The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 150

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 150

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“What in the world is happening!?”
Hyeon Kang, the Family Head of the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family, could not believe the situation unfolding before him.
Chaos had erupted in the village without warning, and his disciples were falling helplessly one after another.
But as if that were not enough, those who came rushing scaled the compound wall of the Hyeon Family and poured inside.
The signboard bearing the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family name meant nothing to them.
“Hahahaha! Ten silver taels!”
“Damn it! That bastard’s head is mine!”
“Money, money! Hahahaha!”
Those who had scaled the wall shouted thus, their swords flashing. The sight of the Sega Warriors falling helplessly was so surreal that it seemed impossible this was not a dream.
“You fools—! Do you know where you are!?”
As Hyeon Kang stepped forward with sword in hand and bellowed, the eyes of those who had invaded the compound gleamed with avarice as they fixed upon him.
Eyes so greedy that even Hyeon Kang felt himself shrink back.
Yet they did not rush forward recklessly, instead waiting and watching for an opening.
Hyeon Kang ground his teeth once more.
In the moment he drew his sword with speed, unleashing a tempestuous aura.
Another group scaled the compound wall.
In that instant, Hyeon Kang’s eyes changed.
The Snow Mountain Sect and the Bright Peak Sect.
Upon seeing them, he finally exhaled in relief.
“Have you returned from your task? I apologize, but would you drive back those rabble for me? I must discover which worthless scoundrel dared target the Hyeon Family…!?”
In that moment.
The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect rushed toward Hyeon Kang.
The way their swords extended in an instant was no dream.
Hyeon Kang hastily withdrew and parried their blades.
Clang—!
With a sharp ring, he pivoted again, evading a sword thrust toward his ribs while lashing out with his palm strike.
Boom—!
As he watched the Snow Mountain Sect disciple fly backward, the disciples of the Bright Peak Sect appeared as if they had been waiting for this moment.
“What are you doing!?”
“My apologies, Family Head! Please consider this karmic retribution!”
“Have you lost your minds? Do you truly expect to draw your swords against the Hyeon Family and walk away unscathed?”
“Perhaps we shall.”
At these incomprehensible words, Hyeon Kang’s brow furrowed.
It felt as though he were witnessing the deposition of an emperor from the Imperial Throne itself.
Their swords were no illusion, and his sanctuary was crumbling and shattering with each passing moment.
Hyeon Kang couldn’t help but feel dismayed as the sandcastle he’d carefully built, grain by grain, seemed to crumble in an instant.
Yet Hyeon Kang clenched his teeth, refusing to yield.
What was the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family?
A place that had survived even the Demon Sect’s invasion.
They had lived by bowing their heads and kneeling at others’ feet, and because of that, the once-mighty Snow Mountain Sect and Bright Peak Sect were shattered, naturally allowing them to seize those positions and climb to where they stood today.
One might call it petty and cowardly, but there was no need to curse it when it was the very foundation that allowed future generations to live with pride.
And they had protected and preserved that foundation until now.
Therefore, the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family would not fall easily.
“You wretches—! I will never let this stand! I shall make you answer for this crime!”
Kwaaaaaaagh—!
Hyeon Kang’s aura erupted with terrifying intensity.
Do not mock us as a frog in a well.
Though our name was known only in Gansu, the power we had accumulated over time was considerable.
The ferociously unleashed force suppressed all directions.
Not only the Wanderers but even the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect and Bright Peak Sect trembled in their bodies, startled by his overwhelming presence.
A single person could sway the entire battlefield.
This was precisely why one needed power in the Martial Arts World.
Shuuuung—
Then.
The sound of a sword being drawn came from somewhere.
Hyeon Kang, startled, turned his head to gaze at one location.
His pupils trembled.
“…Who are you?”
Thud, thud—
A figure walking through the wide-open main gate.
He drew his sword slowly, smiling, and met Hyeon Kang’s gaze.
A face impossible to forget.
Jin Cheon-u of the Nakhyang Jin Family.
Why was he here?
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Jin Cheon-u’s body hurtled forward.
This is bad.
A martial technique as sharp as it was deadly.
Hyeon Kang held his breath, blocking it and about to swing his sword in counterattack when—
Kuuuurrrrung—!
Suddenly, the ground began to shake with a tremendous tremor.
The tremor was so violent that even Hyeon Kang, struggling to maintain his balance, staggered, and the main hall began to collapse with an eerie groan.
A brief but powerful earthquake.
As the tremor ceased and Hyeon Kang barely regained his footing, lifting his head—
Jin Cheon-u’s sword, now mere inches away, was swung down.
Claaaaaang—!
The sword I swung severed Hyeon Kang’s blade cleanly in two.
In that same instant.
Screech—!
Whoooosh!
My sword pierced through his body, unleashing a fountain of blood.

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I watched silently as Hyeon Kang collapsed.
Blood poured from his chest, and the shock seemed to have rendered him unconscious.
Fortunately, he still drew breath.
I had never intended to kill him, after all.
But I had been fortunate.
I hadn’t believed I could suppress a martial artist of his caliber, yet the sudden earthquake had thrown Hyeon Kang off balance.
Rumble—
Feeling the continued tremors, both large and small, I wiped the blood from my blade and turned my gaze elsewhere.
Crash—!
The once-pristine halls of the Gireongcheon-ga crumbled with deafening roars, brought down by the earthquake.
It resembled nothing so much as a sandcastle collapsing into ruin.
Those who staggered in the trembling aftershocks steadied themselves and looked toward me, their expressions unreadable.
A single martial artist.
Their eyes betrayed disbelief at the situation that had unfolded.
Whether the earthquake played a role mattered little.
The problem was simple: the Family Head they trusted and followed had been cut down by one man.
I raised my voice, regarding the trembling warriors before me.
“I am Jin Cheon-u of the Nakhyang Jin Family. Warriors of the Hyeon Family—lay down your swords and surrender. Should you choose otherwise, I will not stop you, but….”
My words caused the Hyeon Family warriors to catch their breath.
With trembling gazes, they looked between the fallen Hyeon Kang and me as I retrieved my blade, then exchanged dry swallows and glances with one another.
They had no idea what to do.
Nor did they seem to understand why this had happened at all.
Then.
Namgung Yeon entered through the gaping main gate.
In one hand, he dragged Hyeon Illyang—his hair shorn away, his face so thoroughly beaten it was swollen and split.
The sight drew gasps of shock from those gathered.
First the Family Head, now the Young Master.
They must have felt as though reality itself had become incomprehensible.
I regarded Namgung Yeon and asked.
“You didn’t kill him?”
“I chose to beat him instead. It felt far more satisfying.”
“Well done. But why is his hair like that?”
“I thought it would put my mind at ease to cut it evenly.”
Namgung Yeon hurled the unconscious Hyeon Illyang to the ground and smoothed back his own hair.
Only then did I realize why his hair had been cut short.
It seemed to be a matter of “experience what I experienced,” but he appeared ignorant of the fact that hair held different meanings for women and men.
I offered a bitter smile and settled onto the stairs.
At my feet lay Hyeon Kang and Hyeon Illyang, who led the Gireun Hyeon Family, and the sight of me looking down upon them was sufficiently menacing to those gathered in the hall.
I then turned my gaze toward the Hyeon Family’s warriors.
“Refusing to surrender your swords means you still intend to wage war against the Jin Family—I shall interpret it as such.”
The effect of those words was considerable.
Immediately after, those who had been trembling cast down their swords and fell to their knees.
Though they did not fully comprehend the situation, the mention of war with the Jin Family seemed to have struck a chord in their hearts.
The warriors exchanged glances, their eyes darting about nervously.
Could it be that the Gireun Hyeon Family had challenged the Nakhyang Jin Family to battle? their expressions seemed to ask—yet none of them actually knew.
I turned my head and surveyed the interior of the Gireun Hyeon Family compound.
The once-beautiful courtyard was stained crimson with blood, the pavilions scattered throughout lay broken and ruined, and even the compound walls that had once clearly demarcated inside from outside had crumbled to dust.
Members of the Hyeon Family lay strewn about in defeat, and the faces of those standing motionless as they declared victory.
Victor and vanquished were unmistakably divided.
I smiled and nodded.
Now that the matter was settled, there remained something to be done.
I withdrew a money pouch from my garment and grasped several promissory notes in my hand.
I then cast them toward where the Wanderers had gathered, and infused with inner energy, they fluttered through the air before landing in someone’s grasp.
The man who had effectively commanded the Wanderers.
“Should anything be lacking, come to the Jin Family. We shall provide it.”
“…Are you truly giving this? So, so much….”
“I wagered money, and you performed the work. Should we not make clear what is owed and what is given?”
At those words, the man swallowed hard and nodded.
My words might have seemed moving to him, but what truly mattered to these people was the amount written on those promissory notes.
Money enough to make one’s hands tremble.
I had given them far more than the price of eliminating everyone, so how could their hearts not overflow with joy?

-Uwaaaaah!

The Wanderers embraced one another in jubilation.
They had obtained in mere hours what would normally require years of risking their lives to earn—their joy was inevitable.
I observed them for a moment, then turned my gaze elsewhere.
Toward those standing motionless.
The Snow Mountain Sect and the Bright Peak Sect.
In truth, they had accomplished far greater deeds than the Wanderers, so I found myself thinking that half of this money should rightfully go to them.
Just as I was about to speak.
A representative from the Snow Mountain Sect stepped forward and bowed.
“We are content as we are.”
“You mean you will not accept payment? Did you not accomplish the greatest merit?”
“Haha, we have already settled the matter with the Bright Peak Sect. We truly require nothing, so please use the funds wherever you see fit, Young Master.”
I nodded and tucked away the voucher I had been about to produce.
To the Wanderers, it might seem peculiar, but considering the future favors I would gain from these two sects, it was hardly significant.
By declining payment here, they demonstrated that unlike the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family, they were not blinded by greed—that they had participated purely out of righteousness.
The Wanderers present would speak of it in the inns, and those who heard would raise their thumbs in approval.
Yet behind closed doors, they would systematically dismantle the family piece by piece.
As I smiled faintly and looked at the man, he seemed to realize his intentions had been read, and his expression grew awkward.
“Ugh—”
Then.
With a small groan, Hyeon Kang’s eyes opened.
As his blurred vision gradually sharpened, his body trembled and his upper half rose, his pupils quivering violently.
“What… is this…?”
The warriors who should have been protecting the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family were all kneeling, or lay collapsed in pools of blood, utterly motionless.
For Hyeon Kang, who had led the family for so long, it was a catastrophe far worse than a bolt from a clear sky.
Soon his trembling gaze fixed upon me, seated before him.
“Did you sleep well?”
“You…”
“If you believed you could draw a sword against the Nakhyang Jin Family and escape unscathed, you have gravely miscalculated. This is the result.”
“Surely not…”
The moment my words reached him, Hyeon Kang hastily turned his head.
Upon seeing his fallen son’s face, he understood.
All of it—the sword, the two women, every circumstance that had been set in motion—had been directed at the household members of the Nakhyang Jin Family.
He had placed bounties on the women’s heads, ordered them hunted, commanded them captured.
All without realizing it was a declaration of war against the Jin Family.
“I… I did not know!”
“But you did draw your sword, did you not?”
“…!”
No, ignorance, such things held no meaning.
The Martial Arts World was a realm where one could die by a blind blade at any moment.
The very act of drawing a sword first meant mutual slaughter, so a war of extermination was hardly surprising.
Hyeon Kang was not one to remain ignorant of such matters.
Thus, he trembled as he gazed upon me.
“Spare me!”
“I will not take your life. However, the trials you must endure will be quite severe.”
“W-what do you…?”
At my sudden words, Hyeon Kang’s gaze turned toward the Snow Mountain Sect and the Bright Peak Sect. Only then did he grasp what was about to unfold.
Most of Sega’s elite lay dead or knelt in defeat.
With the Hyeon Family’s walls and pillars crumbled, and their spiritual pillars—the Family Head and Young Master So—reduced to such a pitiful state, few would remain willing to stay in this place.
Their strength would naturally wane.
Would the Two Sects simply stand idle and watch?
Given what they had suffered, they would repay it tenfold.
This was something far different from merely fragmenting the Hyeon Family’s enterprises.
Observing Hyeon Kang’s face drain of color, I rose to my feet.
“Then I wish you well.”
“Wait! Young Master Jin!”
As I departed, Hyeon Kang cried out desperately, as if possessed.
Though he struggled to rise and pursue me, the depth of his wounds forced him to collapse once more.
Soon, all that echoed was a hollow, reverberating cry.
“Young Master—!”

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