The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 201

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 201

The sudden appearance of Gonghuang left everyone in shock. The one most startled was undoubtedly Mo Yong-cheon, the Sword Emperor, who wielded considerable influence within the Martial Arts Alliance.
His gaze turned toward Hye-myeong.
To anyone’s eyes, his expression was flustered, appearing to be in considerable shock.
No matter how much he was called the Number One Sword Sect or the Sword Emperor, or how much influence he wielded, before the name of Gonghuang he was nothing more than a small firefly.
How could a firefly ever obscure the sun?
I smiled and turned my gaze away.
Only then could I see the figure of Gonghuang, Hye-myeong.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
“It is an honor to meet you, Alliance Leader. I am Jin Cheon-u, Young Master of the Jin Family of Luoyang.”
Hye-myeong gazed at me in silence.
Clear and pure, his deep eyes were luminous.
Those eyes seemed to pierce through the very essence of a person, penetrating one’s inner being in an instant, and his benevolent face, as if beholding Buddha himself, bore a warm smile.
Yet he did not answer.
He simply withdrew his gaze that had quietly observed me, looked around at those present, and slowly approached the Alliance Leader’s seat where Mo Yong-cheon sat.
Soon he stopped and gazed down at the seat, whereupon Mo Yong-cheon rose from his position, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.
“Welcome back, Alliance Leader.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Without offering a proper response to such words, Hye-myeong chanted the Buddhist invocation, took his seat in the vacant place, set down the wooden fish he held in his hand, and looked around.
“Amitabha Buddha—what is everyone doing? Please, all of you be seated. These old bones find it difficult to look up at you all.”
At Hye-myeong’s words, everyone hurried to find their seats.
Yet no one opened their mouth to speak.
For more than a decade, Hye-myeong had not descended from the mountain. So much time had passed that his name alone remained, while the seat itself seemed naturally to be empty.
And yet now, the seat that had stood vacant awaiting a new occupant had been reclaimed by its original master.
Everyone could not help but feel awkward.
Especially the Moyong Family would feel it all the more.
Because Hye-myeong’s absence had allowed them to wield influence, and in every process of conducting affairs, they had wielded that power to bring benefit to their family.
As Hye-myeong’s gaze swept across each person seated awkwardly, all those who met his eyes turned their heads away, avoiding his stare.
Then Hye-myeong’s gaze came to rest in one place—none other than Mo Yong-cheon, who had returned to his original seat.
He stared intently.
As if memories were just barely surfacing.
“Amitabha Buddha—you are of the Moyong Family…?”
“Cheon, Alliance Leader.”
“Ah yes, that is so. I apologize. This old monk has been away from the mountain for so long that I have forgotten faces. Hehehehe—you have grown old, my friend.”
“…The Alliance Leader has not aged poorly either.”
“Amitabha Buddha—so much time has passed indeed. But tell me, if these old ears do not deceive me…it seems the Martial Artist’s sect master has passed into the heavens, is that correct?”
Hye-myeong spoke of Hoyeon and turned his gaze away.
His expression as he surveyed those present was gentle, yet his tone and eyes carried weight. All the renowned masters present could not bring themselves to raise their heads and could only stare at the ground.
“Have you found the culprit?”
“Alliance Master… I have done everything in my power, but the circumstances have been unfavorable…”
“And you are?”
“Commander Jegal Daewun, at your service.”
At that name, Hye-myeong nodded readily.
Soon after, he smiled with the benevolence of a Buddha and patted Jegal Daewun’s back lightly.
“Find him. If we cannot locate the one who destroyed the Chohyeon Clan, nor the one who touched the Martial Artist’s sect leader, will the world not see the Martial Arts Alliance as utterly helpless?”
“Y-yes, I shall bear it in mind.”
As Jegal Daewun bowed his head in response, Hye-myeong finally withdrew his hand from the man’s back with a satisfied expression.
“This… this is bad, isn’t it?”
“Let us wait and see.”
At that moment, Cheon Yul beside me whispered the question.
It seemed he had come seeking the Sword Emperor, thinking that if one could face the Death Emperor, then the Sword Emperor would be manageable. But the sudden appearance of Hye-myeong’s aura seemed terrifying.
His expression and eyes betrayed an immediate desire to flee.
Yet we both knew all too well that such escape was impossible.
Moreover, the moment Hye-myeong’s gaze turned toward Cheon Yul, it seemed to have seized his very soul.
Cheon Yul froze like a stone statue, unable to move.
As if he had forgotten how to breathe.
“You… why do you carry the aura of the Death Emperor within you?”
“…He is my grandfather, sir.”
“The Death Emperor’s? Then why do you tread upon the lands of Henan, and why have you entered this Martial Arts Alliance?”
“I… I came to visit because this man is my friend, and then I was dragged along.”
Hye-myeong merely posed his questions.
His gentle, benevolent expression and his pleasant voice of an old man pierced through the ears.
Yet with each word spoken, an immeasurable pressure emanated forth, pressing down upon Cheon Yul with increasing force.
It was incomparable to the Sword Emperor from moments before.
“Kugh?!”
Finally, unable to endure it, Cheon Yul staggered and fell to his knees.
Drip, drip—
Simultaneously, cold sweat flowed down and drenched the frigid floor.
His pupils trembled, and the situation appeared dire.
It seemed he might lose consciousness at any moment.
And indeed—
“Kekk?!”
In that instant, a short cry escaped Cheon Yul’s lips, and with a final scream, his eyes rolled back as he collapsed face-first to the ground.
“Hehehehe— what an amusing fellow. It seems he was quite exhausted. Amitabha—.”
Anyone could see this was far from the truth, yet Hye-myeong seemed unaware of his own actions and merely smiled.
Then, finally, his gaze turned toward me.
Those clear eyes gazed endlessly.
He maintained his silence, staring intently as if hoping I would say something, and then a small smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
At the same time, I withdrew my gaze and looked left and right.
“Everyone, please rise. Is it truly such a grave matter that the Death Emperor’s disciple has come seeking an old friend? Why do you all sit here as if paralyzed?”
“But… but the heterodox sects…”
“Amitabha- They are merely those whose thoughts and ideologies differ from ours. If they have caused no harm, why must we divide the righteous from the wicked and persecute them?”
The eyes of those seated turned toward Mo Yong-cheon.
He possessed the greatest influence in this gathering, and consequently his voice carried the most weight—if he offered any objection, several would follow his lead.
Did he draw strength from the light in their eyes?
Mo Yong-cheon looked directly at Hye-myeong.
“Alliance Master, surely you do not intend to simply send away the successor of Cheon Gong-hak?”
“Amitabha- The Buddha’s touch must always be warm, and the Buddha’s heart must always dwell in the righteous path. Does your heart dwell in the righteous path? Or does it dwell in self-interest?”
“Self-interest is not the issue. If we simply let this pass, the entire righteous martial world will be looked down upon.”
“Hehehehe- The righteous martial world will be looked down upon by such a trivial matter? If you are still sleeping, then wake up. It has been long since dawn broke.”
Hye-myeong’s eyes turned toward Mo Yong-cheon.
He who received that gaze did not back down either.
And at that very moment.
Crack-!
Cracks began to spread across the table where they sat.
Whoooosh-
Whether a battle of qi had begun between the two, a fierce and violent energy swept through the hall, writhing like a madness.
Hye-myeong seemed intent on suppressing the rising Sword Emperor, while the Sword Emperor appeared determined to transcend Hye-myeong’s reputation.
The moment Jegal Daewun, who stood nearby, was startled by the momentum of the two and hastily rose to distance himself.
A clear and gentle energy flowing from Hye-myeong’s body instantly seized and suppressed the Sword Emperor’s momentum, reversing the atmosphere of the hall in a single breath.
The expressions of those who had been tense instantly relaxed.
To the point where even the Sword Emperor was taken aback.
Yet Hye-myeong, as if it were nothing, wore the benevolent smile of the Buddha upon his lips.
At the same time, he grasped the wooden fish that lay upon the table and looked around the surroundings with it.
As if the Sword Emperor’s glare meant nothing to him whatsoever.
Tap-tap-tap-
“Amitabha- Are there truly those who think as the Moyong Family Head does?”
Hye-myeong’s deep eyes surveyed the surroundings.
From the Nine Great Sects to the Eight Great Clans and the lesser sects—he took in the expressions of those leading the righteous martial world one by one, and as if something displeased him, he furrowed his brow.
“Why is everyone silent? Is this gathering a place where only the Moyong Family Head may speak?”
Unlike Mo Yong-cheon, he did not pressure his counterpart; instead, his deep eyes filled with Buddhist compassion and his gentle energy enveloped the hall, causing those who had been watching the situation with sealed lips to relax their expressions.
“Kunlun agrees with the Master’s intent.”
“The Martial Artists concur as well. To harm those who have caused no harm is to shake the very foundation of the righteous martial world.”
From various quarters, those accepted Hye-myeong’s will and nodded their heads.
The atmosphere was completely different from that surrounding Mo Yong-cheon.
Without coercion, within a gentle current of air, they spoke of the righteous path that each possessed.
As a result, even the hardliners could not help but yield.
From all quarters, those began to follow Hye-myeong’s will, and the lesser sects, sensing the tide, had no choice but to follow as well—the Sword Emperor’s words no longer carried any weight.
Is that the reason?
Mo Yong-cheon’s piercing gaze turned toward Hye-myeong.
Trembling—
His clenched fist shook violently.
Mo Yong-cheon must have felt it.
In a single breath, Hye-myeong had captivated everyone in the hall.
Just as the Moyong Family and the shackles bearing the name Sword Emperor had been severed, his influence was rapidly crumbling.
“Tch! Do as you wish!”
In the end, there was nothing he could do.
He rose from his seat, speaking without restraint.
Since his words no longer held sway, remaining would only make him understand the difference between the Sword Emperor and the Gonghuang.
It seemed he had decided that by avoiding any comparison, he could at least preserve what influence remained.
I watched as he hurriedly left the hall.
For a moment, our eyes met.
Watching his furious eyes gleam sharply, I found myself smiling and bowed my head lightly without thinking.
It appeared courteous, but from Mo Yong-cheon’s perspective, it must have felt like mockery.
“Amitabha Buddha—may the compassion of the Buddha be with you.”
Hye-myeong, who did not try to stop the departing man, spoke these words while tapping his wooden fish. As he slowly turned his head while chanting sutras, the anxious faces of Myeong-suk and the others came into view.
Looking upon them, Hye-myeong laughed once more.
“A friend willing to stake his life to see another—may the Buddha’s compassion grant some understanding of such devotion. However, now that the eyes of the martial world have gathered here, we cannot allow even the Imperial Guards of Soocheonchu to remain. I believe the proper course is to show such kindness by having them withdraw to Shanxi. What do you all think?”
“Of course, Alliance Leader. We shall do so.”
“We shall follow your lead.”
“Haha… since it is the Alliance Leader’s decision, it must be so.”
Everyone nodded in agreement with Hye-myeong’s words. Though it felt more like coercion than a genuine question, there was no way to stop it once the Myeong-suk had consented.
Hye-myeong smiled with the benevolence of Buddha and spoke once more.
“Amitabha Buddha—then this old monk shall take his leave.”
“…Are you going to Mount Song?”
“Hehe—this old monk is too aged to climb mountains at present. Since the Alliance Leader has quarters, I shall rest there… is that not acceptable?”
“Ah, no! Please rest comfortably!”
As Jegal Daewun hurriedly bowed and spoke, Hye-myeong nodded with satisfaction and rose from his seat.
At that moment, everyone naturally stood and offered their respects.
Only then did Hye-myeong’s voice, which had not spoken to me until now, reach my ears.
“Amitabha Buddha—child of the Jin Family, follow this old monk.”
Hearing those words, I followed behind Hye-myeong.

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