The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 140

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 201

The sudden appearance of Gonghuang left everyone in shock. The most startled was undoubtedly Mo Yong-cheon, the Sword Emperor who wielded considerable influence within the Martial Arts Alliance.
His gaze turned toward Hye-myeong.
His expression, evident to anyone watching, appeared to be one of bewilderment—as if struck by considerable shock.
No matter how much one was called the Number One Sword Sect or the Sword Emperor and wielded great influence, before the name of Gonghuang, one was merely a firefly outshone by greater light.
How could a firefly obscure the sun?
I smiled and turned my gaze away.
Only then could I see the form of Gonghuang, Hye-myeong.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
“It is an honor to meet you, Alliance Leader. I am Young Master Jin Cheon-u of the Jin Family of Luoyang.”
Hye-myeong regarded me in silence.
Clear and serene, his deep eyes held profound clarity.
Those eyes seemed to pierce through the very essence of a person, penetrating one’s inner being in an instant, and his benevolent face—like gazing upon Buddha himself—carried a warm smile.
Yet he offered no response.
He simply withdrew his gaze from me and surveyed the surroundings before slowly approaching the Alliance Leader’s seat where Mo Yong-cheon sat.
As he came to a halt and gazed down at the seat, Mo Yong-cheon subtly furrowed his brow and rose from his position.
“Welcome back, Alliance Leader.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Rather than offering a proper response, Hye-myeong chanted the Buddhist invocation, took his seat in the vacant chair, set down the wooden fish he held in his hand, and surveyed his surroundings.
“Amitabha Buddha—what is everyone doing? Please, all of you be seated. These old bones find it difficult to look up at you all.”
At Hye-myeong’s words, everyone hastily took their seats.
Yet no one dared speak.
For more than a decade, Hye-myeong had not descended from the mountain. So much time had passed that his name alone remained, while the seat itself had come to be regarded as naturally vacant.
And yet now, before their eyes, the seat that had stood empty awaiting a new occupant had been reclaimed by its rightful master.
Everyone could not help but feel the awkwardness.
Especially those of the Moyong Family.
Because Hye-myeong’s absence had allowed them to wield influence, and throughout every process of their affairs, they had wielded that power to bring benefit to their clan.
As Hye-myeong’s gaze settled upon each person seated uncomfortably, all those who met his eyes turned their heads away, avoiding his stare.
Then Hye-myeong’s gaze came to rest in one place—none other than Mo Yong-cheon, who had returned to his rightful seat.
He stared intently.
As if struggling to recall a memory.
“Amitabha Buddha—you are of the Moyong Family…?”
“Cheon, Alliance Leader.”
“Ah yes, that is so. I apologize. This old monk has been away from the mountain for so long that I have forgotten faces. Hehehehe—you have aged, my friend.”
“…The Alliance Leader has not remained untouched by time either.”
“Amitabha Buddha—so much time has indeed passed. But tell me, if these old ears do not deceive me…has the sect master of the Martial Artists not passed away?”
Hye-myeong spoke of Hoyeon and turned his gaze away.
His expression surveying those assembled was gentle, yet his tone and eyes carried weight. All the renowned masters present could not bring themselves to raise their heads and could only stare at the ground.
“Have you found the culprit?”
“Alliance Leader… I did my utmost, but the circumstances were not favorable…”
“And you are?”
“Commander Jegal Daewun, at your service.”
At that name, Hye-myeong nodded readily.
Soon after, he smiled like a Buddha and gave Jegal Daewun a light pat on the back.
“Find them. If we cannot locate the one who destroyed the Chohyeon Clan, nor the one who laid hands upon a Martial Artist’s sect leader, won’t the world think the Martial Arts Alliance is utterly helpless?”
“Y-yes, I shall keep it in mind.”
As Jegal Daewun bowed his head in response, Hye-myeong finally withdrew his hand from the man’s back with a satisfied expression.
“Oh no… this is serious, isn’t it?”
“Let us observe for now.”
At that moment, Cheon Yul beside me whispered and asked.
It seemed he had come seeking the Sword Emperor, thinking that if one could face the Death Emperor, the Sword Emperor would be manageable—but the sudden appearance and momentum of Hye-myeong looked terrifying.
His expression and eyes betrayed an immediate desire to flee.
Yet he knew better than anyone that such escape was impossible.
Moreover, the moment his words ended, Hye-myeong’s gaze turned toward Cheon Yul, seeming to seize even his very soul.
Cheon Yul froze like a stone statue, unable to move.
As if he had forgotten to breathe.
“You… why do you carry the aura of the Death Emperor within you?”
“…His grandson, sir.”
“The Death Emperor’s? Why does such a person tread upon Henan soil and enter within this Martial Arts Alliance?”
“I… haha, this fellow is my friend, you see… I came to visit and ended up being dragged along.”
Hye-myeong merely posed his questions.
Soft and benevolent expressions accompanied his gentle voice of an old man, pleasant to hear.
Yet with each word spoken, the boundless pressure emanating from him pressed down upon Cheon Yul with increasing weight.
It was incomparable to the Sword Emperor from moments before.
“Ugh?!”
Finally, unable to endure, Cheon Yul staggered and fell to his knees.
Drip, drip—
Simultaneously, cold sweat flowed down and wetted the frigid floor.
His pupils trembled, the situation looking dire.
It seemed he might lose consciousness at any moment.
And indeed.
“Gasp?!”
In that instant, a short gasp burst from Cheon Yul’s lips, and with a final cry, his eyes rolled back as he collapsed face-down.
“Hehehehe— an amusing fellow. He must have been quite exhausted. Amitabha—.”
Anyone could see this was far from the truth, yet Hye-myeong, as if unaware of his own actions, merely smiled.
Then at last, his gaze turned toward me.
Clear eyes gazed endlessly.
He maintained his silence, staring intently as if hoping I might speak, before finally a small smile graced his lips.
At the same time, I withdrew my gaze and looked left and right.
“Everyone, rise no further. Is it truly such a grave matter that the Death Emperor’s disciple has come seeking his friend? Why do you sit here as if the world trembles?”
“But… the heterodox sects…”
“Amitabha Buddha—they are merely those whose thoughts and ideologies differ. If they have caused no harm, why must we divide the righteous path and persecute them?”
The gazes of those seated turned toward Mo Yong-cheon.
He possessed the greatest influence in this gathering, and consequently wielded the strongest voice—if he offered any rebuttal, several would follow his lead.
Did he draw strength from the light in their eyes?
Mo Yong-cheon met Hye-myeong’s gaze directly.
“Alliance Master, surely you do not intend to simply send away the successor of Cheon Gong-hak?”
“Amitabha Buddha—the Buddha’s touch must always be warm, and the Buddha’s heart must always dwell upon the righteous path. Does your heart dwell upon the righteous path? Or does it dwell upon personal gain?”
“The matter is not one of personal gain. If we simply allow this, the entire righteous martial world will be looked down upon.”
“Hehehehe—the righteous martial world is diminished by such trifles? If you are still asleep, then wake. The dawn has long since broken.”
Hye-myeong’s pupils turned toward Mo Yong-cheon.
He who received that gaze did not retreat.
And at that very moment.
Crack—!
Fissures began spreading across the table where they sat.
Whoosh—
A fierce clash of qi erupted between the two, wild and turbulent energy sweeping through the hall.
Hye-myeong seemed intent on suppressing the Sword Emperor’s rising momentum, while the Sword Emperor sought to transcend Hye-myeong’s renown.
The moment Jegal Daewun, standing nearby, was startled by their auras and hastily rose to distance himself.
A clear and gentle qi flowed from Hye-myeong’s body, instantly seizing and suppressing the Sword Emperor’s momentum, reversing the atmosphere of the hall entirely.
The expressions of those who had been tense relaxed in an instant.
To the point where even the Sword Emperor was flustered.
Yet Hye-myeong, as if unbothered, wore the benevolent smile of a Buddha.
At the same time, I grasped the wooden fish resting upon the table and looked around the surroundings with it.
As if the glaring Sword Emperor was beneath my notice.
Tap, tap, tap—
“Amitabha Buddha—are there truly those who think as Family Head Moyong does?”
My deep eyes surveyed the surroundings.
Not only the Nine Great Sects and Eight Prominent Families, but the figures of minor factions as well—taking in the expressions of those who led the righteous martial world one by one, I furrowed my brow as if displeased.
“Why is everyone silent? Is this gathering a place where only Family Head Moyong may speak?”
Unlike Mo Yong-cheon, I did not pressure my opponent; instead, my deep eyes filled with the Buddha’s compassion and my gentle aura enveloped the hall, causing those who had been watching the situation with sealed lips to relax their expressions.
“Kunlun agrees with the Master’s intention.”
“The Martial Artist concurs. To harm one who has caused no harm is to shake the very foundation of the righteous martial world.”
From various quarters, those accepted Hye-myeong’s will and nodded their heads.
The atmosphere was completely different from Mo Yong-cheon’s.
Without coercion, within a gentle air, each voiced the righteous path they held dear.
Because of this, even the hardliners could not help but yield.
From all corners, they began to follow Hye-myeong’s will, and the minor factions, sensing the tide, reluctantly followed suit—the Sword Emperor’s words could no longer gain traction.
Is that the reason?
Mo Yong-cheon’s sharp gaze turned toward Hye-myeong.
Trembling—
His clenched fist shook violently.
Mo Yong-cheon must have felt it.
Hye-myeong had captivated everyone in the hall with a single breath.
Just as the shackles of the Moyong Family and the name Sword Emperor that had once dominated them had snapped, his influence was rapidly crumbling.
“Tch! Do as you wish!”
In the end, there was nothing he could do.
He rose from his seat, speaking without restraint.
Since his words no longer carried weight, remaining would only make him realize the difference between the Sword Emperor and the Gonghuang.
It seemed he had decided that by avoiding any contrasting display, he could at least preserve what little influence remained.
I watched as he hurriedly left the hall.
For a moment, our eyes met.
Watching his eyes gleam sharply with anger, I found myself smiling and bowed my head lightly without thinking.
It appeared courteous, but to Mo Yong-cheon, it must have felt like mockery.
“Amitabha—may the Buddha’s compassion be with you.”
Hye-myeong, who did not stop the departing man, spoke such words while tapping the wooden fish. As he slowly chanted a Buddhist prayer and turned his head, the tense expressions of Myeong-suk and the others came into view.
Watching them, Hye-myeong laughed once more.
“The resolve to stake one’s life merely to see a friend—may the Buddha’s compassion grant some understanding of such devotion. However, now that the eyes of the martial world have gathered here, I cannot allow even Soocheonchu’s Imperial Guards to remain. I believe it would be proper to withdraw that favor by having them retreat to Shanxi. What do you all think?”
“Of course, Alliance Leader. We shall see it done.”
“We shall follow your lead.”
“Haha… it is your decision, Alliance Leader, so it shall be so.”
Everyone nodded and agreed with Hye-myeong’s words. It felt more like coercion than a genuine inquiry, but since Myeong-suk and the others had consented, there was no stopping it.
Hye-myeong spoke again with the smile of Buddha.
“Amitabha—then this old monk shall take his leave.”
“…Are you returning to Mount Song?”
“Hehe—this old monk is too aged to climb mountains at present. Since the Alliance Leader has quarters here, I shall rest there… would that be improper?”
“Ah, no! Please rest comfortably!”
As Jegal Daewun quickly bowed and spoke, Hye-myeong nodded with a satisfied expression and rose from his seat.
In that moment, everyone naturally stood and offered their respects.
Only then did Hye-myeong’s voice, who had not spoken a single word to me until now, reach my ears.
“Amitabha—child of the Jin Family, follow this old monk.”
Hearing those words, I followed behind Hye-myeong.

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