The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 220

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 220

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The moment I sliced through the arrows in mid-air, I felt Cheon Yul’s storm-like momentum rushing toward me. As it consumed all the remaining arrows and surged toward where Geuk Tae-cheon stood, I sensed the shift.
Boom—!
With a deafening explosion, they cried out in alarm and were driven backward.
Their formation crumbled in an instant.
Those who had been about to fire again tumbled and rolled, and in that moment, Namgung Baek moved, and the procession began to swiftly escape the area.
But we hadn’t bought enough time yet.
Everyone needed to get out safely.
I drew my sword and swung it.
Slash—!
With a brilliant flash, the torrent of sword energy mercilessly cut down those blocking my path, and without even time to see the blood spray, I launched my body forward, sweeping across all directions.
Whoosh whoosh—! Slash!
I moved like lightning striking stone.
Though their numbers were overwhelming, that actually worked against them in this situation.
Especially here in the mountains, not an open field.
With limited ground to stand on, destroying those key positions made everything far easier.
Boom—!
“Ahhhhh—?!”
The moment I shattered the ground where they stood on the slope, countless enemies tumbled helplessly and slid downward.
Simultaneously, as I thrust my sword in all directions, it became nothing short of a one-sided slaughter.
Then.
A strange sensation made me hurl my body backward.
Crash—!
At the same moment, Geuk Tae-cheon’s axe shattered the ground before me.
As that overwhelming force carved through the earth and surged toward me like a wave, I was about to adjust my grip and meet it head-on when—
“You bastard—!”
I heard Chu Hyeongi’s voice.
Then a fist came swinging.
Boom—!
Compressed air collided with Geuk Tae-cheon’s force and exploded.
Wind fierce enough to make our robes billow violently swept across us.
But a sharper sensation pricked my nerves.
Narrowing my eyes and glancing to the side, a sword thrust toward me.
A technique so perfect that even the sound of the swing was inaudible.
It felt like the blade of an assassin.
I tilted my head slightly.
Screech—!
I met the opponent’s gaze while confirming the sword that had cut through my sleeve. Their pupils trembled violently, as if they hadn’t anticipated being able to wound me.
Clang—!
Upon confirming this, I parried the blade, and my opponent stumbled backward, struggling to regain balance.
I can feel it.
The gaze directed at me has become distinctly sharp.
I can feel it.
The hostility aimed at me.
“Hyang Do-un?”
“Haha, so you do know my name.”
“I had my suspicions, but it’s really you.”
I shook my head and let out a sigh.
Then I lightly evaded the incoming blade of the Masked Martial Artist.
Whoosh—!
Chu Hyeongi’s fist drove forward toward him.
It wasn’t just one or two.
Those who had regained their senses rushed at us, swallowing their rage.
The killing intent gleaming in their fierce eyes was clearly directed not just at me alone, but at both Chu Hyeongi and me.
“You bastard! How dare you disrespect the Masked Martial Artists!”
“Why are you taking it out on me! Go complain to your master!”
Pow! Pow pow pow!
Chu Hyeongi unleashed merciless fists against those rushing toward him. Since Gu Gunbaek had ordered this, Chu Hyeongi couldn’t refuse—from his perspective, this was utterly unfair.
Still, the fact remained that he had provoked the Masked Martial Artists.
Chu Hyeongi seemed to be accepting the consequences in his own way.
But what about my situation?
Rustle—!
As I glanced toward Hyang Do-un, I saw about a dozen figures surrounding him.
Were they bandits hired with money?
Or survivors from the Hyang-un Sega?
Regardless, their determination to protect Hyang Do-un was evident, and the hostility directed at me was quite palpable.
It doesn’t matter.
If there’s a way to overcome this situation all at once, there’s nothing better than that.
“Huff, huff… Damn it! Why do these bastards keep pouring in endlessly!”
Then.
Chu Hyeongi, who had somehow attached himself to my back, breathed heavily. He was so exhausted that sweat didn’t merely bead on his skin—it streamed down like water.
As I felt this, I wore a bitter smile.
That’s when something strange occurred.
The Masked Martial Artists who had been surrounding us suddenly vanished from sight.
Moreover, Hyang Do-un and his subordinates, who had been targeting me, remained at a distance, merely keeping watch without approaching easily.
Were they simply afraid of us?
Yet no matter how I looked at it, that wasn’t the expression in his eyes.
The moment I sensed something was amiss.
Zing—
A strange image flashed through my mind.
Without thinking, I grabbed Chu Hyeongi by the nape of his neck and hurled us both away.
At the same instant, something came flying.
A massive spherical object.
Something that should never exist in the martial world.

A Heaven-Shaking Thunder Bomb.

The ignited sphere came hurtling through the air, already ablaze.
KABOOOOOM—!

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Hyang Do-un retreated far back to escape the fierce inferno and howling winds, a smile playing at his lips.
Jin Cheon-u of the Jin Family of Luoyang.
He had heard the rumors about him well enough.
Huashan, Songshan, even Cheon Yul and Moryeong Hyeok—by any measure of skill, the man was certainly his equal or perhaps even superior.
Had they fought properly, revenge would have been a mere fantasy; he might have died so miserably that his breath would have ceased.
But this was no honorable duel between martial artists.
This was revenge.
Blood-soaked vengeance against the one who had destroyed the Sega.
Honor meant nothing in the pursuit of revenge.
All that mattered was succeeding in killing the opponent.
Whoooosh—!
Hyang Do-un gazed at the slowly settling dust and laughed.
It was worth every coin he had poured into obtaining this.
No one could survive that explosion.
By now, that wretch would be lying somewhere, torn to shreds.
Once I recover the corpse and send it to the Jin Family, my revenge will be complete.
By the time that rotting body reaches the Jin Family, I will have already fled the Central Plains, making it impossible for them to find me even if they tried.
With such a smile on his face, he turned his head.
Geuk Tae-cheon’s expression caught his eye—the man looked pale with shock at the Heaven-Shaking Thunder Bomb’s power, far greater than imagined.
“Let us go and confirm it.”
“Ah… yes, of course.”
Geuk Tae-cheon nodded, cold sweat dripping down his face.
Despite holding the advantage, the strange lowering of his head was no illusion.
If caught in that Heaven-Shaking Thunder Bomb’s blast, not only he but even the masked martial artists would not escape unscathed.
No matter how skilled a Powerful Expert might be, before this Jin Cheon-u, they are nothing but a handful of blood.
Hyang Do-un began surveying his surroundings with such thoughts. He wondered if the man’s torn torso, limbs, or even his head might be rolling about somewhere.
Yet no matter how thoroughly he searched, he found nothing.
Considering the destructive power of Jin Cheon-u’s technique, the man should have been shattered to pieces, yet all that remained visible were splintered wood and rocks, smoldering vegetation, and traces of blood.
“This… what in the world…?”
Hyang Do-un trembled, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.
The presence of blood meant he hadn’t escaped the technique’s range, yet no matter where he looked, there was not even a trace of the man’s body.
“Cough! Search for him! He must be gravely wounded and couldn’t have gone far!”
“What are you all doing! Scatter and search!”

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“Cough! Young Master!”
Chu Hyeongi shouted as he carried Jin Cheon-u on his back and ran.
The strange sphere had burst, and an overwhelming force surged forth—a sensation as if it would shatter his entire body to pieces, intense enough to feel death itself.
It was Jin Cheon-u who had shielded him from it.
He had embraced and wrapped himself around me, enduring the force with his own body.
Though he had lost consciousness from the impact, Chu Hyeongi was certain that had he not immediately hoisted him and fled, they would have become prey for those creatures.
Chu Hyeongi considered his options.
Should he pursue Sang-haeng?
Chaeseoha was there, making it the most certain course of action.
But he immediately shook his head.
If he joined them, he would become a target for the Masked Martial Artist and Hyang-un Sega. Moreover, he would need to stop to treat Jin Cheon-u’s injuries, which could make others sacrificial pawns in this situation.
He couldn’t be certain that what had done this to Jin Cheon-u was only one of its kind.
What if it turned toward Sang-haeng?
Something terrible would unfold.
“…Please hold on just a bit longer! I’ll find us a place to rest!”
Chu Hyeongi ran like a madman.
With bestial agility, leaping over boulders and weaving between trees, his movements were nothing short of those of a fierce predator.
Even the most skilled Masked Martial Artist at navigating mountains seemed to struggle to keep pace with Chu Hyeongi like this.
“What do I do, what do I do…!”
Chu Hyeongi muttered continuously while glancing about. Having never faced such a situation before, he knew he needed to do something, yet nothing came to mind.
Then suddenly, he recalled an object in his possession.
He had learned to use it through secret techniques, but had never once used it in actual combat.
But now was not the time to be cautious.
He thought for a moment.
Night had deepened, and he didn’t know the surrounding terrain.
Without looking down from the sky, it would be difficult to assess the situation, so what would be most helpful in this circumstance was undoubtedly a bird.
One with excellent night vision at that.
Chu Hyeongi brought the flute to his lips and blew it with force.
Whoo— ooo, whoo— ooo!
The sound of an owl’s cry echoed across the landscape.
Was it because the sound had spread so widely?
Whoo-oop—
The cry of a Great Owl resting somewhere reached my ears.
As if responding to the call, I looked up at the sky and saw a Great Owl circling silently through the air, its gaze fixed upon me.
It felt as though it were asking: Did you call for me?
Whoo-ooo—! Ooo-oop—
I blew the pipe once more.
The Great Owl descended, approaching cautiously, but after observing me for a long while, it suddenly soared high into the sky.
“Damn it!”
I furrowed my brow and cursed myself.
Having grown accustomed to life without a master, I had neglected this skill at some point.
Since I had never succeeded in communing with animals in the first place, I could not employ this technique in such an urgent situation.
While such thoughts occupied my mind.
Fortunately, something caught my eye.
There was a space between two large boulders.
Dense undergrowth surrounded the area, making it seem like the perfect place to hide immediately.
I moved quickly.
I squeezed between the rocks and pulled the surrounding vegetation to conceal the entrance.
Then, I carefully lowered Cheon-u to the ground and examined his condition.
“Um, um, so what should I do first? So, um. Aaaagh— damn it!”
Scratching my head vigorously and tousling my hair, I suddenly widened my eyes and tore at my clothing.
Then I carefully ventured outside to search for water.
But not knowing where the water sources were in these unfamiliar mountains, I could only waste time searching here and there.
Whoo— ooo— whoo— ooo!
Then.
Suddenly, the cry of a Great Owl echoed through the air.
Moving toward the sound, I searched for the creature and spotted it perched on a tree branch.
And with it came the revelation of a valley stream.
I hurried to soak my clothing in the stream and filled the empty water container to the brim.
“Thank you!”
After bowing to the Great Owl, I dashed back toward where Cheon-u lay, while the owl’s head on the branch turned ceaselessly, watching me intently.
Unaware of that gaze, I quickly squeezed back between the rocks and carefully wiped the back of the prone Cheon-u with my wet clothing.
Despite the severe burns and the fabric clinging to the wound, Cheon-u remained completely motionless.
At the sight of this, tears streamed down my face.
“Ugh… Young Master….”
This was my fault.
With his skill, he would have been able to evade easily.
But the reason he could not was surely because I could not escape, so he shielded me instead.
If I hadn’t wrapped it, it would have shattered into pieces.
Drip, drip—
Chu Hyeongi continued pouring water without stopping, even as tears streamed down his face.
He kept dumping water from the bucket to let the cold seep in, desperately trying to cool down the intense heat.
And then.
A small voice reached his ears.
“Stop… crying. My ears are killing me.”
“…Young Master?! Are you alright?”
“I’m alive. Though I can’t move my body properly right now.”
“You mustn’t move! It’s incredibly serious.”
At those words, Jin Cheon-u’s hazy eyes turned toward Chu Hyeongi, as if checking whether he was unharmed or if there were any injuries.
“I’m… glad you’re alive.”
“It should be you, Young Master! What was I thinking, wrapping you up like this? If you had died… ugh, what was I even doing?”
As Chu Hyeongi spoke, tears and snot streamed down his face.
Unable to easily suppress the overwhelming emotions, the endless tears had already soaked his body thoroughly.
Was it because of that sight?
A faint smile bloomed at the corners of Jin Cheon-u’s lips as he quietly watched him.
“Once… is enough.”
Suddenly uttering those cryptic words, he slowly closed his eyes, ignoring the terrible pain he felt, and drifted into slumber.
“Young Master?!”
Still, I managed to save him this time, he thought.

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