The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 214

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 214

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Dozens of figures had gathered in one place.
Each bearing a different appearance.
From the sinister aura radiating from them alone, they hardly seemed like quality individuals.
Upon closer inspection, as expected, every single person present was either publicly declared as a criminal by the Martial Arts Alliance or hunted by the government as a vicious offender.
Those who had escaped from Peach Blossom Spring.
Such people had banded together to form an organization.
Knowing that death awaited them wherever they went, they believed that clustering together like this was the answer to finding a way to survive even one more day.
A flower blooming in hell.
The Demon Flower Sect.
Among the many gathered there, certain individuals stood out distinctly—these were the ones who formed the core leadership of the Demon Flower Sect.
“Where did Sip Murang go?”
“Obviously went to collect fingers. He was making such a fuss about some woman’s hands being so beautiful.”
“Puhaha! The fingers of the Changryong Dan? I want them too. Ah, I’d prefer Moryeong Hyeok’s. I want to see the Sword Emperor throw a fit.”
Laughter rippled through the gathering at the words drifting from various corners.
It was the Changryong Dan, not the Blue Heaven Sect, who had come to capture them.
Though this situation arose from the Martial Arts Alliance’s lack of proper intelligence about the Demon Flower Sect, it would deal a tremendous blow to the Alliance, and the name Demon Flower Sect would spread rapidly throughout the Central Plains.
Because the Changryong Dan, who would lead righteous martial arts, would be buried here.
By the hands of the Demon Flower Sect.
“What are those fools doing?”
“Hoho- They’re wandering about in the mountains. With such treacherous terrain and torrential rain pouring down, they can’t even think straight.”
“Hehehehe- I got a taste of them before coming here, but they’re not impressive at all. Ah, is it because they’re not from the Eight Great Families? Their bodies are softer than tofu, just like tofu.”
The man smiled with unmistakable satisfaction at the words echoing from various directions. With their complete victory within sight, everyone’s spirits were inevitably soaring.
“The Alliance will move soon, so let’s finish up and get moving. Once we enter Shanxi, we’ll be heroes.”
“Haha! That’s a brilliant idea!”
Those gathered erupted in raucous laughter.
They would slaughter every member of the Changryong Dan trapped here.
If that happened, the Martial Arts Alliance would never remain idle.
They would certainly dispatch the Blue Heaven Sect, one of their greatest forces, and in that time, they could slip away into Shanxi.
Sa Do-cheon’s domain was a place righteous martial artists could not enter.
Even if they witnessed the mangled corpse of their son, they would not be able to unleash their fury easily, only accumulating bitter resentment.
The thought of it already brought him joy.
“Then let us begin.”
“Ahahaha-!”

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The torrential downpour had begun to ease.
Yet as if to insist the tempest was far from over, the wind continued to howl with undiminished fury, and the sky remained choked with dense, dark clouds.
But the clearing brought its own advantage—visibility had improved.
Compared to the moments when the relentless rain had rendered the path ahead nearly invisible, this was a considerable improvement.
Chu Hyeongi, leading the vanguard, moved with quickening pace.
He sniffed the air like a hunting dog, tilted his head in puzzlement, then surged forward with renewed confidence, repeating this pattern in rapid succession.
Namgung Yeon, observing this display, muttered under his breath.
“Like a mongrel hound.”
“Ha—”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and Chu Hyeongi, who had been leading ahead, immediately furrowed his brow and shot a menacing glare at Namgung Yeon.
His eyes conveyed a sharp rebuke—don’t break my concentration—and Namgung Yeon finally fell silent.
Was it because of this momentary lapse in focus?
Paeng Dohan spoke with a note of concern.
“Are you truly certain about this? That man ahead appears to be the servant from back then.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. In this moment, he is the most trustworthy among us.”
“If you say so, Young Master, then it must be so…”
Yet his tone betrayed little genuine confidence in my words.
A servant trained in martial arts by some rural village instructor.
No matter how formidable the remnants of the Black Ox Society might be, to Paeng Dohan—a member of the Changryong Dan and one of the Eight Great Families—he would hardly seem impressive.
But soon, his assumptions would be thoroughly shattered.
In truth, no one present here was weaker than Paeng Dohan.
Then.
“Haha! Prey!”
With a sudden disturbance, four shadow figures emerged from the trees above. Their eyes blazed with killing intent as they descended toward Chu Hyeongi and Namgung Yeon, and Paeng Dohan gasped, drawing his blade in alarm.
But before his sword could even swing.
Thud-thud-thud—!
A flash of lightning-quick steel and the brutal force of an unadorned fist descended.
Those reduced to bloody pulp collapsed pathetically, while those with severed necks and heads sprawled across the ground, gushing crimson.
“Wha—?!”
Paeng Dohan couldn’t suppress his shock at the sight.
It had been a sudden ambush with barely a moment to prepare, the distance closed in an instant.
Yet not a single scratch had been sustained, and the enemies were utterly suppressed.
Paeng Dohan, counted among the top three strongest within the Changryong Dan, would have doubted his own ability to execute such a flawless response.
“Why do you seem so startled?”
“Ah… no, it’s nothing at all.”
Gulp—
Pride prevented him from revealing it, but the shock was unmistakable.
I can’t show it because of my pride, but I’m clearly shocked.
I smiled faintly and gazed ahead.
“To the right.”
The moment the words left my lips.
The undergrowth parted as a figure emerged.
Swift as lightning, yet it was Chu Hyeongi who reacted faster than anyone else.
He batted away the incoming blade with his left fist, then whipped his right fist forward to strike the man’s face.
Splurch!
With the violent sound of a watermelon shattering, the man’s face caved in completely as he flew backward.
Witnessing that overwhelming display, Paeng Dohan’s eyes widened in shock once more.
But there was no time to remain astonished.
The clash of blades echoed from somewhere nearby.
Startled, Paeng Dohan turned his head toward the sound, gritted his teeth, and began sprinting in that direction.
If the sound of clashing blades was coming from this location, it could only mean the Changryong Dan had engaged those men in combat.
I launched myself toward the sound as well.
The noise grew steadily closer.
Fierce exchanges of strikes accompanied by piercing screams.
As the sounds became clearer in my ears, the scene invisible before gradually came into view.
Clang clang clang clang!
“Hyeok!”
In that instant, Paeng Dohan’s cry rang out, and I saw Moryeong Hyeok—fighting alongside five Changryongdan members against more than a dozen men.
Though some of their opponents were of lower caliber, the reason they struggled was because of those two.
“Hehehehe, Moyong indeed! How delightful!”
“Brother! I shall claim this one for myself!”
Two middle-aged men wore sinister grins.
The Flesh Demon Duo.
They who had made a path of consuming human flesh.
As proof, I could see bite marks on the bodies of several fallen Changryongdan members who lay groaning in agony.
Fortunately, they seemed to have retained their lives.
I narrowed my brow and drew my sword.
“Jin Cheon-u?!”
Had he seen me appear?
Moryeong Hyeok cried out in shock.
As if he had never expected me to show up in such a place.
I offered him a scornful smile in response.
In that moment, Chu Hyeongi, who had arrived first, unleashed his fist.
Boom!
A single punch swept through the surrounding area in an instant.
Those clustered together hastily evaded, but as the space cleared, they all stared at Chu Hyeongi with vacant eyes, their spirits shaken by the destructive force.
But that was their fatal mistake.
Following after, Namgung Yeon’s blade flared with fire as he soared through the air like a swallow.
Shwing—!
The sword light of the Thirteen Thunder Strikes extended outward in a beautiful arc, slicing through the throats of those caught off guard in an instant.
“Gahhh!”
A perfectly coordinated assault.
Taking in the sight, I turned my gaze.
The moment I caught sight of the Flesh Demon Duo’s shocked expressions.
I swung my blade.
Clang—!
“Kuh?!”
With a sharp, ear-splitting clash of steel, one of the Flesh Demon Duo gritted his teeth and was driven back. Yet he maintained his balance as if unwilling to expose an opening, and in that gap, his younger brother pressed forward.
“You bastard—!”
Whoosh—!
A chain scythe.
It swung with precision, aiming directly for my back.
I kicked off the ground and twisted my body as I launched into the air.
Then I unleashed a single strand of soft moonlight.
Shwing—!
“Gahhh!”
As the extended moonlight carved through his chest with elegance, the younger brother gritted his teeth and rushed forward like a madman.
“Brother—!”
He caught his older brother as he began to collapse, spewing blood, then fixed me with a terrifying gaze.
“You bastard! How dare you strike our brother!”
“He looks like he’s about to die anyway—why not tear into him while he’s still alive? Doesn’t it taste better that way?”
“Insane talk!”
I let out a mocking laugh as I taunted the younger brother.
The one who had lost his reason was about to charge at me, but his older brother, who seemed to be on the verge of death, grabbed his shoulder.
“Hah… We go together. This is no ordinary opponent.”
“Are you alright?”
“Haa… I won’t die to such a shallow trick.”
The older brother said this while looking back at me.
At the same moment, something fell from his chest with a soft thud—it was someone’s arm.
Whether he had been carrying it as a snack or to protect his body, I couldn’t say, but thanks to it, my blade appeared to have entered only shallowly.
I couldn’t tell whose arm it was, but considering that those fighting alongside these creatures were the Changryongdan, it was certainly one of theirs.
Because of it, attention was drawn.
“That son of a bitch…!”
In that instant, Paeng Dohan, upon seeing the arm, gritted his teeth and turned his head.
He immediately found the fallen member missing an arm.
It was Hwangbo Yun.
Trembling—
Paeng Dohan, consumed by rage, gripped his blade with bloodshot eyes.
He looked ready to charge forward at any moment and tear those creatures limb from limb.
Did he see that?
Watching his expression twisted with rage, the creature laughed as if amused, then picked up the severed arm and began devouring it.
“Ahahaha—! So this is the taste of the Eight Great Families’ flesh and blood! Delicious—! Absolutely delicious!”
“You… I’ll chew you to pieces, you bastard!”
“Why don’t you try?”
The creature gnawing on the arm hurled it toward Paeng Dohan as he approached. Though thrown casually, the force behind it was formidable.
In the moment I gasped at the projectile streaking toward us like an arrow—
I threw my body forward and extended my blade.
Slash—!
I struck it down before the sword edge could even touch Paeng Dohan’s body.
Receiving it smoothly and redirecting the force, I sent it hurtling back toward the Twin Demons.
Hwangbo Yun’s severed arm shot back with even greater speed. Unable to block something moving faster than an arrow, the creature reached out in panic, but it was futile.
Splat—!
“Ugh?!”
Hwangbo Yun’s torn arm struck the creature’s face and fell away.
Watching blood stream from its nose as it staggered backward, I could tell it had taken considerable damage.
I sneered at the creature.
“Leave those two to me. Please handle the others.”
“Ah, understood.”
“And Moryeong—don’t just stand there watching. Do something.”
“Ugh?!”
Moryeong Hyeok, who had been blankly observing the situation, let out a groan as my words suddenly reached him.
Only then did he notice Namgung Yeon and Chu Hyeongi fighting fiercely. They were moving while protecting a fallen Changryongdan member, which looked quite exhausting.
He turned his gaze back to me.
As I met his piercing stare directly, for some reason Moryeong Hyeok stroked his chin, then promptly turned away.
As if the sight of me disgusted him.
I watched him and shrugged.
In the meantime, the Twin Demons seemed to regain their senses and looked at me.
One was the elder, one was the younger.
I had certainly heard their nicknames before, but not their actual names.
Which meant they weren’t worth remembering.
I lifted my blade slightly and assessed both creatures.
Seeing how they both raised their auras powerfully, they seemed to realize that my strength was no ordinary matter.
“Hehehehe, things won’t go like before from now on.”
“Brother, if we drink this one’s blood, won’t we become even stronger?”
“Of course, younger brother. Why stop at blood? His flesh looks tender and quite appetizing.”
Words spilled from their mouths without restraint.
Their eyes and expressions revealed composure, as if they believed they could never lose.
As if, even should their individual strength prove lacking, joining forces made defeat unimaginable—such confidence they displayed.
It was just like the past.
Yet unlike those days when I struggled through each battle with difficulty,
the person standing before me now was someone entirely different.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time. Come on. We have a long way to go.”

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