The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 152

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 152

Whoooosh—Rumble—!
The torrential downpour showed no signs of relenting.
Simultaneously, thunder roared deafeningly in my ears, and lightning flickered between the clouds.
Crack—!
Followed by a bolt of lightning striking down.
Battered by the violent rain and wind so fierce that I could barely see a hand’s breadth ahead, I gazed downward with narrowed eyes.
I saw his eyes widened in shock.
Looking at me as if in disbelief.
Sip Murang’s gaze lingered on the five severed fingers before he abruptly retreated backward, creating distance between us, as if seized by an ominous premonition.
“Hehehehe! What is this? Where did you crawl out from?”
He let out a strange laugh, feigning composure, yet his eyes betrayed considerable tension and unease.
I regarded him with cold indifference.
I swung my sword lightly.
Whoooosh—!
The sword energy pierced through the downpour and sliced through the spot where Sip Murang had been sitting as cleanly as cutting tofu.
Yet he had already hurled his body away, evading the attack.
“Hehe, merely that much—Ugh?!”
Thud—!
But it was a miscalculation on his part.
No matter how agile his movements were, I had already locked onto him with my eyes and senses, so there was nowhere he could escape from my perception.
The man who took the blow to his abdomen in mid-air let out a sharp cry of pain.
Without hesitation, I swung the sword’s crossguard.
Thud!
The merciless strike of the crossguard lashed across his face with such force that the recoil sent him flying to crash into the ground.
Bang!
With a harsh sound, he tumbled across the mud.
Covered entirely in mud in an instant, he scrambled to his feet and looked around desperately for me, but I was already standing behind him.
I lightly extended my foot and pressed down on the back of his head.
Thud!
“Gasp?!”
As his face slammed into the ground, a shriek tore from his throat.
Trembling—
His body shook from the intense pain as he desperately struggled to escape this situation, but it was an impossible endeavor.
I twisted the sword’s crossguard in my hand and struck Sip Murang’s face again as he tried to lift his head.
Crack—!
With a sound like a watermelon shattering, his body’s form collapsed, and simultaneously, his few remaining yellowed teeth were knocked loose, scattering across the mud mixed with blood.
“Cough!”
“I never thought I’d see you again. But where are the others? I don’t see the Twin Demons who traveled with you, nor the Blood Ghost.”
“Kugh?!”
At the sudden words, Sip Murang’s head snapped upward.
Eyes streaked with crimson bloodshot veins came into view.
Fury blazed in his gaze, but I had no interest in such things.
Whoosh—!
I swung the sword guard once more, striking the back of his head.
His face slammed into the ground again, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
His face was already a mangled ruin.
What had been an ugly visage to begin with was now so thoroughly destroyed that even his earlier state seemed preferable, and with each strike, teeth flew away until none remained visible.
With all his remaining teeth knocked out, his words became utterly incomprehensible.
As I narrowed my eyes and looked down at him.
“This bastard—!”
Whoosh—!
Paeng Dohan’s blade, which had rushed forward without warning, pierced through Sip Murang’s mouth and skewered him.
“Gack, gack…!”
His body convulsed violently, his eyes gradually dimming, and soon all light faded as they began to glaze over.
Paeng Dohan never took his gaze away from him as his breath ceased. As if bearing witness to his end for all those who had suffered at his hands.
I observed the scene and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m relieved you’re alive.”
“…Jin Gongja, what brings you to this place?”
“I stopped by the village on business, and a man named Changmuhan desperately fled and informed me of what happened.”
“That fellow…?”
At Paeng Dohan’s question, I shook my head.
Had his breath persisted even a moment longer, I would have attempted to save him by any means, but according to Chaeseoha’s assessment, he was already beyond saving.
Even if the Chae Family’s healing pills had been available, it would have been meaningless.
“Cough… Thank, thank you. Without you, I….”
“Please don’t say such things. More importantly, is Miss Eon all right?”
“Ah— Garyeo!”
Only then did Paeng Dohan remember Eon Garyeo and moved urgently. Just seeing her collapsed form lying on the ground told me how grave the situation was.
I moved quietly toward the cave, and Paeng Dohan hurried in after me.
Fortunately, the interior of the cave wasn’t too damp.
Though somewhat wet, I quickly gathered twigs and leaves and lit a fire, which helped dispel some of the bitter cold.
“Garyeo! Garyeo! Open your eyes!”
“Cough—!”
Suddenly, blood sprayed from Eon Garyeo’s mouth.
Dark blood rose along with a sickly stench.
I slowly examined her body and found the wound from the blade.
“She’s been poisoned.”
“I had a feeling….”
“It’s the work of someone who travels with Sip Murang. Did you encounter the Blood Specter?”
“…I’m not certain if it was the Blood Specter, but they were extraordinarily powerful.”
Paeng Dohan broke into a cold sweat as he recalled that moment.
He couldn’t speak properly about it, but I could sense what had happened.
He must have felt a considerable gap in their levels.
Even within Doyuanhyang, those like Sip Murang, the Blood Specter, and the Twin Demons could be counted among the top ten strongest, worthy of such distinction.
They possessed skills that could be called martial legends, along with experience to match.
If they had absorbed the foot soldiers of Doyuanhyang and placed them under their command, even the Changyong Faction would have found it impossible to succeed.
“This matter should have been handled by the Blue Heaven Sect, not our Changyong Faction! Damn it!”
“Why did the Changyong Faction come?”
“Hyeok said… he could handle it….”
“You didn’t even investigate the information?”
“We moved without time for that.”
It was that Moryeong Hyeok again.
But thinking about it, his choice was unavoidable as well.
The incident at Gongdongpa had tarnished the Moyong Family’s honor, and people’s perception of them had inevitably shifted.
Moreover, with Hye-myeong’s emergence, the family’s influence had diminished considerably, so they needed some decisive achievement to restore their damaged reputation.
This situation was the result of that need.
He likely gritted his teeth and tried to resolve it.
Without even understanding the true scope of the problem.
I shook my head and sighed.
“I suspect the Alliance Leader would not have approved….”
“The Alliance Leader wouldn’t know precisely. Hyeok brought the information and left immediately upon receiving it.”
A sigh escaped from Paeng Dohan’s lips.
He must regret not stopping him.
But even if he had tried to stop him, that man would have gone alone, so ultimately the entire Changyong Faction had to move.
I found myself laughing helplessly, and when I glanced outside the cave, I sensed the presence of several people approaching.
“Young Master—! Where are you?”
“Here.”
Emerging through the downpour were none other than Jang Chuchyeong, Namgung Yeon, and Cheon Yul. But it wasn’t just them—Chaeseoha was also there.
Since I couldn’t tell who had suffered what injuries, bringing her along seemed like it would be tremendously helpful.
I looked at Chaeseoha.
“I’d appreciate it if you could examine this person.”
“At the very least, I’m sorry for dragging you out in this rain without asking if you were alright. It would have been better if you’d said something like, ‘There’s someone seriously injured here, please help,’ you know?”
Chaeseoha entered the cave, wringing out her soaked clothes like washing laundry, and grumbled.
Soon she sighed and approached Eon Garyeo, examining her condition before looking back at me.
“All men need to leave.”
“Why?”
“I need to remove her clothes. Do you still want to stay?”
At those words, I shrugged my shoulders and turned to leave. Just then, as if she’d been waiting, Chaeseoha moved and pulled some nearby vegetation over to block the entrance.
Faced with that gesture telling everyone to stay out, I had no choice but to move away from the entrance.
Before long, the men had gathered closely around me.
All while being drenched by the pouring rain.
It was then that Paeng Dohan’s voice reached my ears.
“Thank you, Young Master! I shall never forget this kindness for as long as I live.”
“There’s no need to remember it. I merely did what needed to be done.”
“Ha! It’s remarkable that someone from the merchant class would consider such a thing necessary!”
Paeng Dohan’s expression had brightened considerably from moments before.
Having escaped a situation where he couldn’t afford to lower his guard, and with Chaeseoha, who appeared to be a physician, tending to Eon Garyeo, his mind seemed somewhat at ease.
Moreover, he had even avenged his friend.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.
Just then, Paeng Dohan, who had been smiling, glanced subtly to one side. A certain figure who was grinning widely despite being soaked by the downpour seemed to bother him greatly.
“But… aren’t you Soocheonchu?”
“Oh, hey! We’ve met before, haven’t we? In Jeongju.”
….
Even with a member of the Hebei Paeng Family right before his eyes, Cheon Yul pays no mind. Rather, he smiles brightly and even waves his hand, making it hard to believe they were supposed to be hostile toward each other.
Paeng Dohan furrowed his brow.
He seemed to be fingering his saber as if ready to draw it at any moment, but eventually let out a long sigh and turned his head away dismissively.
The gaze directed at me was very serious.
It was clear enough to feel that he was about to ask for something.
“I have a request, Young Master! Please save our members.”
Paeng Dohan bowed his head and spoke with heavy words.
The pride of the Changyong Unit.
The dignity of the Hebei Paeng Family.
He was casting all of that aside to ask for help. Though he mentioned sending a letter to the Martial Arts Alliance just now, considering the time it would take to reach here, one couldn’t imagine how many more sacrifices would occur.
That’s why Paeng Dohan was desperate.
“I came here for that very reason, so there’s no need to bow your head.”
“Is that truly so?!”
When he asked again, I nodded once more with conviction, and only then did Paeng Dohan’s face light up.
It was as if he had finally set down a heavy burden.
I smiled back at him as well.
“Then, shall I think about this for a moment?”
Helping isn’t difficult.
After all, I bear some responsibility for releasing those men from Doyuanhyang in the first place, so I can proceed with the mindset of resolving what I’ve begun, just as Chaeseoha said.
But the situation is far from simple.
The torrential downpour showed no signs of letting up, and the wind blowing with enough force to uproot trees remained relentless.
Given that human traces would be erased in an instant, finding the scattered Changyong Unit members didn’t seem easy.
I paused to think and turned my head.
“Soocheonchu, please protect So-ha here.”
“Ah— really? Can’t I come along?”
“Is there anyone here as capable of protecting So-ha as Soocheonchu himself?”
“…There isn’t! Only I can!”
At those words, Cheon Yul burst into laughter.
Paeng Dohan, who couldn’t match Sip Murang, was out of the question, and I couldn’t be certain of Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon’s abilities alone.
Since I couldn’t afford to leave myself, I had no choice but to rely on the most dependable Cheon Yul.
Though he looked eager to throw himself into battle, there was no dissatisfaction in his expression—perhaps satisfied that he would be protecting the two women.
This side was settled then.
To protect Eon Garyeo and Chaeseoha, Cheon Yul would draw upon everything he possessed.
Next, I turned my head to regard Namgung Yeon and Jang Chuchyeong.
“You two take the vanguard.”
“Yes.”
“Eh?! You want us to find someone in this downpour?”
“Of course. As a disciple of your master, it shouldn’t be difficult, should it?”
At my words, Jang Chuchyeong furrowed his brow.
Then he flared his nostrils like a dog catching a scent.
Sniff sniff—
At that action, Paeng Dohan and Cheon Yul stared in disbelief.
“The rain is making the scent very faint. Besides, this is my first time doing this—I’m not sure I can do it properly.”
“I believe it’s not something to worry about. Your master wouldn’t have let you go otherwise. He kept you because he deemed you useful.”
Gaining confidence from my words, Jang Chuchyeong nodded.
While it might sound like mere encouragement, his master is the unfathomable Gu Gunbaek.
Moreover, his pride in Namman martial arts overflows abundantly.
In truth, I was certain that if Jang Chuchyeong’s level had been deemed insufficient, Gu Gunbaek would never have sent him beyond Namman’s borders.
Thus Namgung Yeon and Jang Chuchyeong.
Paeng Dohan and I.
Though our numbers were absurdly small to face an unknown multitude, the blazing eyes and expressions of these three burned with the intensity of a hundred against one.
I regarded them with satisfaction.
A small expeditionary force to resolve what was begun had been formed.

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