The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 199

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 199

Countless gazes poured down upon Mo Yong-cheon as he strode boldly into the heart of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Because of his sudden disappearance, many had harbored anxieties similar to Hoyeon’s—wondering if he too would be discovered as a corpse—but the moment they laid eyes upon him, they all cast aside their worries and smiled.
Such was the weight that the name Muyong Jungcheon, the Black Emperor, carried.
This was an inevitable consequence of the current structure of the Martial Arts Alliance. The Alliance Leader, known as Gonghuang, Hye-myeong, remained secluded in the Songshan Mountains with no interest in worldly affairs, while the Martial Artist’s Grand Emperor, Mu-jin, currently devoted his efforts to managing the Martial Artist sect rather than the Alliance itself.
Moreover, with Hoyeon’s death leaving the position of Sect Leader vacant, they were forced to move about busily to resolve the matter.
Without the restraint of the two Emperors, the Black Emperor’s already overwhelming influence within the Martial Arts Alliance could only swell further.
Nearly seventy or eighty percent of the Alliance’s prominent figures could not help but hold respect, trust, and faith toward the Black Emperor.
As if his very existence made him the Alliance Leader himself.
Mo Yong-cheon walked, sensing the gazes of all these people upon him.
Thud— Thud—
With heavy footsteps, he opened the door to his quarters and stepped inside.
The moment the door closed, separating inside from outside.
The expression of Mo Yong-cheon, who had revealed no emotion until now, changed in an instant, and excitement blazed forth in his eyes.
His fists trembled, and his gaze burned with brilliant light.
“At last….”
A long-held desire.
Yet something that could never be reached.
An opportunity to seize it had finally arrived.
The Family Head of the Number One Sword Sect.
Mo Yong-cheon, the Black Emperor.
The position of Alliance Leader, which could be claimed at any moment without raising suspicion.
Achieving even one of these would be cause for celebration, yet Mo Yong-cheon stood on the threshold of obtaining them all.
However, what truly crowned this situation was none other than.

Mo Yong-cheon, the Twelve-Horned Dragon.

“Hahaha.”
That was why the smile never left his lips.
Ever since learning of the Divine Sect until now.
More than the position of Alliance Leader, which could sway the entire martial world of Jeongdo, what he truly desired was the seat of the Twelve Pavilion Lords.
That power was far too tempting to resist.
He had sworn that one day he would seize it without fail.
Those arrogant figures of the Twelve Pavilions who once looked down upon him so disdainfully—the day when they would kneel before him was drawing near.
As he was about to sit down, savoring such ecstasy.
Mo Yong-cheon’s brow furrowed at the presence he felt from outside.
Someone was approaching.
“What is the matter?”
“You should proceed to the conference hall at once.”
“Has something significant occurred that warrants summoning me?”
“The Young Master So of the Jin Family of Luoyang and the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon have come seeking the Alliance.”
“…!?”
The sudden news left Mo Yong-cheon struggling to comprehend.
While he was aware of the relationship between the Jin Family of Luoyang and Sa Do-cheon, he could not fathom the very existence of the Soocheonchu in this land of Hanan.
Mo Yong-cheon narrowed his brow and rose from his seat.
Though he did not know the exact circumstances, it was fortuitous nonetheless.
The one he found most suspicious and disagreeable had crawled into the tiger’s den of his own volition.
Was it not now time to repay what he had endured?
No matter how prestigious the Jin Family of Luoyang claimed to be, before the Moyong Family they were nothing more than fireflies.
Mo Yong-cheon moved slowly, a smile playing at his lips.

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“What is this? Are you telling me to walk or not to walk?”
Growl—
The moment I stepped into Jeongju, piercing gazes rained down upon me.
Sharp, hostile eyes that looked as if they were staring at a mortal enemy poured from every direction, and everyone passing by gripped their swords with such rough intensity that they seemed ready to draw at any moment.
It was understandable.
The person beside me was none other than Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon, and the relationship between Jeongdo and Sa Do-cheon was so terrible that mere words could not explain it.
“The audacity of this brat! Do you know where you are!”
“Do you think Jeongdo’s martial world is a joke!”
Jeers echoed from all around.
Some spat on the ground, while others hurled harsh curses and insults, seeming eager to belittle and demean.
Since nearly everyone on the street was doing so, anyone would feel pressure, yet Cheon Yul did not seem particularly interested.
I found that rather amusing.
“Are you not angry?”
“Why would I be angry? If those bastards had stepped into Sa Do-cheon’s territory instead, they wouldn’t have been able to utter a single word before their heads rolled.”
Cheon Yul smiled as he looked around, his eyes seeming to provoke those nearby, and then he loudly taunted the crowd.
“But no one can touch me here—! Hahahaha!”
“Kgh?!”
“That bastard…!”
At his sudden action, I shook my head with an exasperated expression.
But it was undeniably true.
Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon.
Though he had stepped on forbidden ground, he had committed no crime, and the Jin Family of Luoyang was protecting his identity on his behalf.
Moreover, with the Death Emperor being his relative, no one wanted to risk a confrontation between the two powers, so none dared to rashly attack him.
Cheon Yul exploited that advantage to the fullest.
Even as he watched those trembling with anger and grinding their teeth, he laughed and mocked them, further provoking his opponents.
It was as if he were saying: What are you going to do about it?
Without realizing it, I clicked my tongue and shook my head.
I had thought him a fool who only knew martial arts, but now I could see he was someone who knew how to subtly exploit advantageous situations.
No wonder he was chosen to lead Sa Do-cheon.
I suppressed a small smile and stopped walking.
A group of people in the distance was rushing toward us.
They seemed to have hurried out after hearing the news, fearing an incident might occur, and from the look of them, they appeared to be from the Changryongdan rather than the Blue Heaven Sect.
I recognized their familiar faces.
“Jin Gongja!”
The first to greet me was none other than Paeng Dohan.
He approached with a cheerful smile, but upon noticing Cheon Yul beside me, his expression grew quite surprised, and he cautiously retreated to rejoin his group.
He clearly feared approaching, knowing Cheon Yul’s strength.
“It has been a while, Paeng Sohyeop. And to all of you as well.”
“Ho… Hoho, it seems you have greatly expanded your connections in my absence. Of all people, with the Soocheonchu….”
Eon Garyeo spoke with a lukewarm expression while looking at Cheon Yul, and the moment I heard his voice, Cheon Yul reacted as if responding to something and turned his head.
Soon, I opened my eyes wide.
“Oh—you there, beautiful lady. What is your name? I am Cheon Yul. Haha.”
“…I am Eon Garyeo.”
“Ah—Jin’s Eon Garyeo? Haha—pleased to meet you. How about we go over there and have some tea….”
The moment those words left his mouth.
Whoosh—!
A harsh sound suddenly rang out as a massive blade came flying. As the merciless great sword descended to cleave Cheon Yul in two, he displayed a peculiar movement.
A small motion.
Crash—!
At the same time, Paeng Dohan’s blade, which had narrowly missed, struck the ground at Cheon Yul’s feet and came to a halt.
Not a single error in judgment.
He had evaded with barely a paper’s thickness of space between himself and the blade.
As a result, Paeng Dohan snorted and furrowed his brow.
“Don’t flirt with another man’s woman. I’ll split your skull open.”
“Hahaha—! You mean your own skull?”
“What did you say?”
“Are your ears deaf? I said watch your own skull.”
The moment Cheon Yul’s voice reached my ears once more.
I saw it.
A short dagger had somehow appeared in his hand.
Soon, blood streamed from Paeng Dohan’s crown, staining the floor, and everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
The Changryongdan members couldn’t even properly track Cheon Yul’s movements.
“This damned—!”
“Calm down. We didn’t come here to fight.”
“Consider yourself lucky! If it weren’t for Garyeo, I would have split you apart right then!”
“Hahaha—.”
Despite Paeng Dohan’s ominous warning, Cheon Yul seemed unbothered.
He must have instinctively sensed the difference in their abilities.
I quietly grabbed Cheon Yul’s shoulder.
“Ugh?!”
As I applied pressure with the grip on his shoulder, I could see Cheon Yul’s complexion gradually turning pale.
“This is Paeng Sohyeop and Miss Eon Garyeo. And…it seems one person is not here?”
“Ahem… Would Jin Gongja want to come out?”
“Is that so? I had hoped to offer an apology. What a shame.”
I clicked my tongue and expressed my regret.
Since he had just begun eating again, perhaps he had excused himself to put things he hadn’t eaten in a year into his mouth—an amusing thought crossed my mind.
“In any case, we shall provide escort from now on. We never know what might happen.”
I nodded and urged Eon Garyeo forward.
Then, the Changryongdan members moved and surrounded us.
In particular, they seemed to be taking considerable effort to conceal Cheon Yul’s presence, apparently to prevent any unforeseen complications.
In any case, I wasn’t brought here after being caught doing something suspicious in Hanan territory—I was coming as a legitimate guest of the Jin Family of Luoyang. So whether they liked it or not, the Changryongdan had no choice but to accept the situation.
I followed those ahead of me toward the Martial Arts Alliance.
Unlike during the Heukwoo Society incident when it had been firmly sealed shut, the gates now stood wide open as if welcoming guests.
Cheon Yul gazed at it with an intrigued expression.
Unlike him, my eyes remained cold, my smile absent.
From the moment I stepped inside, my eyes began moving in all directions.
The way I walked, noting the positions of pavilions and where people were or weren’t—it seemed as though this man had considered infiltrating the Martial Arts Alliance itself before coming to find me.
Had Cheon Yul and his guards alone wandered Hanan territory, they would never have gained entry into the Alliance so smoothly.
I let out a small laugh at the realization.
“I’ve been played.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“I underestimated Soocheonchu, it seems.”
“I have no idea what you’re saying, friend. Haha.”
Cheon Yul chuckled softly and patted my shoulder.
Yet his eyes never stopped moving.
A place no heterodox practitioner could ever enter.
Throughout history, no heterodox practitioner had ever entered the Alliance alive, nor had any ever left without drawing their last breath.
Now Cheon Yul had become the only person ever to accomplish what no one else could—using me and the Jin Family of Luoyang as his shield.
I clicked my tongue and asked Paeng Dohan, who walked ahead of us.
“Where are we headed now?”
“To the Grand Conference Hall. The masters of the Nine Sects, the renowned families, and the Commander are gathered there.”
“The Alliance Leader isn’t present?”
“Well… I suspect you won’t be able to see him.”
Paeng Dohan scratched his head, his expression awkward.
It was natural—with the most important figures of the Martial Arts Alliance gathered to decide major matters, the highest position, the Alliance Leader, was absent.
I let out a stifled laugh.
“He’s not here. I came specifically to speak with him.”
“W-well, the masters aren’t such bad people… and besides, the Sword Emperor is here too, so you shouldn’t worry too much.”
“The Sword Emperor… has he returned?”
“Ah, he arrived just a moment ago. Shortly before Jin Gongja entered Jeongju.”
The Sword Emperor, who had suddenly disappeared, had reappeared.
It was speculation, but his disappearance was likely due to a meeting with them. His return meant either he had received instructions or the matter had been concluded.
This was a good opportunity to find out.
Though it wouldn’t be easy.
“Here we are.”
I followed Paeng Dohan into a massive pavilion.
The Grand Conference Hall of the Martial Arts Alliance.
The moment Paeng Dohan, walking ahead, opened the door and stepped inside.
The absolute rulers who currently moved the martial world.
All gathered together, they turned their gaze toward Cheon Yul and me.
The air in the conference hall grew heavy.
Sunken eyes and an oppressive force bearing down upon the shoulders.
Even Cheon Yul, who had maintained a leisurely expression, broke into cold sweat as the gaze, demeanor, eyes, and momentum pressed down upon us with overwhelming weight.
And at the center of it all.
I gazed upon the Sword Emperor seated at the head position and offered a smile.
“It has been quite some time, Family Head.”
“Indeed, I too have been eagerly anticipating our meeting.”
Ssshhh—
The voice that reached my ears was chillingly cold.

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