The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 138

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 199

Countless gazes poured toward Mo Yong-cheon as he strode boldly into the heart of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Due to his sudden disappearance, many had harbored anxieties similar to Hoyeon’s—wondering if they would discover him as a corpse—but the moment they laid eyes upon him, they all cast aside their worries and smiled in unison.
Such was the weight that the name Sword Emperor Mo Yong-cheon carried.
This was an inevitable consequence of the current structure of the Martial Arts Alliance. The Alliance Leader known as Gonghuang, Hye-myeong, remained secluded in the Songshan Mountains with no interest in worldly affairs, while the Martial Artist’s Grand Emperor Mu-jin devoted his efforts primarily to managing the Martial Artist sect rather than the Alliance itself.
Furthermore, with the death of Hoyeon, the position of Sect Leader had fallen vacant, forcing them to move about frantically to resolve the matter.
Without the restraint of the two Emperors, the Sword Emperor’s already overwhelming influence within the Martial Arts Alliance could only swell further.
Nearly seventy or eighty percent of the Alliance’s prominent figures had no choice but to harbor respect, trust, and faith in the Sword Emperor.
As if his very existence made him the Alliance Leader itself.
Mo Yong-cheon walked, feeling the weight of their gazes upon him.
Thud—thud—
With heavy footsteps, he opened the door to his quarters and stepped inside.
The moment the door closed, separating the inside from the outside.
Mo Yong-cheon’s expression, which had remained emotionless until now, transformed in an instant, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.
His hands trembled, and his gaze burned with brilliant intensity.
“At last….”
A long-held desire.
Yet something that could never be reached.
An opportunity to seize it had finally arrived.
The position of Family Head of the Number One Sword Sect.
Sword Emperor Mo Yong-cheon.
The seat of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, which could be claimed at any moment.
Achieving even one of these would be cause for celebration, yet Mo Yong-cheon stood on the verge of grasping them all.
However, what truly crowned this moment was none other than.

The Twelve Corners’ Mo Yong-cheon.

“Hahaha.”
This was why his smile never faded from his lips.
Ever since learning of the Divine Doctrine, until now.
More than the position of Alliance Master that could dominate the orthodox martial world, what I truly desired was the seat of one of the Twelve Pavilion Lords.
How could I not covet such power?
That which I had sworn to seize, no matter what it took.
Those arrogant figures of the Twelve Pavilions who once looked down upon me so disdainfully—the day they would kneel before me was drawing near.
In the midst of savoring such elation, the moment I was about to take my seat.
Mo Yong-cheon’s brow furrowed at the presence felt from outside.
Someone was approaching.
“What is the matter?”
“It seems you should proceed to the conference hall with haste.”
“Has something significant occurred that warrants summoning me?”
“The Young Master of the Jin Family of Luoyang and the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon have come seeking the Alliance.”
“…!?”
The sudden words left Mo Yong-cheon struggling to comprehend.
Though he was aware of the relationship between the Jin Family of Luoyang and Sa Do-cheon, he could not fathom the very existence of the Soocheonchu in this land of Henan.
Mo Yong-cheon narrowed his brow and rose from his seat.
Though the exact circumstances remained unclear, this was fortuitous.
The one I found most suspicious and disagreeable had crawled into the tiger’s den of his own volition.
Was it not now time to repay what had been done to me?
No matter how prestigious the Jin Family of Luoyang claimed to be, it was time they learned they were nothing but fireflies before the Moyong clan.
Mo Yong-cheon moved slowly, a smile playing at his lips.

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“What is this supposed to mean? Am I supposed to walk or not?”
A low growl rumbled through the air.
The moment I stepped into Jungju, piercing gazes rained down upon me like daggers.
Sharp, hostile eyes filled with the intensity of looking upon a mortal enemy were cast from every direction, and everyone passing by gripped their swords as if ready to draw them at any moment, emanating a crude and violent aura.
And for good reason.
The person beside me was none other than Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon, and the relationship between Jungju and Sa Do-cheon was so catastrophically terrible that mere words could not describe it.
“The audacity of this brat! Do you know where you are!”
“Do you mock the martial arts of Jungju!”
Jeers and mockery echoed from all directions.
Some spat upon the ground, while others hurled crude insults and slander, seeming eager to tear me down with every word.
Since nearly everyone on the street was doing so, anyone would naturally feel the crushing pressure, yet Cheon Yul seemed to show little interest in it.
I found that rather amusing.
“Does this not anger you?”
“Why would I be angry? Flip it around—if they had stepped into Sa Do-cheon’s territory, they wouldn’t have gotten a word out before their heads rolled.”
As Cheon Yul spoke, he gazed around with a smile, his eyes seeming to provoke those around him, before he suddenly raised his voice and taunted the crowd.
“But no one can even touch me—! Hahahaha!”
“Huh?!”
“That arrogant bastard…!”
At his sudden provocation, I shook my head with an expression of disbelief.
Yet it was undeniably true.
Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon.
He had trespassed upon forbidden ground, yet he bore no guilt, and the Jin Family of Luoyang was protecting his identity on his behalf.
Moreover, with the Death Emperor being his relative, no one wished to spark a catastrophic confrontation between the two powers, so none dared to rush forward easily.
Cheon Yul was exploiting that advantage to the fullest.
Even as he watched those around him tremble with fury and gnash their teeth, he merely laughed and mocked them, further provoking his opponents.
It was as if he were saying: What are you going to do about it?
Without thinking, I clicked my tongue and shook my head.
I had thought him merely a fool who knew only martial arts, but now I could see he was someone who understood how to cunningly exploit advantageous circumstances.
No wonder he was chosen to lead Sa Do-cheon.
I smiled faintly to myself and stopped walking.
In the distance, a group of figures came rushing toward us.
They appeared to have heard the news and rushed out fearing an incident might occur, but from what I could see, they were not from the Blue Heaven Sect but rather from the Soaring Dragon Unit.
I recognized their familiar faces.
“Jin Gongja!”
The first to greet me was none other than Paeng Dohan.
He approached with a warm smile, but upon noticing Cheon Yul beside me, his expression shifted to one of considerable surprise, and he cautiously retreated to rejoin his companions.
He was clearly wary of approaching, knowing well of Cheon Yul’s martial prowess.
“It has been quite some time, Paeng Sohyeop. And to all of you as well.”
“Ah… yes, it seems you’ve greatly expanded your connections during our time apart. And of all people, with the Soocheonchu…”
Eon Garyeo spoke with a somewhat uncomfortable expression as he looked at Cheon Yul, and the moment those words reached his ears, Cheon Yul reacted as if responding to a cue, turning his head.
Soon, I opened my eyes wide.
“Oh—you there, beautiful lady. What is your name? I am Cheon Yul. Haha.”
“…I am Eon Garyeo.”
“Ah—Jin Garyeo? Haha—pleased to meet you. How about we go over there and share a cup of tea…?”
The moment those words left his mouth.
Whoosh—!
A rough sound suddenly cut through the air as a large blade came flying. As the mercilessly swung blade hurtled toward Cheon Yul as if to cleave him in two, he displayed a peculiar movement.
A small shift.
Crash—!
At the same moment, Paeng Dohan’s blade, which had barely missed, struck the ground beneath Cheon Yul’s feet and came to a halt.
Not a single inch of error.
He had evaded it, leaving behind only a gap so thin that not even a sheet of paper could slip through.
As a result, Paeng Dohan snorted and furrowed his brow.
“Do not flirt with another man’s woman. I’ll split your skull open.”
“Hahaha—! You mean your own skull?”
“What did you say?”
“Are your ears deaf? I said watch out for your own skull.”
The moment Cheon Yul’s voice reached my ears once more.
I saw it.
A short dagger was now gripped in one of his hands.
Soon, blood flowed from Paeng Dohan’s crown and stained the floor, causing everyone to widen their eyes in shock.
The Changyong Unit’s level of skill was insufficient to even properly track Cheon Yul’s movements.
“Damn it…!”
“Calm down. We didn’t come here to fight.”
“You’re lucky! If it weren’t for Garyeo, I would have split you open right now!”
“Hahaha—.”
Despite Paeng Dohan’s ominous warning, Cheon Yul appeared unbothered.
He must have instinctively sensed the difference in their abilities.
I gently grasped Cheon Yul’s shoulder.
“Ugh?!”
As I applied subtle pressure with my grip, I could see Cheon Yul’s complexion gradually turning ashen.
“This is Paeng Sohyeop and Miss Eon Garyeo. And…it seems one person is missing?”
“Ahem… Would Jin Gongja care to come out?”
“Is that so? I had hoped to offer my apologies. What a shame.”
I smacked my lips, expressing my disappointment.
Since he had only just begun eating again, I entertained the amusing thought that perhaps he had excused himself to consume all the things he had been unable to eat for a year.
“In any case, we shall provide escort from now on. One never knows what might occur.”
I nodded and urged Eon Garyeo forward.
Then, the Changyong Unit members moved and surrounded us.
In particular, they seemed to be making considerable effort to conceal Cheon Yul’s presence, apparently to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
In any case, I was coming to the Martial Arts Alliance not as someone caught committing suspicious activities in Henan territory, but as a legitimate guest of the Jin Family of Luoyang. For the Changrong Faction, it seemed an unavoidable choice, whether they liked it or not.
I followed those ahead toward the Martial Arts Alliance.
Unlike during the Black Ox Society incident when it had been tightly sealed, the gates now stood wide open as if welcoming guests.
Cheon Yul gazed at it with an intrigued expression.
Unlike him, my eyes remained cold, and I was not smiling.
From the moment I stepped inside, his eyes were moving in all directions.
The way he walked, observing not only the positions of the pavilions but also where people were and were not present, made me wonder if perhaps this man had planned his entry into the Martial Arts Alliance itself before coming to find me.
If Cheon Yul and his guards alone had wandered through Henan territory, such smooth entry into the Alliance would never have been possible.
Watching this, I let out a small laugh.
“I’ve been played.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“I realize I underestimated Soocheonchu too much.”
“I have no idea what you’re saying, friend. Ha ha ha.”
Cheon Yul burst into soft laughter and patted my shoulder.
Yet his eyes never stopped moving.
A place that no heterodox practitioner could ever enter.
Among all heterodox practitioners throughout history, none had ever entered the Alliance alive, nor had any ever left without drawing their last breath.
Now Cheon Yul had become the sole individual to accomplish what no one else had ever done, using me and the Jin Family of Luoyang as his cover.
I clicked my tongue and asked Paeng Dohan, who was walking ahead of us.
“Where are we headed now?”
“To the Great Conference Hall. The renowned masters of the Nine Sects and great families, along with the Commander, are gathered there.”
“The Alliance Leader is not present?”
“Ah, well… I suspect you may not see him.”
Paeng Dohan scratched his head with an awkward expression.
In a situation where the most important figures who decided major matters of the Martial Arts Alliance were gathered together, it was natural that the highest authority, the Alliance Leader, was absent.
I let out a quiet laugh.
“He is not here. I came to speak with him.”
“Ha, ha ha, well, the renowned masters are not such bad people… and besides, the Sword Emperor is here, so you need not worry too much.”
“The Sword Emperor… has he returned?”
“Ah, he arrived just before. Shortly before Jin Gongja entered Zhengzhou.”
The Sword Emperor, who had suddenly disappeared, had reappeared.
It was speculation, but since the reason for his disappearance was likely due to a meeting with those people, his return meant either that he had received certain instructions or that the matter had been concluded.
A good opportunity to discern this had presented itself.
However, it did not seem it would be easy.
“This is it.”
I followed Paeng Dohan into the massive pavilion.
The Great Conference Hall of the Martial Arts Alliance.
The moment Paeng Dohan, who was walking ahead, opened the door and stepped inside.
The absolute rulers who currently moved the martial world.
Such individuals had gathered together, and they gazed upon me and Cheon Yul.
The air in the conference hall grew heavy.
Sunken eyes and a crushing pressure bearing down upon the shoulders.
Even Cheon Yul, who had maintained a composed expression, broke into cold sweat as the gaze, demeanor, eyes, and overwhelming presence suppressed and crushed us all.
And at the center of it all.
I gazed upon the Sword Emperor seated at the head position and smiled.
“It has been quite some time, Family Head.”
“Indeed, I too have eagerly anticipated our meeting.”
Ssshhh—
The voice that reached my ears was chillingly cold.

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