The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 151

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 151

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The Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family had sealed their gates.
People began to panic at the sudden news.
A family that had ruled Gansu alongside the Allied Faction.
Unlike the Allied Faction, which remained hidden in the mountains and devoted themselves solely to martial cultivation, the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family wielded the power and authority they commanded, earning them the title of Emperor of Gansu.
Such an abrupt sealing of their gates was more than enough to stir suspicion among the people.
“Against the Nakhyang Jin Family?”
“That’s what they say. Apparently, that Young Master So drew his sword without realizing he was facing the Young Master of the Jin Family.”
“The fool. What was he thinking, drawing steel against the man who created Moyong Hyeok like that….”
“And that’s why they ended up like this, isn’t it? They call it sealing their gates, but it’s essentially their ruin. The Snow Mountain Sect and Bright Peak Sect are already making their moves.”
The landscape of Gansu’s martial world had shifted.
The once-formidable fortress of the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family crumbled in an instant, and now a great collision between other martial families and sects vying for that position would begin.
Leading the charge were none other than the Snow Mountain Sect and the Bright Peak Sect.
It was as clear as day that both would soon rise to become the second power in Gansu.
“Regardless, that Young Master of the Jin Family is truly remarkable. Just moments before, he was crushing Moyong Hyeok in front of everyone… and now the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family as well….”
“I heard it took only one move. The rest, they say, he settled with that mouth and money of his.”
The words spilling from the mouths of the murmuring crowd—a mixture of truth and falsehood—spread across the entire Central Plains.
Since it was a tale of merely three people toppling an entire family, people showered it with the kind of acclaim and awe one might reserve for legends of heroes.
Naturally, such rumors reached my ears as well.
A village nestled between the Snow Mountain Sect and Bright Peak Sect, beyond Gireun Mountain.
Resting at an inn where I had taken up temporary lodging, I found myself smiling as I listened to the whispers drifting from all directions.
“What’s so remarkable about it?”
“It is remarkable, sir. Did you not subdue the Family Head of the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family with a single move?”
Namgung Yeon spoke with sparkling eyes.
Hyeon Kang, the Family Head of the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family.
Since he had not revealed his true strength, the exact measure of his power remained unclear, but it was still a single move exchanged against the leader of a family ruling Gansu.
That it had allowed us to resolve the situation more swiftly meant that the admiration gleaming in Namgung Yeon’s eyes was only natural.
I responded to his gaze with composure.
“Anyone can exploit an opening. The problem was that the Family Head of the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family let his guard down.”
“From what I observed, he was staring directly at you, Young Master.”
“Ha, it seems he failed to anticipate that I would charge forward.”
Hyeon Kang’s level was undoubtedly formidable.
Had he faced Namgung Yeon, he would not have lasted even ten exchanges—the gap in skill was that vast.
The reason such a man suffered such a hollow defeat was precisely because he could not gather his wits amid the unfolding chaos, and because of my sudden appearance and the earthquake.
Had circumstances been different, the exchange would have been far more competitive.
In fact, it might have been better had he put up more of a fight, lending credibility to the rumors, but what use was there in regretting what had already come to pass?
I gathered my belongings and looked toward Namgung Yeon.
“Did you bring what I asked for?”
“Yes, I’ve prepared everything as you instructed.”
I nodded and slung the bundle across my back.
Opening the door slowly, I stepped out and made my way to the rear of the inn, where an expansive clearing stretched before me—a space where few people ventured.
There stood Chaeseoha alongside two carriages, and a man and woman who resembled those I’d seen from the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family stood motionless.
“Are you members of the Snow Mountain Sect?”
“Yes, we are. Young Master. It is an honor to meet you again like this.”
“Ha, thank you. But truly, the honor and gratitude are mine. This must have been a difficult request, yet you’ve accepted so readily.”
“…We also bear responsibility in this matter, do we not? If we can repay our debt with this much, we could ask for nothing more.”
I nodded at the cautious man’s words.
Then I slowly examined their appearance.
They had discarded their martial robes and changed into the silk garments I’d provided. Moreover, they’d groomed their hair to match mine, so from a distance, one would surely mistake them for me.
Their builds were similar enough to mine as well.
The same applied to the other two women beside them.
Both seemed to be mimicking Chaeseoha and Namgung Yeon.
And each wore a face mask hastily prepared through the Hao Gate.
The disciples wearing them looked somewhat uncomfortable at first, but soon nodded as if it would suffice.
Even with such crude masks, the illusion was striking enough to make one believe they were looking at someone identical to me.
So convincing was the disguise that even Chaeseoha and Namgung Yeon couldn’t hide their astonishment.
Observing this, I nodded with satisfaction.
“That should work. Please proceed as swiftly as possible.”
“Ha, have no concerns, Young Master. All we need do is enter Nakhyang, complete the task without incident, and return quietly.”
They did not ask what purpose such an arrangement served.
The Martial Arts World was a place where hidden struggles constantly unfolded, so they seemed to assume this was merely another such conflict among merchants.
I smiled faintly and nodded.
Soon after, I withdrew several banknotes from my purse and handed them to the man.
“Spend freely on your journey.”
“No, that’s not necessary. We have funds of our own.”
“You must spend freely.”
“…!”
At my words, the man’s eyes hardened as he nodded.
He had grasped the meaning at last.
Mere physical resemblance would not suffice.
They had to mimic my behavior as well.
“Understood. I will do my utmost to imitate you perfectly, Young Master.”
“Then all is well.”
I nodded at his reassuring words and gazed toward one of the carriages.
The carriage we had ridden in from Nanzhou to this place.
The man looked at it, took a deep breath to compose himself, then glanced briefly at his two companions before climbing aboard.
Fortunately, the woman disguised as Chaeseoha drove the carriage away with such practiced ease that she was indistinguishable from our actual party.
“Why are you doing such a thing?”
“They would have expected me to return with the Escort Service, yet here I am. If I don’t go home, suspicion will fall upon us, won’t it?”
“Sigh… I truly cannot fathom what goes on in Young Master’s mind. It seems you live in such an unnecessarily complicated manner.”
Chaeseoha shook her head and released a weary sigh.
She understood all too well how exhausting it was to calculate and move based on every minute gesture and action.
Namgung Yeon nodded in agreement with Chaeseoha’s words.
“Indeed, you seem to live quite tiringly, sir.”
“Not tiresome at all. Besides, this deception may not hold indefinitely.”
No matter how flawlessly one conceals the truth, it cannot be maintained forever.
Especially when one’s adversaries are those who control the Central Plains itself, my exposure is inevitable eventually.
Therefore, what I must do now is elevate my strength as much as possible before that moment comes, and gather those capable of standing beside me.
“Then let us depart. There is not much distance left to the Okwungwan. Once we cross it, we enter Xinjiang, so remain vigilant.”
“Must we be more cautious than what we experienced here?”
Chaeseoha released a sigh, as though she had reached her limit.
What transpired within the Allied Faction was one matter, but the battle against the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family was her first true life-and-death struggle.
It had been so fierce and terrifying merely to witness, and now being told to remain even more vigilant caused her to shrink inward.
Yet this was no idle warning.
From Xinjiang onward lay the domain of the Demon Sect.
Any armed warriors encountered there should be regarded as Demon Sect disciples.
Unlike the cunning or treacherous martial sects, should they draw their blades, the battle with the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family would pale to insignificance—a truth they would feel bone-deep.
I turned my gaze toward Namgung Yeon.
Though he affected composure, fear was evident in his eyes.
“Do not worry. We have already lost considerable time, so we shall cross into Namman as swiftly as possible. While I cannot guarantee nothing will occur, I have no intention of courting trouble.”
“That is a relief then. I truly wish not to become entangled with them… Ah, my apologies, Young Master.”
“No, I understand your fear. I am well aware of the weight that the name ‘Demon Sect’ carries.”
The mightiest singular force in the history of the martial world.
Though they operated primarily from Xinjiang and rarely ventured into the Central Plains, whenever a Demon Sect disciple did appear, catastrophic bloodshed inevitably followed.
They were strangers to concepts like justice or chivalrous spirit.
They merely followed the strong and pursued strength themselves.
Consumed entirely by this singular purpose, they had developed bizarre and formidable martial techniques, and thus the name “Demon Sect” had become synonymous with terror among the people of the Central Plains.
I patted both women on the shoulder and climbed into the carriage.
“Do not harbor needless worry. Let us go.”

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A vast conference chamber within the Martial Arts Alliance.
The leaders of each major sect and the Eight Great Families had gathered in one place, and for some reason, tension permeated the air.
Despite pooling information from all directions to verify it, the fact that nothing concrete emerged seemed to further irritate their nerves.
“Where on earth has the Shaman Jangmun gone? The very person who should be leading the disciples has vanished without a trace? This is…”
“We are gathering information from all quarters, but nothing has been confirmed yet. Perhaps… he has suffered some misfortune…”
“We speak of none other than the Shaman Jangmun. He is not one to fall so easily… and in the first place, how could someone from the Allied Faction fall at all?”
“Indeed. We heard that there was no intrusion whatsoever into our Allied Faction. Perhaps he simply left due to some matter arising…”
“Then why is this situation happening?!”
Listening to the voices echoing loudly, Mo Yong-cheon suppressed a groan, his lips sealed shut.
His son had been struck down in the Allied Faction.
None other than by Jin Cheon-u.
From the letter, it appeared he had suffered considerable fatal wounds, so his mood was beyond description.
And yet, something unbelievable had occurred on top of that.
The disappearance of Shaman Jangmun Hoyeon.
Though he should have returned with those who accompanied him, his figure could not be found anywhere.
Despite mobilizing all the information networks of the Martial Arts Alliance.
‘There is something at work here.’
Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes opened slightly as he recalled Jin Cheon-u.
He had known that the man was concealing his true strength, but to possess enough power to suppress his son so easily… It occurred to him that perhaps Hoyeon had also fallen to that man.
But could that be possible?
Hoyeon’s martial prowess was formidable enough to assume the position of Jangmun.
No matter how brilliantly Jin Cheon-u distinguished himself, it was unimaginable that he could defeat Hoyeon, who possessed countless battles, experience, and skill.
Moreover, that man surely had a hidden technique he kept in reserve.

The Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique.

It was unreasonable to assume that a warrior skilled enough to wield the foundational sword technique of the Supreme Heaven Sword Technique with such mastery had simply perished entangled with Jin Cheon-u.
Otherwise, it would mean that the very strength Jin Cheon-u displayed was merely the tip of an iceberg.
Mo Yong-cheon, having contemplated this far, let out a soft chuckle.
It made no sense.
Even if one were to sift through the entire history of the Central Plains, there existed no one with such rapid growth.
The same held true even for the Demon King of the Demonic Sect.
Then the conclusion was singular.
What if the Imperial Regent stood behind Jin Cheon-u?
The reason all the efforts the Singyeo had undertaken against the Nakhyang Jin Family had come to naught, why Yeom Ji-hak and the Chohyeon Family were decimated in Anhui where Jin Cheon-u was present, and even Hoyeon’s sudden disappearance now—it all seemed to align to some degree.
“I shall take my leave first. Inform me once matters are clarified.”
Mo Yong-cheon rose from his seat without concern, despite the reproachful glances cast by the elderly men around him.
This was not the time to listen to the passions of old men.
Yeom Ji-hak and Chu Won had already headed toward Namman, and he had heard that Jin Cheon-u had encountered the Gi Ryeon Hyeon Family at a crossroads leading toward Xinjiang.
He wondered if their destinations might be the same.
It seemed he would need to investigate that aspect further.
Though it strained belief, if Hoyeon had truly been investigating Jin Cheon-u and met with an unforeseen circumstance, traces could be found somewhere along that path.
-There is something I must learn with haste.
His transmission of thought pierced toward someone.

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