The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 173

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 234

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“Inooooom—!”
Seol Mu roared fiercely as he thrust his sword forward with terrifying force.
A blade aura infused with extreme cold poured forth as if it would freeze everything in its path, yet Gang Cheonho paid it no mind whatsoever.
He simply evaded.
His movements were far too nimble.
As if he himself were a beast, he displayed motions that defied his frame, slipping past the attacks before lashing out his hand toward the approaching master of the Northern Ice Palace.
Shhwaaack—!
Though it was merely a human hand that swung, the sight that unfolded was utterly unbelievable.
As if raked by a beast’s claws, the master of the Northern Ice Palace was torn into four pieces.
Gang Cheonho then descended and began moving with overwhelming agility, ranging across the chamber.
Crack! Snap!
He shattered someone’s bones and moved, then pressed close to another’s body and tore at their throat with his teeth.
Splurt—!
When he drove his fist into another’s face, it shattered completely and pierced through, his fist embedding itself in the wall beyond.
The masters of the Northern Ice Palace—those counted among its finest—fell one after another.
They resisted with all their might, yet none of the techniques they had displayed thus far could even brush the hem of his garments with such agility.
Overwhelming force incarnate, and terror itself.
Even Seol Mu, the Princess who ruled the Northern Ice Palace, felt fear creeping insidiously into her heart as she faced the being before her.
“Ha—ha. So this is the Northern Ice Palace? Hardly impressive.”
“Ugh…! Who… who exactly are you? Who are you to… us….”
“Don’t try to know us, and you mustn’t know, Princess. Your only task is to accept the death standing before you.”
Sssick—
Gang Cheonho’s lips curled upward in a smile.
In that instant, Seol Mu wondered if she had misperceived something.
Fangs protruding sharply.
They truly resembled those of a beast.
Was this a beast that had taken human form? Or had a human become a beast?
Her mind grew even more confused by this incomprehensible reality.
A sight that plunged Seol Mu deeper into terror unfolded.
Gradually closing the distance, Gang Cheonho lightly evaded the sword of an approaching master of the Northern Ice Palace, seized his shoulder, and without hesitation drove his fangs into the man’s neck.
Crunch— Slurp—
“Mmm—hehe, these cold ones taste rather exquisite, don’t they?”
“…!”
The moment they witnessed this, every face in the chamber drained of color. The sight of him devouring human flesh like a beast was no novice’s work.
It seemed as though this were his very sustenance.
He then discarded the corpse like discarded prey, wiping the blood from his lips while revealing an utterly chilling murderous intent.
“Princess, speak while I’m still being reasonable. The Binghua Yujing… where is it?”
“Kugh?!”
“Your Highness! We should retreat now… Gack?!”
Crunch—!
It happened in an instant.
Gang Cheonho’s form vanished in a blink, closing the distance to Seol Mu before reappearing. He casually twisted and tore off the subordinate’s neck as he urged retreat, then hurled it toward Seol Mu.
The severed head struck his chest with a dull thud and rolled across the ground.
At that sight, Seol Mu was consumed by overwhelming terror.
A sensation he had only felt in childhood.
A bone-chilling fear that came with dread and despair.
The moment his eyes met Gang Cheonho’s gaze directly, he realized he could do nothing more.
His trembling hand rose of its own accord, pointing toward a single location.
“Haha— yes, that’s how it should be. Good children always listen well.”
Gang Cheonho smiled with boundless compassion, patting Seol Mu’s shoulder.
The moment his hand touched the shoulder, Seol Mu flinched in surprise, but a glimmer of hope for life shone in his eyes beneath the gentle tone.
Splurt—!
But there was no mercy.
Gang Cheonho’s fist, already extended, shattered the Princess’s face, while his other hand simultaneously tore the remaining powerful experts apart with savage brutality.
Screech—!
Only then did Gang Cheonho snuff out the breath of all present.
He then slowly turned his back and moved toward one of the many passages revealed before him.
The location revealed by one consumed by terror.
There could be no falsehood in it.
Such a thing had never occurred until now.
Therefore, he advanced without hesitation.
After walking for some time along a brilliantly illuminated path, he stopped, and a massive gate appeared before him, firmly closed and rejecting all visitors.
Gang Cheonho simply stared at it.
“The Binghua Yujing… let’s see what lies within.”
His lifted eyes turned fierce and savage.
A tremendous force surged up from his dantian, and as if that were not enough, something strange was drawn forth as well.
The power of Gok Ok.
As that power intertwined with his energy and revealed its presence, the gate, which had shown no response to any method until now, began to change.
It revealed a subtle light, displaying its existence.
Seeing this, Gang Cheonho laughed.
Then he unleashed a fist brimming with tremendous force.
Boom—!

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Slash—!
I watched the falling bodies with furrowed brows. As if every martial expert in Hogar had gathered here, they poured in endlessly.
I cut and cut again, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that their numbers weren’t actually decreasing.
“Hah, hah….”
Hearing the ragged breathing, I turned my gaze toward the woman. Having endured such intense combat continuously, her breath was rough and her complexion had grown pale.
The only reason she continued moving now was the will to cut down with her own hands the one who had brought the Ice Palace to this state.
But even that wouldn’t last much longer.
If she pushed herself any further, she would collapse whether she wanted to or not.
If she fell before the enemy, only death awaited.
Yet I said nothing.
Because I understood her state of mind better than anyone.
No one knew this pain as well as I did—watching those who had laughed and chattered like family before my eyes die so miserably.
“I apologize.”
“…What do you mean?”
“I simply felt that way.”
I shook my head with a bitter smile.
I had placed too much faith in the name Northern Ice Palace.
I had sensed their momentum was weaker than expected, but since they were comparable to Namman, I never imagined such a catastrophic situation would unfold.
Had I known things would turn out this way, I would have employed different tactics.
But regret comes too late.
The deed was already done, and many had become corpses.
My apology to her stemmed from guilt—the guilt of failing to prevent what could have been prevented.
“Rather, I am grateful. I believe I would not have survived without you, Young Master.”
Hearing her gentle voice, I could offer no response. I simply looked ahead, gripped my sword again, and swung it.
Slash!
My sharp blade cut through the bodies of those hiding. Before the sound of them falling even reached my ears, I pushed off the ground again, and soon the woman’s voice came.
“Over there.”
I turned my head slightly and saw a large open space.
All I could see were corpses.
From the way the bodies were torn apart, it was unmistakably clear that Gang Cheonho had passed through here.
At that moment.
“Father—!”
The woman’s sharp cry pierced through the air.
Without thinking, I looked toward that place.
The face was so completely crushed that I couldn’t identify them precisely, but considering the clothes and ornaments, it was undoubtedly the Princess of the Northern Ice Palace herself.
“Aaaaaaagh—! Aaaaaaagh—!”
Screams poured from the woman as she collapsed before her father’s corpse. Tears streamed from her wide, disbelieving eyes, and the sound from her mouth could no longer be called a voice.
It was a wail, a lament.
Tremble—
She caressed her father’s corpse with blood-stained hands.
Her tear-filled eyes were those of someone utterly unable to accept the reality before her.
The shock had reached its limit and shattered beyond it.
The woman’s eyes froze for a moment before rolling back.
I lunged forward urgently, catching her as she collapsed.
“This is not good.”
Her pulse was violent.
Though she had lost consciousness, the shock remained unresolved.
If left as is, her vital energy would twist and the Demonic Heart would take hold.
I pressed her pulse point and carefully infused my energy into her.
I began to gradually calm her raging energy, tempering it with patience.
Watching the color slowly return to the woman’s complexion, I finally released a sigh of relief and lifted her up.
I could not leave her here unconscious.
Yet I could not take her with me either.
Regrettably, concealing her was the most certain method.
Cruel as it was, I laid her down among the corpses.
With blood smeared upon her and arranged to appear as lifeless as possible, even if someone came, they would not easily discover her.
“I cannot promise vengeance, but I will do my utmost.”
I spoke these words and turned away.
Then I moved along the path.
Blood trails visible on the ground.
Undoubtedly left by Gang Cheonho, they stretched along one direction.
Following them would ensure I would not lose my way.
I ventured inward.
After traveling for some time, a peculiar space appeared.
This was the passage leading to the Binghua Yujing.
Though within the palace interior, the surroundings were utterly resplendent.
Ice flowers bloomed on all sides, displaying their beauty, while moonlight filtering in from outside cast a soft glow upon them, creating an even more radiant splendor.
The sight nearly captivated my gaze, tempting me to admire the scenery rather than advance, but I quickly steadied my mind and pressed deeper inward with greater urgency.
Had I reached the pinnacle?
A massive gate came into view.
So enormous that it inspired a sense of being overwhelmed.
Yet the gate, which should have been firmly sealed, stood wide open as if welcoming a visitor, as though Gang Cheonho himself was beckoning me forward.
I took a step and entered.
In that instant, a fierce cold assailed me.
Though I had long since entered the realm of the Eternal Frost, the chill I felt now seemed not merely to freeze the body, but to crystallize the very soul.
Yet what truly captured my attention was something else entirely.
The landscape.
Water flowed gently without freezing despite the cold, and verdant trees flourished. Walking through the lush undergrowth, I beheld countless towering trees bearing fruit.
A veritable paradise.
The scenery I had only seen in paintings now lay before my eyes.
To any observer, it was a landscape that seemed utterly incongruous with the Northern Ice Palace. Yet in this place where even the wind dared not blow, the cold that seeped through felt like stepping into a realm that was both reality and illusion simultaneously.
I proceeded cautiously, examining my surroundings.
A blemish upon an otherwise picturesque scene.
Following the trail of blood that seemed to mark my location, I moved forward step by step until another vista came into view.
A colossal ice wall.
Its overwhelming magnitude stirred an indescribable sensation within me.
As if ten thousand years of glacial cold flowed forth from that very place.
“What do you think of this? They call it the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade. Magnificent, isn’t it?”
“….”
At the sound of an approaching voice, I turned my head.
A man stood examining the structure known as the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade.
Gang Cheonho.
He walked while chewing on something, and with each step, blood dripped steadily onto the ground below.
Without thinking, I furrowed my brow.
Gang Cheonho turned his gaze toward me and broke into a thick smile.
“I knew you would come, Young Master. Khahahaha!”
The man burst into hearty laughter and rummaged through his belongings.
He produced a small liquor bottle and tossed it toward me.
I caught it deftly.
“Didn’t we agree to share a drink? This place seems perfect for it.”
“I share the same sentiment.”
I unhooked the liquor bottle from my waist and hurled it toward Gang Cheonho. He caught the arc of its flight and drank without hesitation, as if parched.
He then slowly withdrew the bottle from his lips and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
“There’s a fine spot over there. Shall we sit and have a drink?”
In that instant, his words grew clipped, and his smile deepened with unmistakable intensity.
Ssshhk—
The sharp fangs of a beast revealed themselves without restraint. I met his gaze and offered a faint smile in return.
I responded in kind.
“Excellent. Your head should serve as adequate appetizer.”
“Khahahaha!”
Gang Cheonho’s rough laughter echoed across the frozen expanse.

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