The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 225

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 225

“…Is this really Jang Howei?”
At Chaeseoha’s question, I offered a bitter smile.
It was like a scene from the past, when I faced the Sect Members.
The beast’s instinct had been unleashed—a primal drive that saw enemies as nothing but obstacles to be destroyed.
The appearance of someone drenched in blood was truly unsettling.
Even to me, watching him.
If one were to see that cold smile directed at enemies beneath the pale moonlight, I would question whether this was truly the Jang Chuchyeong I knew.
Was that why she was frightened?
Chaeseoha was trembling.
I carefully raised my hand and placed it on her back, gently channeling my energy to calm her mind.
Just watching Chaeseoha’s expression, which glanced at me hesitantly, gradually settle showed that she was finding some peace.
I smiled faintly and took a step forward.
Did the beast’s senses react to that sound?
With a sharp turn, the beast’s cold gaze and aura poured toward me, and he forcefully gripped Chaeseoha’s ankle as she tried to step forward.
But soon the aura subsided.
The creature’s eyes widened as he recognized me.
“Young Master?!”
“Yes, it’s me. You’ve caused quite the commotion in my absence.”
“Young Master-!”
Jang Chuchyeong cried out loudly and rushed toward me like a young puppy that had been desperately waiting for its master all this time.
Was it an illusion that his tail seemed to be wagging, though invisible?
His previous demeanor had vanished entirely, making me wonder if this was truly the same person.
That’s why Chaeseoha looked even more bewildered.
“Ehehehe-! Do you know how worried I was? Are you alright? You must be in so much pain?”
“…Wait! Don’t embrace the Young Master! He’s a patient!”
Chaeseoha suddenly stepped in between, trying to push him back forcefully with her body.
But her strength wasn’t enough to push him away, and he kept compressing the space between them.
I sighed and gently pushed him away.
Only then did Chaeseoha break free and catch her breath.
“Phew! I thought I was going to die! Jang Howei, please don’t come any closer.”
“Ah, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again….”
Jang Chuchyeong retreated with drooping shoulders like a dejected puppy, and Chaeseoha, who had been shouting so forcefully, finally let out a sigh of relief and placed her hand on her waist.
She seemed to be keeping watch with a sharp gaze, but then she noticed a damp sensation and looked down at her own clothes.
Blood had soaked through her garment abundantly.
“A-are you alright?”
“Me? I’m perfectly fine!”
“But you’re bleeding so much—how can you be fine?”
Chaeseoha gazed at the blood staining her own body and at Jang Chuchyeong’s appearance, her expression turning incredulous. Anyone in such a state would be forgiven for losing consciousness.
But this was hardly unexpected.
When his spirits were heightened, he simply couldn’t feel pain.
However, the moment his tension eased and his mind relaxed—
“Ahhhhh?! It hurts—!”
All the pain he hadn’t felt until now came crashing down at once. Jang Chuchyeong cried out from the sudden agony, clutching at various parts of his body, and even his eyes glistened with tears—he was clearly in excruciating pain.
Chaeseoha rushed over urgently.
Knowing there wasn’t much she could do in this place, she quickly staunched the bleeding, applied trauma medicine, and wrapped his wounds with bandages.
Fortunately, the treatment seemed to work, as the anguished expression on his face gradually began to ease.
“Hehe, our physician really is remarkable, isn’t she?”
“I would simply hope that neither the Young Master nor Jang Howei would put me in a situation where I need to be found again.”
“That’s impossible.”
At my firm refusal, Chaeseoha glanced at me and furrowed her brow.
Sigh.
But realizing there was nothing to be done about it, she soon exhaled and shook her head.
At that, I smiled slightly and smoothed over the situation.
“First, let’s find a place to rest.”
“Are we going back to the cave?”
“No, there’s somewhere better. These bastards’ lair.”
My condition wasn’t good, but Chu Hyeongi’s was worse.
His state was bad enough that he needed to lie down and receive treatment immediately, so Geuk Tae-cheon’s mountain stronghold would be far better than the cave floor.
There would surely be beds where we could rest our bodies, and there would be considerable supplies of medicinal herbs and food as well.
Because of this, we had to push ourselves to move despite our injuries.
I glanced at the members of the Hyang-un Sega who were watching us.
Flinch!
Bewildered by Hyang Do-un’s sudden death and unable to grasp what they should do, they seemed to have missed their chance to escape.
I observed them and spoke.
“I’ll spare your lives if you guide us.”
“Ugh?!”
“Or would you prefer to die here?”
At my warning-laden words, everyone fell silent.
They had witnessed Jang Chuchyeong’s prowess with their own eyes, and on top of that, I was here as well.
No matter how many of them there were, to attack after seeing this would be nothing short of reckless.
Fortunately, they were people capable of thought.
Those who carefully nodded began moving forward.
Just as I was about to take a step.
Jang Chuchyeong, who was beside me, hurriedly approached and crouched down, turning his back to me.
“Young Master! Please, let me carry you.”
“Are you saying that while looking like that?”
“Ah, I’m fine. It’s just a bit sore, nothing to worry about.”
“You don’t remember complaining about the pain?”
“Hehe, I’m fine, really. Just carry me, would you?”
The man grinned and laughed, tearing away his blood-soaked upper garment as he crouched down. In that instant, countless wounds became visible, yet he urged me forward as if they were nothing.
“…Does it not hurt?”
“Ah, I’m perfectly fine. The physician’s skill is remarkable—I’m completely healed, I tell you. Besides, if we go at the Young Master’s pace, it’ll take all day.”
His words were undeniable.
Unlike Chu Hyeongi, who was moving with relative ease, I could barely take a single step.
Though I didn’t know exactly where the mountain stronghold was located, considering the considerable distance, I couldn’t even imagine how long it would take.
In the end, I had to accept his proposal.
As I quietly climbed onto his back, a small groan escaped him.
But he immediately closed his mouth and wrapped his arms around Chaeseoha’s waist as she stood there bewildered.
“Eek?!”
“Let’s go! And I’m warning you all—don’t get any funny ideas.”
“…Yes.”
The members of Hyang-un Sega nodded heavily.
Then they moved forward ahead of us.
They deployed their lightness technique and surged forward in an instant, moving as if in an all-out sprint. It seemed they were considering abandoning us if the distance widened.
But Chu Hyeongi’s lightness technique surpassed their expectations.
Despite his injured body, he tore through the mountain like a beast, quickly closing the distance, his sharp gaze fixed upon them.
Flinch!
Those who had considered fleeing seemed to realize their plan was futile.
Then they set their direction and headed toward the mountain stronghold.
Moving continuously for more than two hours, those ahead grew exhausted and fell behind, while Chu Hyeongi pushed harder, asking for directions.
Another half hour passed after we arrived at Geuk Tae-cheon’s mountain stronghold.
By then, enough time had passed for the sun to rise, and the wide-open gates of the stronghold came into view.
We entered without hesitation, but no presence could be felt. I wondered if everyone here had scattered to search for us, or if something had happened to them.
Only then did I dismount from Chu Hyeongi’s back.
“Phew, that was rough.”
Finally free, Chu Hyeongi caught his breath.
Though he didn’t show it, it must have been quite difficult for him.
I found myself smiling and was about to say something when Chu Hyeongi’s body suddenly swayed and collapsed.
Thud!
“Jang Howei!”
Chaeseoha rushed over to check his condition.
She felt his pulse for a moment and opened his closed eyes to examine them, then let out a sigh of relief.
“He’s just unconscious. It seems he pushed himself quite hard. But what do we do? …There’s no one here to help move him….”
Chaeseoha was right.
The members of Hyang-un Sega who had fallen behind were nowhere to be seen, and no presence could be felt anywhere in the stronghold.
There was no one to ask for help, and I couldn’t just leave him lying on the ground.
I slowly approached the collapsed Chu Hyeongi and reached out to embrace him. My back throbbed and my bones seemed to cry out in pain, but did such things matter now?
“Let’s find a place to rest.”
“These two… how are they so alike? Were they a married couple in a past life?”
“They were probably master and servant in their past life too.”
“Ha…”
At my words, Chaeseoha shook her head and moved.
Without needing to examine each place one by one, I headed toward the largest and most ornately constructed structure. It was certainly Geuk Tae-cheon’s quarters.
As expected, just from seeing the considerably large bed and the room decorated with all manner of hunting trophies, it was unmistakably where Geuk Tae-cheon had stayed.
I laid Jang Chuchyeong on the bed.
“Isn’t this where the Young Master sleeps?”
“Whether I use it or this fellow uses it makes little difference. I’m fine for now, so just look after him for a moment.”
“Don’t push yourself too hard. In truth, anyone can see that the Young Master’s condition is worse than yours.”
At Chaeseoha’s words, I nodded and smiled.
Then I entrusted Jang Chuchyeong to her care and turned away.
Though there was no sign of any presence, that didn’t mean there was no threat.
“Don’t overexert yourself. The Young Master’s condition is the most critical right now.”
“Don’t worry.”
I nodded and stepped out of the tent.
I looked around the surroundings outside.
Compared to where Gu Gunbaek had been in the past, it certainly felt narrower, but I could see traces of their efforts to preserve the spirit of a bandit king in their own way.
As I carefully moved about without overexerting myself, examining each location, a strange sight caught my eye.
Members of the Hyang-un Sega were hurriedly entering a tent—I wasn’t sure when they had returned.
Was it Hyang Do-un’s tent?
Furrowing my brow, I moved quickly toward it, and these men, startled by my sudden appearance, gripped their swords.
“If you want to live, don’t draw.”
“Kuk?!”
Was my single statement effective?
The men flinched and stepped back.
Glancing at them, I could see a piece of paper in one man’s hand, and I casually approached and snatched it away.
Flinch—!
In that moment, I felt a faint killing intent, but they apparently lacked the courage to actually draw and swing their swords, instead just gritting their teeth and watching me.
What could this possibly be?
I held the paper in my hand and sat leisurely on the bed.
It wasn’t the sort of behavior one would expect from someone in poor condition with enemies before them trying to kill them, but rather this composure would become a threat to them.
I smiled as naturally as possible and examined the contents.
“A bank certificate…”
What these men had been trying to take was a certificate of deposit for the bank’s funds.
A fifty-tael gold note stamped with the seal of the Fengyun Bank.
Even if one went elsewhere and lived lavishly for a lifetime, it would still be left over—such a fortune it was.
The saying goes that even if a rich man is ruined, his wealth lasts three generations. This was exactly that.
“Is this what you came for?”
“…That is.”
“The last remaining asset of the Hyang-un Sega….”
“Ugh?!”
“….”
The men’s eyes wavered greatly.
Even if it were taken, there was nothing they could say.
Moreover, if they lost that money, the Hyang-un Sega would truly be finished. Confirming that such desperation was evident in their eyes, I smiled and sent the deed flying.
The deed fluttered like a butterfly through the air before gently landing in one man’s hands.
“…!”
“Take it. And I’d prefer never to see your faces again. Or hear that name.”
“…Truly, you’re just letting us go? Even though we sought to kill you?”
“The Hyang-un Sega is ruined, and Hyang Do-un who targeted me is dead. There seems no need for further bloodshed. What do you think?”
I casually touched the sword hilt at my side.
A powerful warning that I could draw at any moment.
Sensing such resolve, the man holding the deed stared at me silently for a long while before breaking the silence and bowing his head.
“We are grateful for your mercy, Young Master. And… we shall never forget your kindness.”
I nodded instead of answering.
Then the men bowed respectfully and began hurrying away from the place, seemingly fearful that I might change my mind.
Watching them go, I offered a bitter smile.
“I don’t even have the strength to draw and wield a sword.”
Indeed, one must never lose composure, even when lacking everything.

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