The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 21

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 82

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Late into the night, the Emperor drank the medicinal broth that Chaeseoha had brought and received her acupuncture treatment.
Though he had not yet consumed the spiritual elixir she was crafting, he could feel throughout his entire body that his condition was improving far more than before.
Vitality and vigor had returned to him, and his voice had become animated once more.
For the first time in ages, he had been able to share her bed—such hope kindled within him that he might be fully healed before long.
The Emperor slowly raised his upper body and turned his gaze away.
Chaeseoha came into view, her head bowed.
“How much longer until the spiritual elixir is ready?”
“Yes, I am doing my utmost, but such a thing cannot be accomplished in merely a day or two….”
“Hasten it as much as possible. If you wish to keep your head attached to your shoulders.”
“I, I am deeply sorry.”
At that threatening remark, Chaeseoha bowed her head deeply. Yet the Emperor seemed to pay it little mind, rising from his seat and methodically gathering his garments to dress himself.
In truth, even if she could not craft the spiritual elixir quickly, he could not bring himself to kill her.
Her condition was improving so visibly with merely the acupuncture and medicinal broth—how could he possibly do such a thing?
He merely urged her forward, driven by his desire to recover even a single day sooner.
The Emperor, now fully clothed, moved forward.
The moment he opened the door and stepped outside, Ga Inhoo and countless guards standing in wait rushed to his side and followed in his wake.
Chaeseoha followed behind them as well.
Upon confirming the direction they were heading, she squeezed her eyes shut.
She had a sense of where they were going.
Once again, she would witness people being torn to death before her eyes, and she would be forced to observe the Emperor toying with countless women.
Though her heart yearned to remain here, her position as one who must stay at the Emperor’s side left her no such choice.
Chaeseoha bit her lip firmly and steadied her breathing.
Several vials of medicine in her possession brushed against her skin.
‘If an opportunity presents itself…!’
The moment an opening appeared, she could escape this hell.

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It didn’t take long for me to realize I didn’t need to go searching for anyone.
I stepped out of the Auction House and took a few paces forward.
Yet before my eyes, a throng of people had gathered. They appeared to be numerous nobles and the warriors escorting them.
Each and every one of them gripped their blades, their gazes sharp and piercing.
Was this because of the Summoning Order?
Or was this my uncle’s doing?
As I turned my gaze to understand, I caught sight of Jin Baek-ryong approaching slowly from a distance, wearing a serpent mask.
His eyes were decidedly menacing.
Beside him, as he drew near with a flickering gaze fixed upon me, I could see not only the Five Masters I had encountered this morning but many other guards as well.
It appeared he had gathered additional forces to prepare for any contingency.
Naturally, more than fifty people had surrounded me.
I looked at Jin Baek-ryong.
“What are you doing?”
“Can’t you see? A powerful man exerting his strength against a swindler.”
“A swindler?”
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday? That gambling game was a fraud.”
“You’re confessing that you committed fraud against me?”
“You’re the one!”
Jin Baek-ryong shouted, his eyes blazing with ferocity.
At his outburst, the warriors beside him placed their hands on their sword hilts. At a single glance or word, they would all draw their blades and strike.
I gazed at this scene and laughed.
“The interest on four-fold debt seems to amuse you.”
“You coerced me into signing a contract, and if the gambling game itself was fraud, then it’s void. Now return the money you took from me yesterday and kneel. If you do, I won’t have anything cut off you.”
Jin Baek-ryong was confident.
He spoke of the fraudulent gambling with such certainty, and he clearly believed there was no way I could escape this situation.
After all, he had gathered such a force.
It was the moment I let out a soft chuckle at the sight of it all.
-Uwaaaaaa!
A tremendous roar echoed from somewhere, and everyone present turned their gaze in shock.
Then the situation came into view.
The highest VIP Seating in the Arena.
A figure wearing a golden dragon mask revealed himself there. As he appeared with dozens of guards, the crowd erupted in cheers.
There was no need to even wonder who it was.
The Emperor.
The Emperor had just revealed himself in the Arena.
Surely he would watch bloody duels from that vantage point, drink wine, enjoy himself, and then move with his attendants to the palace pavilion prepared for him.
Looking carefully at those beside him, a particular woman stood out.
A white mask covering her entire face. Though her face was hidden, I could tell from her figure alone that it was Chaeseoha.
Then, something peculiar caught my attention.
Not those surrounding me in this place, but others.
I watched quietly as the Emperor moved busily and disappeared from view.
His movement technique wasn’t clearly visible, but there was something familiar about it.
It resembled the style of a shaman.
I let out a soft chuckle.
Then I retrieved the cloth signed by Jin Baek-ryong from my pocket and handed it to Gu Gunbaek.
“What is this?”
“If you obtain that, it will be yours, sir.”
“What? Really?! Hahahaha! You good kid! I knew I could trust you!”
Gu Gunbaek burst into hearty laughter and gazed at those before him.
It wasn’t a murderous feeling, but his eyes gleamed fiercely.
The piercing gaze of a fierce predator was fixed upon them.
But soon he withdrew his gaze and pushed Jang Chuchyeong beside him.
“Huh? Wh-what?!”
“What are you doing, you disciple? Clean this up. I’ll handle the conversation with that one.”
“But there are so many people here!”
“That’s exactly why it’s training, you fool. Come on, what are you waiting for!”
Jang Chuchyeong looked at me with a bewildered expression at the sudden turn of events.
He already knew who his opponent was.
If he hadn’t known about Jin Baek-ryong, he wouldn’t have hesitated, but knowing the situation, his reluctance to throw a punch seemed to stem from that knowledge.
At his questioning gaze—as if asking ‘Do I really have to?’—I nodded lightly.
“It’s fine. They’ll end up being unrelated to us anyway.”
“You’re taking responsibility for that!”
“I am.”
The moment the words left my mouth.
Jang Chuchyeong closed the distance between himself and the man before Jin Baek-ryong in an instant and threw a punch.
Crack!
With a sickening sound, the opponent’s body bent like a shrimp, and he flew away with his eyes and tongue nearly bursting from their sockets.
Boom-crash-crash!
He swept through those around him in an instant, and with that single blow, four or five people vanished before my eyes.
“Hyah-ha-ha!”
But Jang Chuchyeong didn’t stop there.
He had already heard the order to finish everyone except Jin Baek-ryong.
Moreover, having been told not to worry about anything, his fists poured down like a downpour, striking in all directions.
“Ha-ha-ha! Well done, well done! That’s the way!”
Gu Gunbaek, watching from the side, clapped his hands and burst into hearty laughter.
Already, the irritation he’d felt from the First Leader seemed absent from his mind. He appeared completely absorbed in the fight his disciple was waging.
“…This crazy bastard! What are you doing! Kill him!”
Finally, even those around them drew their blades.
The opponent was merely one person.
Since losing was unthinkable in this situation, they rushed forward without hesitation despite the fists pouring down like rain.
Thump, thump, thump, thump—!
The surroundings descended into chaos in an instant.
With fists and kicks as ghostly as if one man were fighting alone, even the guards of the nobility could not easily defend against them.
A single punch sent a man flying through the air.
As the martial arts of Gu Gunbaek, called the Demon King, interlocked with Jang Chuchyeong’s divine power—which he had never properly unleashed before—his true strength was revealed, and it seemed no one could stand against this beast.
“Ahahaha! More, more! Hit harder, harder! Smash my skull to pieces!”
Gu Gunbaek, who had already collapsed, shouted out encouragement that was not encouragement.
As if drawing strength from that voice, the internal energy channeled through each punch grew increasingly fierce, and his movements began to resemble those of a wild beast.
For the first time, I unleashed my martial arts without mercy.
The wounds I had suffered at the hands of the First Leader seemed instead to have freed me from the shackles that bound me.
I was gradually beginning to embody the Demon King’s martial arts.
Having served as a servant for so long, the garment of the Demon King’s martial arts had never quite fit me before, but now it was beginning to take shape.
Watching this unfold, I turned my gaze toward Jin Baek-ryong.
His pupils trembled violently at the unbelievable sight.
It seemed he had never anticipated such a situation, as cold sweat beaded and dripped from his skin.
A smirk naturally formed at the corner of my lips.
He could no longer retreat.
Even if Jang Chuchyeong collapsed from exhaustion, the hell that was Gu Gunbaek remained.
There was no way he could escape this place unscathed.
With that sight etched in my eyes, I turned my back.
I moved slowly and gazed toward where the Arena lay.
It seemed they had not yet noticed the commotion occurring here, but it was certain they would learn of it soon enough.
But before that.
Something else would become a problem.
I shifted my gaze from the Arena to elsewhere.
The entrance to Dowon Village.
That area had also grown turbulent just moments ago.
As I quietly directed my attention there, I saw figures I judged to be the Crown Prince and Chungho entering. They stood frozen, their expressions blank, as if unable to believe the chaos unfolding before their eyes.
They were supposed to be the ones causing the commotion, yet it had already begun without them. How bewildered they must feel.
Crash—!
At that moment, Jang Chuchyeong’s fist swung with terrifying force.
As his punch, infused with internal energy, struck someone, their upper body flew into the air and rained down blood.
“Ugh… Aaaah… Aaaahhh!”
“What is this monster?!”
“This is not what was promised! Such a master!”
Someone, presumed to be one of the Five Masters, cried out.
But whether that cry had drawn Jang Chuchyeong’s attention, his sharp, predatory eyes turned toward him, and like a tiger, he lunged forward, wielding his claws with lethal precision.
Splurt—!
One of the Five Masters’ head flew off with appalling ease.
As his staggering body collapsed helplessly to the ground.
It had become a slaughterhouse.
“Save me—!”
“What kind of madman does such a thing!”
Thwack—! Thwack thwack thwack!
Only then did those who grasped reality begin to flee for their lives.
But it was already too late to escape the rampaging beast. With movements as swift and nimble as a predator, he caught up with them in an instant, and the fists he unleashed upon his prey showed no mercy unlike before.
Thwack thwack thwack!
In moments, several bodies were torn to shreds, and Jang Chuchyeong, drenched in blood from head to toe, grinned wickedly.
As if he were savoring this hunt.
The terrified prey scattered in flight, and the chaos around us could only intensify.
For the Crown Prince, it was an opportunity beyond measure.
A common brawl among nobles in Dowon Village.
No one could help but perceive it that way.
Thanks to this, even though the Crown Prince had entered with over a hundred men, no one paid them any attention.
Only then did I hear the Crown Prince’s voice, which I had heard once before.
“Find those bearing gold and jade tokens and eliminate them. Chungho and the rest of you, come with me.”
“As you command!”
Those who received the order to eliminate the gold and jade token bearers appeared to be warriors personally trained by the Crown Prince.
They all seemed to possess exceptional skill, and I judged them to be individuals cultivated by the Crown Prince with Chungho’s assistance.
Though they moved swiftly and spread out, confirming the possession of tokens one by one in this vast Dowon Village was nearly impossible.
Then only one simple choice remained.
Kill them all.
Resistance would be considerable, but they would have come prepared for as much.
The Emperor’s Retainers would surely be helpless against it.
But if the situation became entirely favorable to the Crown Prince, that would be problematic.
I moved, suppressing my presence.

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