The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 134

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 195

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An ominous premonition thrashed wildly within me.
The instincts of a Powerful Expert beyond a certain threshold cannot be ignored.
Even as I bolted toward the main gate, my furrowed brow refused to relax.
Turning my gaze toward the distant gate, I witnessed countless warriors from various sects hurrying outside, and with each wave, the sound grew louder and more deafening.
Boom— Crash—!
“Gahhhhh!”
“Kyieeeek!”
Tremendous explosions and screams filled with terror.
Even the sight of some weaker individuals caught in the wind pressure, sent flying.
Without fully comprehending the suddenly unfolding situation, I accelerated even faster.
Could it be the Divine Sect?
Or perhaps Gwanbaek?
Perhaps it was even Mo Yeongjung-cheon, finally unable to contain himself any longer. Regardless, it was clearly a force I could not ignore, so I moved with greater urgency.
In an instant, I closed the vast distance in a single breath.
The wide-open main gate was crowded with countless people.
They drew their swords and stood in confrontation, but were sent flying and tumbling by the power of someone stretching forth their strength.
Passing through the gate seemed impossible.
I launched myself high into the air.
Kicking off the ground with force, I soared upward and cleared the tall sect gate in a single bound.
Then the unfolding scene came into view.
A man with a thick smile on his lips wielded a saber held in one hand.
Boom—!
“Where are you?! Come out—! Jin Cheon-u—!”
Followed by a voice that rang out sharply in my ears.
Was the target none other than me?
Just from that alone, I could sense this was no benevolent visit, and in the moment I landed lightly on the ground.
My eyes met with the man wielding the saber.
His pupils widened greatly.
Simultaneously, I too could not hide my astonishment.
“Hahaha! My friend! We finally meet!”
The man burst into loud laughter as his saber suddenly turned toward me and came slashing down.
Clang—!
In that instant, tremendous force flooded in.
A force that pushed a person backward in a single breath.
As I was driven back, I let out an incredulous laugh.
“Why are you here?”
“Of course I came to settle our match!”
“Settle our match?”
“The one we didn’t finish last time. What we left unfinished!”
Whoooosh—!
The sweeping blade grazed across my chest.
It was incomparably faster than last time.
He had clearly raised his level considerably in this short span of time.
Seeing this, I let out a hollow laugh.
“This is not a place for Soocheonchu to be. Not here.”
“We’re friends, so it’s fine!”
“Friends who draw their blades at first sight?”
“That’s how warriors make friends with their swords!”
Whoooosh whoooosh whoooosh—!
Cheon Yul’s blade from Sa Do-cheon’s Soocheonchu moved like a madman.
His movements were overwhelmingly dominant—what appeared before my eyes was an illusion, and the blade wielded by that illusion was real.
Clang—!
As I deflected and turned my gaze, another blade flew at me—this time the blade was an illusion and his figure was real.
Illusion and reality were intertwined.
It wasn’t perfect illusion technique like the Death Emperor’s, but there was no doubt he had elevated his level far beyond what it was last time.
I let out a hollow laugh and surveyed my surroundings.
Warriors from numerous sects lay scattered about.
All of them were gasping for breath, staring at this situation in shock, and many among them bore considerable injuries.
I sighed.
“You caused all this commotion just to settle a match with me?”
“I have to beat you to prove I’m Soocheonchu! I’m the type who can’t live with losing. I searched through mountains and fields for a long time before finding this place.”
“So it appears.”
Cheon Yul’s words were clearly no lie—his appearance was in ruins. If I hadn’t witnessed his martial prowess, I would never have believed it. He looked so worn that no one would accept he was Soocheonchu Cheon Yul.
No one would believe it at all.
But thinking about it, it was rather amusing.
Shanxi and Henan weren’t that far apart, and Taiyuan, where Sa Do-cheon and Luoyang were located, was a capital with well-developed main roads.
It was rather funny that during the time I traveled from Luoyang to Namman and back to Luoyang again, he couldn’t find his way here.
Boom—!
But rather than such thoughts, I needed to stop the relentless blade wind first.
Observing the three-pronged blades extending toward me, I furrowed my brow. I had to determine which was illusion and which was not.
In that instant, I extended my sword.
Clang clang clang—!
All three extended blades were not illusions.
They merely appeared like illusions to the eye because of his unbelievably fast speed.
Thus, Cheon Yul’s shocked expression came into view.
The moment his opening was completely exposed.
Without hesitation, I threw my fist forward.
Thwack—!
“Guh—?!”
My fist sank deep into his abdomen.
As Cheon Yul’s eyes looked ready to burst from their sockets, his body convulsed violently before—
“Bleuuuugh!”
He vomited everything he’d eaten and collapsed to his knees.
But unable to overcome the rapidly draining strength, he toppled forward, his face plunging into his own vomit as he lost consciousness.
I stepped back slightly, creating distance between us.
“…What about the young master, sir?”
“Just leave him. He’ll find his way back once he comes to.”
“Ah… understood.”
I turned my gaze to survey my surroundings.
Though invisible, there were eyes watching me from the shadows.
And that killing intent I’d felt before Cheon Yul collapsed.
After all, this was Soocheonchu’s procession leading Sa Do-cheon—they wouldn’t have sent him alone.
Thinking they would retrieve him on their own if I left him be, I turned away.
“Lock the doors and scatter some salt. Those who are injured should seek out So-ha.”
“Yes!”
Everyone present watched as I swiftly subdued this absurd situation, their eyes gleaming as they responded with vigor.
Burdensome as it was.

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It was a full hour later when Cheon Yul opened his eyes. As he slowly pushed himself upright, a sharp, searing pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to curl forward like a shrimp and furrow his brow.
He lifted his upper garment slightly to check, and upon seeing the vivid bruising stained with blood, he couldn’t help but let out a low whistle.
“This is something else.”
Cheon Yul paused, searching his memory.
My technique had been flawless, and I was confident that few existed who could stop it.
This certainty came from recalling Jin Cheon-u’s abilities as I had witnessed them in Shanxi.
That version of him would surely have fallen for it.
I had unleashed a technique that left no room for escape.
Yet he saw through it completely.
And it didn’t end there—he had even dismantled my technique, leaving me at a loss for how to process this.
It felt as though in this brief span of time, I had advanced one step while he had sprinted leagues ahead.
Or perhaps “soared” was the better word?
The gap in our levels was that profound.
Cheon Yul exhaled a long sigh, his gaze fixed upon the tightly sealed gates of the Jin Family of Luoyang.
As if they had forgotten that I was Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon, the firmly closed gates showed no intention of opening, and Jin Cheon-u himself was nowhere to be seen.
Look at them.
The warriors standing guard wore expressions of unmistakable satisfaction.
There was no escaping the feeling that they stood their posts because they trusted in Jin Cheon-u.
A hollow laugh escaped my lips.
“Soocheonchu.”
Then.
A voice called out from somewhere.
I didn’t need to look to know who it was.
The bodyguards from Sa Do-cheon who had followed me.
“What?”
“Wouldn’t it be wise to return? This is the territory of the Martial Alliance. Should word spread… there’s nothing we can do to help.”
At the warning-laden words, Cheon Yul snorted.
Right now, the Martial Alliance was the least of my concerns.
A mere peer, perhaps only two or three years my senior.
Even if I gathered every martial master in the Central Plains, it would be no exaggeration to say none could match me.
Even that vaunted Moyong Hyeok of the Number One Sword Sect was nothing but a meaningless existence to me.
But look at this.
A boy three years younger possessed strength that transcended all reason.
What martial techniques must he have learned, what knowledge and philosophy must he possess, to break through barriers and advance so rapidly?
Moreover, I had never once seen Jin Cheon-u wield his sword with true conviction.
That didn’t mean he was holding back.
It simply meant he had never fought with genuine intent.
And the result of that…
“I’m not leaving!”
“Soocheonchu…”
“Do you really think I’ll just leave after being treated like this? Absolutely not! I won’t budge from this spot until we have a genuine match!”
“Given his nature, he will never oblige you. Are you aware of this?”
“I know! But I’m still not leaving! No matter what I have to do… I’ll see his true strength!”
Cheon Yul clenched his teeth, steeling his resolve.
Now, this was no longer a matter of victory or defeat.
It was pride.
He had unleashed everything he had, pouring all his strength against his opponent, only to have it dismantled in an instant with a mocking smile.
What if that man fought with his true strength?
How vast was the gap between them?
He was called a genius among geniuses.
Yet if something remained beyond his grasp, wouldn’t anyone want to verify it?
“I’m absolutely not leaving! I’ll only return after I defeat him!”
At that fierce declaration, the man let out a sigh.

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“What? He hasn’t left?”
“No, he’s still there. Apparently he woke up quite some time ago, but he’s been sitting at the main gate without moving.”
“And now?”
“He’s lying sprawled out at the main gate. Should I go check on him?”
I furrowed my brow as I listened to Jang Chuchyeong’s report.
Despite already feeling the vast gap in strength, he remained without returning, standing guard at that spot.
As if waiting for me to appear from the grand gates of the Jin Family of Luoyang, which had swung wide open.
I scratched my head.
The main gate of the Jin Family of Luoyang was used only to receive important guests or as a passage exclusively for direct family members.
Thus it was built in a secluded place with few passersby, and lying sprawled there would cause no real impact.
If instead it were the guest gate.
That entrance used by most people with business at the Jin Family—where the doors were always open—then I would have rushed out immediately to drag him away.
Because it would interfere with operations.
But since that wasn’t the case, I paid it no mind.
“Leave him be.”
“But… he’s not eating or drinking. Are you sure that’s alright? What if he becomes a corpse that needs disposing?”
“Don’t worry about it. Leave him. He’ll collapse from exhaustion on his own.”
I rose from my seat without giving it further thought. Unless he caused another disturbance like last time, wielding a blade and rampaging, I would have no reason to see Cheon Yul’s face again.
The agreement between Sa Do-cheon and the Jin Family of Luoyang concerned only imperial business, after all. There was no need to look after Cheon Yul.
If he simply exhausted himself and returned on his own, that would be ideal.
“Where are you going?”
“To the marketplace for a bit. Don’t think of following—rest here.”
“…Perhaps to see that young lady?”
“You don’t need to know.”
At my firm words, Chu Hyeongi pouted, his eyes gleaming with the look that he would follow me no matter what if I mentioned going to see Baek Jin-hwa.
I let out a soft chuckle and turned my head away.
I grasped the painting that lay on the table in my hand.
It was a place that even my father, who had wandered throughout the Central Plains since childhood, did not know.
Then in the end, I would have to borrow the power of the Hao Sect.
Baek Jin-hwa was someone who would stop at nothing for my sake.
I was certain she would help with all her heart and sincerity.
With that, I slipped out of my quarters and moved with quick steps.
Unlike usual, I climbed over the wall instead of using the main gate, and when I averted my gaze, I could see the figure of Cheon Yul in the distance.
He was sprawled out in front of the main gate, snoring loudly.
He was so defenseless that it would not be strange if someone approached and stole his money pouch, yet the gaze felt around him watched Cheon Yul day and night without rest.
The moment anyone approached with ill intent, their neck would fly off.
I let out a soft chuckle without realizing it.
“Let’s see how long he can hold out.”
I became curious about how long that fellow’s audacity would last.

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