The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 234

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 234

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“Inooooom—!”
Seol Mu roared fiercely as he thrust his sword forward with terrifying force.
Sword energy infused with extreme cold poured forth as if to freeze everything in its path, yet Gang Cheonho paid it no mind whatsoever.
He simply evaded.
His movements were impossibly swift and graceful.
As if he himself had become a beast, he displayed movements that defied his frame, slipping past the attack before lashing out his hand toward the approaching Binggung expert.
Shwaaack—!
Though only a human hand had been swung, the sight that unfolded was utterly unbelievable.
The Binggung expert was torn into four pieces as if raked by a beast’s claws.
Gang Cheonho descended and immediately displayed overwhelming mobility, ranging across the space.
Crack! Crunch!
He shattered someone’s bones and moved on, then pressed himself against another’s body and tore at their throat with his teeth.
Splurt—!
When he drove his fist into another’s face, it shattered completely and pierced through, his fist embedding itself in the wall beyond.
Experts counted among the Northern Ice Palace’s finest fell one after another.
Though they mustered all their strength to resist, none of their techniques had even grazed the hem of his garment with such agility.
Overwhelming force incarnate, and terror itself.
Even Seol Mu, who ruled the Northern Ice Palace, felt fear creeping insidiously into his heart as he faced this being before him.
“Ha—ha, so this is the Northern Ice Palace? Hardly impressive.”
“Ugh…! Who—who exactly are you? Who are you to….”
“Don’t try to know us, and you mustn’t know us either, Palace Master. Your only task is to accept the death standing before you.”
Sssss—
Gang Cheonho’s lips curled upward in a smile.
In that instant, Seol Mu wondered if he had misperceived something.
Pointed fangs jutting prominently outward.
They truly resembled those of a beast.
Was this a beast disguised as human? Or had a human become a beast?
His mind grew more confused by this incomprehensible reality.
An even more terrifying spectacle unfolded before Seol Mu.
Gradually closing the distance, Gang Cheonho lightly evaded the sword of an attacking Binggung expert, seized his shoulder, and without hesitation drove his teeth into the man’s neck.
Crunch—crunch—
“Mmm—hehehehe, these cold ones taste quite exquisite, don’t they?”
“…!”
The moment they witnessed this, every person present went deathly pale. The way he chewed and swallowed human flesh like a beast was no novice’s work.
As if it were his staple diet.
Then, as if discarding prey, I hurled the limp corpse aside and wiped the blood from my lips, revealing a killing intent so profound it seemed to seep from my very being.
“Palace Master, speak while I’m still being reasonable. The Binghua Yujing… where is it?”
“Kugh?!”
“Palace Master! We should flee now… Gaack?!”
Crunch-!
It happened in an instant.
Gang Cheonho’s form vanished in a blink, closing the distance to Seol Mu before materializing once more. He casually twisted and tore away the subordinate’s neck—the one who had urged retreat—and hurled it toward Seol Mu.
The severed head struck his chest with a dull thud before rolling across the ground.
Seol Mu plunged into absolute terror.
A fear he had only known in childhood.
That bone-chilling dread that arrives alongside despair.
The moment his eyes met Gang Cheonho’s gaze directly, he understood he could do nothing more.
His trembling hand rose unbidden, pointing toward a single location.
“Haha—yes, that’s how it should be. Good children always listen well.”
Gang Cheonho smiled with boundless compassion, patting Seol Mu’s shoulder.
The moment his hand touched the shoulder, Seol Mu flinched in surprise, yet within that gentle tone lay a glimmer of hope for survival that kindled in his eyes.
Splurch-!
But there was no mercy.
Gang Cheonho’s fist, already extended, shattered the Palace Master’s face, while his other hand simultaneously tore through the remaining powerful experts with savage brutality.
Screech-!
Only then did Gang Cheonho silence them all.
He turned slowly, moving toward one of the many passages revealed before him.
The location revealed by one consumed by terror.
There could be no falsehood in it.
Such a thing had never occurred before.
So I advanced without hesitation.
After walking a considerable distance down a brilliantly illuminated passage, I stopped before a massive gate that now revealed itself, standing firmly closed and rejecting all visitors.
Gang Cheonho gazed upon it quietly.
“The Binghua Yujing… let me see what lies within.”
His upturned eyes transformed into a savage glare.
A tremendous force surged up from my dantian, roaring forth, and beyond that, something even stranger was drawn forth.
The power of Gok Ok.
As that power intertwined with my energy and revealed its presence, the gate—which had shown no response to any method until now—began to change.
It manifested with a soft luminescence, flaunting its existence.
Seeing this, Gang Cheonho laughed.
Then, I unleashed a fist brimming with tremendous force.
Boom-!

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Slash—!
I watched the falling bodies with furrowed brows. As if every martial expert in Namman had gathered here, they poured in endlessly.
Though I continued cutting them down, I was beginning to wonder if their numbers were actually decreasing at all.
“Haa, haa….”
Hearing the ragged breathing, I turned my gaze toward the woman. Her breath came in harsh gasps and her complexion had grown pallid from the intense prolonged combat.
The only reason she continued moving now was her singular will to personally slay whoever had done this to Binggung.
But even that wouldn’t last much longer.
If she pushed herself any further, she would collapse whether she wished to or not.
To fall before the enemy meant only death awaited.
Yet I said nothing.
Because I understood her state of mind better than anyone.
No one could know better than I the anguish of watching those who laughed and spoke like family before my eyes die so brutally.
“I apologize.”
“…What do you mean?”
“I simply felt that way.”
I offered a bitter smile and shook my head.
I had placed too much faith in the name Northern Ice Palace.
Though I had sensed their strength was weaker than expected, since they were comparable to Namman, I never imagined such a catastrophic situation would unfold.
Had I known things would turn out this way, I would have employed different tactics.
But regret came too late.
The deed was done and many had become corpses.
My apology to her stemmed from guilt—the guilt of failing to prevent what could have been prevented.
“Rather, I am grateful. Had you not been here, Young Master, I would not have survived either.”
Hearing her gentle voice, I could offer no response. I simply looked forward, gripped my sword once more, and swung it.
Slash!
My sharp blade tore through the bodies of those in hiding. Before the sound of their falling even reached my ears, I pushed off the ground again, and soon the woman’s voice followed.
“Over there.”
Turning my head slightly, a vast space came into view.
All I could see were corpses.
From the state of their torn bodies alone, it was clear that Gang Cheonho had passed through here.
In that moment.
“Father—!”
The woman’s sharp cry pierced through the air.
I found myself looking in that direction.
The face was so completely crushed that I could not identify them with certainty, but considering the clothing and ornaments, it was undoubtedly the Princess of the Northern Ice Palace herself.
“Aaaahhh—! Aaaahhhhh—!”
Screams poured from the woman as she collapsed before her father’s corpse. Tears streamed down her wide-open eyes in disbelief, and the sounds emerging from her mouth could no longer be called a voice.
It was a wail, pure anguish.
Trembling—
She caressed her father’s body with blood-stained hands.
Her tear-filled eyes were those of someone utterly unable to accept the reality before her.
The shock had reached its limit and surpassed it.
The woman’s eyes froze for a moment before rolling back.
I hurriedly threw myself forward to catch her as she collapsed.
“This is not good.”
Her pulse was violent.
Though she had lost consciousness, the shock had not dissipated.
At this rate, her vital energy would become twisted and the heart demon would find its way in.
I pressed my fingers to her pulse points and carefully infused my energy into her.
I began to gradually calm her raging energy, slowly bringing it under control.
Confirming that the woman’s complexion was slowly regaining its color, I finally released a sigh of relief and lifted her into my arms.
I could not leave her here unconscious.
Yet I could not take her with me either.
Regrettable as it was, concealing her was the most certain method.
Cruel though it was, I laid her down among the corpses.
With blood smeared upon her and arranged to appear as lifeless as possible, even if someone came, they would not easily discover her.
“I cannot promise vengeance, but I will do my utmost.”
I spoke these words and turned away.
Then I moved along the path.
Blood trails visible on the ground.
What I believed to be undoubtedly left by Gang Cheonho stretched along one direction.
Following it would ensure I would not lose my way.
I ventured inward.
After following the trail for some time, a strange space appeared.
This was the passage leading to the Binghua Yujing.
Though within the palace itself, the surroundings were truly resplendent.
Ice flowers bloomed on all sides, displaying their beauty, and moonlight filtering in from outside illuminated them softly, creating an even greater radiance.
The sight nearly captivated my gaze, making me wish to admire the scenery rather than walk the path, but I quickly steadied myself and pressed deeper inside with greater speed.
Had I reached the pinnacle?
An enormous gate came into view.
So vast that it inspired an overwhelming sense of awe.
Yet the gate, which should have been firmly sealed, stood wide open as if welcoming a visitor, as though Gang Cheonho himself was beckoning me to enter.
I stepped forward and crossed the threshold.
In that instant, a fierce cold washed over me.
Though I had long since entered the realm of the Eternal Frost, the chill that permeated this place seemed not merely to freeze the body, but to crystallize the very soul.
Yet what truly captured my attention was something else entirely.
The landscape.
Despite this bitter cold, flowing water that refused to freeze and verdant trees. Walking along paths thick with vegetation, I beheld countless towering trees bearing fruit.
A paradise untouched by the mortal world.
The scenery I had seen only in paintings now lay before my eyes.
To any observer, it was a landscape wholly incongruous with the Northern Ice Palace, yet the cold that permeated this windless place felt like stepping into a realm that existed between reality and illusion.
I moved cautiously, surveying my surroundings.
A blemish upon an otherwise picturesque scene.
Following the trail of blood that seemed to mark my location, I advanced gradually until another vista revealed itself before my eyes.
A colossal ice wall.
Its overwhelming magnitude stirred an indescribable sensation within me.
As though ten thousand years of glacial cold emanated from that very place.
“What do you think of this? They call it the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade. Magnificent, isn’t it?”
“….”
At the sound of an approaching voice, I turned my head.
A man stood surveying the structure known as the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade.
Gang Cheonho.
He walked while chewing on something, and with each step, drops of blood fell steadily to the ground.
I found myself frowning without conscious thought.
Gang Cheonho turned his gaze toward me and broke into a broad smile.
“As expected, the Young Master has arrived. Krahaha!”
The man burst into hearty laughter and rummaged through his garments.
He produced a small flask and hurled it toward me.
I caught it deftly.
“Didn’t we agree to share a drink? This place seems perfect for it.”
“I share that sentiment.”
I drew the flask from my waist and tossed it toward Gang Cheonho. He caught the arc of its flight and drank without hesitation, as though parched.
He then slowly withdrew the flask from his lips and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
“There’s a fine spot over there. Shall we sit and drink?”
In that instant, his words grew clipped, and his lips curled upward with unmistakable intensity.
Ssshhk—
The sharp fangs of a predator laid bare without restraint, and I responded with a faint smile of my own.
I spoke in kind.
“Agreed. Your head should serve as adequate accompaniment.”
“Krahaha!”
Gang Cheonho’s rough laughter echoed across the frozen expanse.

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