The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 195

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 195

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An ominous premonition thrashed wildly within me.
The intuition of a Powerful Expert beyond a certain threshold could not be ignored.
Even as I bolted toward the main gate, my furrowed brow refused to relax.
Turning my gaze toward the distant gate, I saw countless warriors from various sects hurrying outside, and with each passing moment, the sounds grew increasingly louder.
Boom—Crash!
“Aaaahhh!”
“Kyieeeek!”
Tremendous sounds and screams filled with terror.
Even the sight of some weaker individuals caught in the wind pressure and sent flying.
Without fully comprehending the suddenly unfolding situation, I rushed forward even more urgently.
Was it the Divine Sect?
Or perhaps Gwanbaek?
Perhaps it was even Mo Yeongjung-cheon’s doing, no longer able to contain himself. Regardless, it was clear that whoever it was commanded a force that could not be ignored, so I moved with greater haste.
In an instant, I closed the vast distance in a single breath.
The wide-open main gate was crowded with numerous people.
They drew their swords and took defensive stances, but were sent flying and tumbling by the force of someone extending their power.
It seemed difficult to exit through the gate.
I launched myself high into the air.
Kicking off the ground with force, I soared upward and leaped over the towering main gate of the sect in a single bound.
Then the unfolding scene came into view.
A man with a thick smile on his lips wielded a saber held in one hand.
Boom!
“Where are you?! Come out—Jin Cheon-u!”
Immediately after, a resounding voice reached my ears.
Was the target none other than me?
Sensing from that alone that this visitor came with no good intentions, the moment I landed lightly on the ground.
My eyes met with the man wielding the saber.
His eyes widened greatly.
At the same time, I could not hide my own shock.
“Hahaha! There you are! We finally meet!”
The man burst into loud laughter as his saber suddenly turned toward me and came slashing down.
Clang!
In an instant, tremendous force surged forth.
A force that pushed a person backward in a single breath.
As I was driven back, I let out an incredulous laugh.
“Why are you here?”
“Of course I came to settle this!”
“Settle what?”
“What we left unfinished last time. The match we never completed!”
Whoooosh—!
The sweeping blade grazed the collar of my chest.
It was incomparably faster than before.
He had clearly elevated his skill significantly in this short time.
Seeing this, I let out a hollow laugh.
“This is no place for the Soocheonchu.”
“We’re friends, so it’s fine!”
“Friends who draw their blades the moment they see each other?”
“That’s how warriors make friends with their swords!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Cheon Yul’s blade, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon, moved with frenzied intensity.
His movements were overwhelming—what stood before me was an illusion, yet the blade wielded by that illusion was real.
Clang—!
As I deflected and turned my gaze, another sword came flying, but this time the sword was the illusion and his form was real.
Illusion and reality were intertwined.
It wasn’t perfect illusion magic like that of the Death Emperor, but there was no doubt he had elevated his level far beyond what it was before.
I let out a hollow laugh and surveyed my surroundings.
Numerous warriors from various sects lay scattered about.
They all gasped for breath, staring at the situation in shock, and among them were many who bore considerable injuries.
I sighed.
“You caused all this commotion just to settle a match with me?”
“I have to defeat you to prove I’m the Soocheonchu! I’m the type who can’t accept defeat. I’ve searched through mountains and fields for quite some time to find you here.”
“It certainly appears so.”
Cheon Yul’s words were clearly no lie—his appearance was in such a wretched state that if I hadn’t witnessed his martial prowess, I would never have believed he was the Soocheonchu.
No one would believe this man was Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu.
But thinking about it, it was rather amusing.
Shanxi and Henan weren’t that far apart, and Taiyuan, where Sa Do-cheon and Luoyang were located, was a capital city with well-developed roads.
It was somewhat ridiculous that he couldn’t find me here during the time I traveled from Luoyang to Namman and back to Luoyang.
Boom—!
But rather than dwell on such thoughts, I needed to stop the onslaught of blade wind first.
I narrowed my brow, observing the three-pronged blades. I had to determine which was illusion and which was real.
In that instant, I extended my sword.
Clang, clang, clang—!
All three prongs of the blade were not illusions.
They merely appeared like illusions to the eye due to the incredible speed at which they were swung.
Because of this, I caught sight of Cheon Yul’s shocked expression.
The moment his opening became completely exposed.
Without hesitation, I threw my fist forward.
Thwack—!
“Guh—?!”
My fist buried itself deep into his abdomen.
As Cheon Yul’s eyes looked ready to burst from their sockets, his body convulsed violently before—
“Bleurgh—!”
He retched everything up and collapsed to his knees.
But unable to resist the rapidly draining strength, he toppled forward and lost consciousness with his face planted in his own vomit.
I stepped back slightly, creating distance between us.
“…What about this young master, sir?”
“Leave him be. He’ll find his way back once he comes to.”
“Ah… understood.”
I turned my gaze to survey the surroundings.
Though invisible, there were eyes watching me from the shadows.
And that murderous intent I’d felt before Cheon Yul collapsed.
Of course, this was Soocheonchu’s entourage escorting Sa Do-cheon—they wouldn’t have sent him alone.
I turned away, assuming they would retrieve him on their own.
“Close the doors and scatter some salt. Those who are injured should seek out So-ha.”
“Yes!”
Everyone in the room watched me suppress this absurd situation in an instant, their eyes gleaming as they answered with vigor.
Burdensome as it was.

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It was an hour later when Cheon Yul opened his eyes. As he slowly pushed himself upright, a sharp, searing pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to curl forward like a shrimp and furrow his brow.
He lifted his upper garment slightly to check, and upon seeing the vivid bruising stained with blood, he couldn’t help but let out a low whistle.
“That’s quite something.”
Cheon Yul paused, searching through his memories.
His technique had been executed flawlessly, and he was confident that few in this world could defend against it.
This certainty stemmed from recalling Jin Cheon-u’s strength when he’d witnessed it in Shanxi.
That version of him would have fallen for it without question.
Because the technique he’d deployed was designed to be inescapable.
Yet it had been completely seen through.
More than that—it had been dismantled entirely, leaving him uncertain how to process this turn of events.
It felt as though in this brief span of time, while he had taken a single step forward, that man had sprinted leagues ahead.
Or perhaps—soared?
That was the magnitude of the gap he felt.
Cheon Yul exhaled a long breath, his gaze fixed on the tightly sealed gates of the Jin Family of Luoyang.
As if the title of Soocheonchu Cheon Yul of Sa Do-cheon meant nothing, the firmly closed gates showed no intention of opening, and Jin Cheon-u himself was nowhere to be seen.
Look at them.
The expressions of the warriors guarding the entrance were smug with satisfaction.
There was no escaping the sense that they stood their post with such confidence because they believed in Jin Cheon-u.
A hollow laugh escaped him.
“Soocheonchu.”
Then.
A voice came from somewhere.
He didn’t need to look to know who it was.
The bodyguards from Sa Do-cheon who had followed him.
“What?”
“Perhaps it would be wise to return, sir? This is Martial Arts Alliance territory. Should word of this spread… we would be unable to intervene.”
At the warning-laden words, Cheon Yul snorted derisively.
Right now, the Martial Arts Alliance was the least of his concerns.
A mere peer—perhaps only two or three years his junior.
Even if he gathered every martial master in the Central Plains, it would be no exaggeration to say none could match him.
Even the vaunted Moyong Hyeok of the Number One Sword Sect was beneath his notice.
But look now.
A boy three years younger possessed strength that transcended reason.
What martial techniques must he have learned? What principles and thoughts must guide him to break through barriers and advance so rapidly?
Moreover, Cheon Yul could not recall a single instance of witnessing Jin Cheon-u wield his sword with genuine intent.
This did not mean he was holding back.
Rather, he had never fought with his full heart even once.
And the result of that…
“I’m not leaving!”
“Soocheonchu…”
“Do you really think I’ll just leave after being humiliated like this? Absolutely not! I won’t budge from this spot until we have a proper match. I swear it.”
“Given his nature, he will never accept your challenge. Are you aware of this?”
“I know! But I’m still not leaving! No matter what I have to do… I’ll see his true strength with my own eyes.”
Cheon Yul clenched his teeth, steeling his resolve.
This was no longer a matter of victory or defeat.
It was pride.
He had unleashed every ounce of his power against his opponent, yet they had dismantled his assault in an instant with a mocking smile.
What if that man fought seriously?
How vast was the gap between them?
He was called a genius among geniuses.
Yet faced with something beyond his reach, wouldn’t anyone want to verify it?
“I’m absolutely not leaving! I have to defeat that man before I can go back!”
At that fierce declaration, the man sighed.

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“What? He didn’t leave?”
“No, he’s still there. Apparently he woke up quite some time ago, but he’s just sitting at the main gate without moving.”
“And now?”
“He’s lying sprawled out at the main gate. Should I go check on him?”
I frowned as I listened to Chu Hyeongi’s report.
Despite already experiencing a clear gap in our abilities, he remained, refusing to leave and holding his ground.
As if waiting for the firmly closed main gate of the Jin Family of Luoyang to swing wide open, for me to emerge from within.
I scratched my head.
The main gate of the Jin Family of Luoyang was reserved for receiving important guests or as a passage used exclusively by direct family members.
Thus it was situated in a secluded area with few passersby, and lying sprawled there would have no real impact.
If instead he had chosen the guest gate—
The one most people used when they had business with the Jin Family, which remained constantly open—I would have rushed out immediately to drag him away.
It would interfere with operations.
But since that wasn’t the case, I paid it no mind.
“Leave him be.”
“But… he’s not eating or drinking. Are you sure that’s alright? I’m starting to worry he might be a corpse we need to dispose of.”
“Don’t worry about it. Leave him. He’ll exhaust himself and collapse.”
I rose from my seat without giving it further thought. Unless he caused another disturbance like last time, swinging a sword around wildly, I had no reason to see Cheon Yul’s face again.
The agreement between Sa Do-cheon and the Jin Family of Luoyang concerned only imperial business—there was no need to concern myself with Cheon Yul.
If he simply exhausted himself and left on his own, that would be ideal.
“Where are you going?”
“To the marketplace for a moment. Don’t think of following me—rest here.”
“…Are you perhaps going to see that young lady?”
“You don’t need to know.”
At my firm words, Chu Hyeongi pouted, his eyes gleaming with the look that suggested he would follow me no matter what if I mentioned going to see Baek Jin-hwa.
I let out a soft chuckle and turned my head away.
I grasped the painting that lay upon the table in my hand.
It was a place that even my Father, who had wandered throughout the Central Plains since childhood, did not know.
Then in the end, I would have to borrow the power of the Hao Sect.
Baek Jin-hwa was someone who would stop at nothing for my sake.
I was certain she would help with all her heart and sincerity.
With that, I slipped out of my quarters and moved with quick steps.
Unlike usual, I climbed over the wall instead of using the main gate, and when I averted my gaze, I could see the figure of Cheon Yul in the distance.
He lay sprawled out in front of the main gate, snoring loudly.
He was so defenseless that it would not be strange if someone approached and stole his purse, yet the gaze I felt around him watched Cheon Yul day and night without rest.
The moment anyone approached with ill intent, their neck would fly off.
I let out a soft chuckle without realizing it.
“Let’s see how long he can endure this.”
I became curious about how long that fellow’s audacity would last.

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