Spirit Pill, known to be in no way inferior when compared to the Great Restoration Pill.
It could not be obtained unless one belonged to the Demon Sect, and even within the sect, only the Sect Master could possess such a spirit pill.
Therefore, even I widened my eyes in surprise.
But the surprise did not end there.
The object placed beside the spirit pill.
Two volumes of books and one short blade.
The short blade was certainly an impressive item worthy of being called a treasure sword, one of the two books was a cultivation method, and the other was a secret manual called the Demon Hand Dagger Blade.
I gazed upon that secret manual and asked.
“The Demon Hand Dagger Blade, you say…?”
“It is one of the Previous Heavenly Demon’s exclusive martial arts.”
The moment those words reached my ears.
I clicked my tongue and wore a bitter smile.
So it was not the short blade technique of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art that only the Sect Master could master.
I could not hide my disappointment, but it was acceptable.
After all, I could simply extract the essence and be done with it.
Moreover, merely obtaining the Heart Technique was an extraordinary achievement in itself.
I had managed to create other things through various means, but the Heart Technique had never been easy to acquire.
With such thoughts, I glanced at Chaeseoha, only to find her expression lukewarm—as though she felt little interest beyond the Spirit Elixir.
Yet her eyes widened as she gazed upon the final item.
She quickly extended her hand, grasped it, and examined it from every angle before letting out a cry of astonishment.
“The Immortal Soul Needle?!”
“What is that?”
“You don’t know, Young Master? It’s the Immortal Soul Needle! The very artifact said to contain the soul of an immortal!”
“…So I’m asking why an immortal’s soul would dwell within a needle in the first place.”
“How would I know? In any case, it’s that remarkable of a needle. Where on earth did you obtain this?”
Chaeseoha bounced excitedly, her voice growing louder.
So consumed was she by the Immortal Soul Needle that she seemed oblivious to her surroundings, prompting me to glance toward Ma Un without thinking.
“As stated, it is the Immortal Soul Needle. I have heard that the Previous Heavenly Demon searched for it across the Central Plains, beyond the borders, the Western Regions, and the Eastern Lands. Beyond that, I myself do not know the precise details.”
Yet even Ma Un shook his head, admitting ignorance of the needle, and when I sought answers from Grand Master Baek-gong, he too turned away.
Still, judging by Chaeseoha’s frenzied reaction alone, it was clear this was an extraordinarily precious object.
Moreover, by its name alone, it seemed to surpass even the Demon Sect’s Soul Demon Spirit Ring in significance.
I smiled and called out to restrain the excited Chaeseoha, whereupon she hastily tucked the needle into her chest, fearing someone might snatch it from her.
I could not fathom why she chose that particular location.
I exhaled a sigh and bowed respectfully toward Ma Un.
“Thank you, Sect Leader. The wait has proven worthwhile—I have received truly magnificent treasures.”
“Is that so?”
Yet for some reason, Ma Un smiled.
His gaze then drifted subtly toward the Grand Master.
Upon receiving that look, the Grand Master’s expression grew somewhat reluctant, and with a long sigh, he withdrew a single booklet from his robes.
He then handed it to none other than Namgung Yeon.
“This item was exchanged for the Demon Sect’s shame, but now the time has come to return it.”
Namgung Yeon, failing to grasp the meaning, gazed at the booklet being offered with a puzzled expression.
In that moment.
Everyone present could not suppress their astonishment.

The Emperor’s Sword Form.

The lost supreme swordsmanship of the Namgung had returned.

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