The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 213

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 213

Whoooosh— Rumble—!
The torrential downpour showed no signs of relenting.
Simultaneously, thunder roared deafeningly in my ears, and lightning flickered between the clouds.
Crack—!
Followed by bolts of lightning striking down.
Battered by the fierce wind and rain so violent that I could barely see a hand’s breadth ahead, I gazed downward with narrowed eyes.
I saw his eyes widened in shock.
Looking at me as if in disbelief.
Sip Murang glanced once more at the five severed fingers, and as if sensing something ominous, he hastily retreated backward, increasing the distance between us.
“Hehehehe! What is this now? Where did you crawl out from?”
He let out a strange laugh, attempting to appear composed, yet his eyes wavered so noticeably that I could clearly sense his considerable tension.
I regarded him with an indifferent gaze.
I swung my sword lightly.
Swoosh—!
The sword aura pierced through the downpour and sliced the ground where Sip Murang had been sitting as cleanly as cutting tofu.
Yet he had already thrown his body away to evade it.
“Hehe, merely that much… Ugh?!”
Thud—!
But it was a miscalculation on his part.
No matter how agile his movements were, I had already captured him with my eyes and senses, so there was no escape from my perception.
The man who took the blow to his abdomen in mid-air let out a sharp cry of pain.
I did not hesitate and swung the sword pommel.
Crack—!
The merciless pommel strike lashed across his face with brutal force, and the impact sent him flying to crash into the ground.
Boom!
With a harsh sound, he tumbled across the mud.
Covered entirely in mud in an instant, he scrambled to his feet and looked around desperately for me, but I was already standing behind him.
I lightly extended my foot and pressed down on the back of his head.
Thud—!
“Gasp?!”
As his face slammed into the ground, a scream tore from his throat.
Trembling—
His body shook violently from the intense pain, and he seemed to be struggling desperately to escape this situation, but it was an impossible feat.
I rotated the sword pommel in my hand and struck his face again as he tried to lift his head.
Crack—!
With a sound like a watermelon splitting, his body’s form collapsed, and simultaneously, the few remaining yellowed teeth in his mouth were knocked out, scattering across the ground mixed with blood.
“Cough—!”
“I never thought I’d see you again. But where are the rest of them? The Twin Demons who traveled with you are nowhere to be found, and neither is the Blood Demon.”
“Ugh?!”
At the sudden words, Sip Murang’s head snapped upward.
Eyes streaked with crimson veins came into view.
Fury blazed in his gaze, but I had no interest in such things.
Whoosh—!
I swung the sword hilt once more, striking the back of his head.
His face slammed into the ground again, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
His face was already a mangled ruin.
What had been an ugly visage to begin with was now so thoroughly destroyed that it seemed even worse than before, and with each strike, another tooth flew away until none remained visible.
As all his remaining teeth fell out, he could no longer form intelligible words.
I furrowed my brow slightly as I looked down at him.
“This bastard—!”
Whoosh—!
Paeng Dohan’s blade, which had rushed forward without warning, pierced through Sip Murang’s mouth and drove clean through.
“Gack, gack…!”
His body convulsed violently, his eyes gradually dimming, and soon all light faded from them as they began to glaze over.
Paeng Dohan did not look away as his breath ceased. It was as though he bore witness to the end for all those who had suffered at his hands.
I observed the scene and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m relieved you’re alive.”
“…Young Master Jin, how did you come to be here?”
“I stopped by the village on my travels, and a man named Changmuhan desperately fled and informed me of what happened.”
“That man…?”
I shook my head at Paeng Dohan’s question.
Had there been even a moment more of breath left in him, I would have attempted to save him by any means, but from what Chaeseoha observed, his life had already ended.
Even if the Chae Family’s healing pills had been available, it would have made no difference.
“Ugh… Thank, thank you. If not for you, Young Master, I would have….”
“Please, say no more. More importantly, is Miss Eon all right?”
“Ah— Garyeo!”
Only then did Paeng Dohan remember Eon Garyeo and hurried forward. Simply looking at her collapsed form on the ground told me how grave the situation was.
I moved quietly toward the cave, and Paeng Dohan hastily followed behind.
Fortunately, the interior of the cave was not too damp.
Though somewhat wet, I quickly gathered twigs and leaves and lit a fire, which helped dispel some of the bitter cold.
“Garyeo! Garyeo! Open your eyes!”
“Cough—!”
Blood suddenly sprayed from Eon Garyeo’s mouth.
Dark blood rose with a foul stench.
I slowly examined her body and found the wound from the blade.
“She’s been poisoned.”
“I feared as much….”
“It’s the work of someone who travels with Sip Murang. Did you encounter the Blood Demon?”
“…I’m not entirely certain if it was the Blood Demon, but he was extraordinarily powerful.”
Paeng Dohan broke into a cold sweat as he recalled those moments.
He couldn’t speak properly about it, but I could sense what he meant.
He must have felt a considerable gap in their levels.
Even within Doyuanhyang, figures like Sip Murang, the Blood Demon, and the Twin Demons were among the top ten strongest, worthy of such distinction.
They possessed skills that could be called legendary in the martial world, along with experience to match.
If they had absorbed foot soldiers from Doyuanhyang to place under their command, then no matter how formidable Changryong Dan was, they would have found it impossible to prevail.
“This matter should have been handled by the Blue Heaven Sect, not Changryong Dan! Damn it!”
“Why did Changryong Dan come then?”
“Hyeok said…he could handle it….”
“You didn’t even investigate the information?”
“There wasn’t time to do so before we moved.”
It’s that Moryeong Hyeok again.
But thinking about it, his choice was likely unavoidable.
The incident at the Joint Sect had tarnished the honor of the Moyong Family, and people’s perception of them had inevitably shifted.
Moreover, with Hye-myeong’s emergence, the family’s influence had diminished considerably, so they needed some decisive achievement to restore their damaged reputation.
This situation was the result of that desperation.
He probably gritted his teeth and tried to resolve it.
Without even understanding the true nature of the problem.
I shook my head and sighed.
“I suspect the Alliance Master would not have permitted this….”
“The Alliance Master wouldn’t know the details. Hyeok took action the moment the information arrived.”
A sigh escaped from Paeng Dohan’s lips.
He must regret not stopping him.
But even if he had tried to stop him, that man would have gone alone anyway, so ultimately the entire Changryong Dan had to mobilize.
I let out an involuntary laugh at the absurdity, then glanced outside the cave, and suddenly I sensed the presence of several people.
“Young Master—! Where are you?”
“Here.”
Breaking through the downpour came none other than Jang Chuchyeong, Namgung Yeon, and Cheon Yul. But it wasn’t just them—I could also see Chaeseoha among them.
Since I couldn’t tell who had suffered what injuries, bringing her along seemed like it would be a great help.
I looked at Chaeseoha.
“I’d appreciate it if you could examine this person.”
“At least you could have said something like ‘sorry for dragging you out in this rain, but there’s someone seriously injured here, could you take a look?’ That would have been better.”
Chaeseoha entered the cave, wrung out her soaked clothes like laundry, and grumbled.
She then sighed and approached Eon Garyeo, examined her condition, and looked back at me.
“All men need to leave.”
“Why?”
“I need to remove her clothes. Do you still want to stay?”
At those words, I shrugged my shoulders and turned to leave. Just then, as if she had been waiting, Chaeseoha moved and pulled over the surrounding vegetation to block the entrance.
His gesture forbidding anyone to enter left me no choice but to step back from the entrance.
Before long, the men had huddled together beside me.
All while being drenched by the pouring rain.
It was then that I heard Paeng Dohan’s voice.
“Thank you, Young Master! I shall never forget this debt of gratitude for as long as I live.”
“There is no need to remember it. I merely did what needed to be done.”
“Ha! It is remarkable that someone of the Jin Family would consider such a thing necessary!”
Paeng Dohan’s expression had brightened considerably from moments before.
Having escaped a situation where he could not afford to lower his guard, and with Chaeseoha—whom I took to be a physician—watching over Eon Garyeo, his heart seemed to find some relief.
Moreover, he had avenged his friend.
He could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
Then, as Paeng Dohan smiled, his gaze drifted to one side. A figure standing in the downpour, grinning contentedly, seemed to trouble him greatly.
“But… is that not Soocheonchu?”
“Oh, hello! We’ve met before, haven’t we? In Jeongju.”
….
Even with a member of the Peng Family of Hebei standing before him, Cheon Yul paid no mind. Instead, he smiled brightly and waved his hand, making it difficult to believe they were supposed to be adversaries.
Paeng Dohan furrowed his brow.
His hand drifted to his saber as if he might draw it at any moment, but soon he exhaled a long sigh and turned his head away dismissively.
His gaze upon me was intensely serious.
It was clear enough that he wished to ask me for something.
“I have a request, Young Master! Please save our members.”
Paeng Dohan lowered his head and spoke with gravity.
The pride of the Changryong Dan.
The honor of the Peng Family of Hebei.
He was casting all of it aside to seek help. Though he claimed to have already sent word to the Martial Arts Alliance, considering the time it would take for them to arrive here, I could not fathom how many more would perish.
This was why Paeng Dohan was so desperate.
“There is no need to bow. I came here for precisely this reason.”
“Truly?!”
When he asked again, I nodded once more to reassure him, and only then did Paeng Dohan’s face brighten fully.
It was as though he had finally set down a heavy burden.
I smiled back at him as well.
“Then, let me think for a moment.”
Helping them was not difficult.
After all, I bore some responsibility for releasing those men from Doyuanhyang in the first place, so I could proceed with the resolve to resolve what I had begun, as Chaeseoha had suggested.
But the situation was far from simple.
The torrential downpour showed no signs of abating, and the wind that blew with enough force to uproot trees remained relentless.
In conditions where even traces of human presence would be erased in an instant, finding the scattered members of the Changryong Dan did not seem easy.
I paused to think, then turned my head.
“Soocheonchu, please protect So-ha here.”
“Ah—really? Can’t I come along?”
“Is there anyone here as capable of protecting So-ha as Soocheonchu?”
“…There isn’t! Only I can!”
At those words, Cheon Yul burst into laughter.
Paeng Dohan, who couldn’t match Sip Murang, was out of the question, and I couldn’t rely on Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon’s abilities alone.
Since I couldn’t afford to leave either, I had no choice but to depend on the most reliable Cheon Yul.
Though he appeared eager to throw himself into battle, there was no dissatisfaction in his expression—perhaps satisfied with the fact that he would be protecting two women.
This side was settled then.
To protect Eon Garyeo and Chaeseoha, Cheon Yul would draw out everything he possessed.
Next, I turned my head to regard Namgung Yeon and Jang Chuchyeong.
“You two take the vanguard.”
“Yes.”
“Eh?! You want us to find someone in this rain?”
“Yes. As your master’s disciple, it shouldn’t be difficult, would it?”
At my words, Jang Chuchyeong furrowed his brow.
Then he flared his nostrils like a dog catching a scent.
Sniff sniff—
At that action, both Paeng Dohan and Cheon Yul stared in bewilderment.
“The rain is making the scent very faint. Besides, this is my first time doing this, so I’m not sure if I can do it properly.”
“I believe it’s not something to worry about. Why would your master have let you go otherwise? He kept you because he deemed you useful.”
Bolstered by my words, Jang Chuchyeong nodded.
While it might sound like mere encouragement, his master is none other than the unfathomable Gu Gunbaek.
Moreover, his pride in Namman martial arts overflows abundantly.
In truth, I was certain that had Jang Chuchyeong’s level been deemed insufficient, Gu Gunbaek would never have sent him beyond Namman’s borders.
Thus, Namgung Yeon and Jang Chuchyeong.
Paeng Dohan and myself.
Though our numbers were absurdly small to face an unknown multitude, the blazing eyes and expressions of these three burned with the intensity of a hundred against one.
I regarded them with satisfaction.
A small punitive force had been formed to resolve what was begun.

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