The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 241

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 241

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The moon had waned and the sun had risen once more.
Yet I remained seated in my chamber, continuing to read through the documents Yu Hyeon had organized for me.
The changes that had unfolded within the Martial Arts Alliance, the Moyong Family, and Liaoning during this time.
During the long journey to the Northern Sea, I had uncovered a considerable amount of information. While the accuracy might fall short of the Hao Wen intelligence network since it relied on the family’s own information channels, Yu Hyeon had done a respectable job of filtering through the details.
First and foremost, the Moyong Family.
Though they possessed influence that would not be strange to call them the Emperor of Liaoning, the perception of them as a toothless tiger was growing stronger, or so the reports indicated.
The one called the Sword Emperor remained formidable, but the successive failures of Mo Yong-cheon, who was to succeed him, and especially the collapse of their standing and credibility from this Changryong Dan incident.
And adding one more thing to that, even the unity among the Eight Great Families had cracked.
Particularly, the Hwangbo Family’s fury had reached its peak, and even the minor factions of Changryong Dan who had lost children in this incident were now aligning with the Hwangbo Family, creating complete confrontation.
The situation was dire enough that war would not be surprising, which is why Mo Yong-cheon, who had returned to Liaoning, seemed to have come back to the Martial Arts Alliance for mediation.
The time it took was considerably longer than anticipated, and it would not be strange if additional time had been spent stopping somewhere along the way.
Moreover, considering the timing—after Gang Cheonho had departed—it seemed certain that he had made contact with the Divine Sect.
Simultaneously, there was one remarkably strange development.
The elite forces of the Moyong Family had vanished.
Typically, a family’s elite are not deployed carelessly, as the principle is to keep them for protecting the family and its members.
Furthermore, since the deployment of all of them could be read as a signal that something grave was occurring, under normal circumstances only a small number or one or two would move unless it was a matter of great importance.
Yet this time, they had all disappeared.
Since this information came from the merchant networks that frequented the Moyong Family, their disappearance could not be denied.
Then what was the purpose?
I rested my chin in my hand, my thoughts turning to Mo Yong-cheon.
“He will certainly make a move.”
Whether it was the Sword Emperor’s own will or a scheme of the Divine Sect, either way, thanks to me and Baek Myeon-in, the Gok Ok had been lost by that man.
Though it was said it had not actually been destroyed, there was no reason for Auk to inform him of this, so the unsuspecting Mo Yong-cheon would still be harboring considerable rage.
Looking at the current situation, the probability of me becoming the target of his fury was high.
Whether the one who destroyed the Gok Ok was Jin Cheon-u or not, whether I was connected to Gwanbaek or not, killing the most suspicious person would certainly satisfy his anger.
Moreover, considering that my relationship with Mo Yong-hyeok had been poor thus far, and thinking of all that had transpired since we became entangled, from Mo Yong-cheon’s perspective there was little to lose.
A thorn in his side would be removed, and if the Jin Family of Luoyang were shaken as a result, it would be perfect for him to work in the shadows and gnaw away at them.
I wiped away the bitter smile that had escaped my lips, set down the papers, and turned my head.
Jang Chuchyeong’s voice came from outside, and the door opened.
He entered without hesitation, as if it were his own room, and approached me before speaking.
“Young Master.”
“What is it?”
“You have a visitor, Young Master.”
“Who is it?”
“Someone from the Paeng Family. Shall I turn them away?”
Among the Paeng Family members, only one person came to mind as someone who would seek me out.
They came suddenly?
Unable to comprehend the reason, I rose from my seat.
This was a golden opportunity to learn the exact internal situation.
I couldn’t afford to miss it.
“Prepare tea and refreshments.”
“Yes.”
Naturally, Jang Chuchyeong and I slipped out of the room and took separate paths.
After leaving the annex and walking for some time, I finally spotted the entrance for receiving guests, and through the wide-open doors, I could see two figures standing motionless.
“Ah, Young Master Jin!”
“Hello! It’s been a while.”
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
They greeted me with beaming smiles and waving hands, then quickly crossed the threshold and approached me in an instant.
Puzzled by their urgent demeanor, their voices rang out in unison.
“Buy us some drinks, would you?”
“Please buy us some drinks.”
At their sudden request, I let out a sigh.

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The dining hall within the annex was laden with elaborate dishes, and rare vintage wines—the kind difficult to procure outside—were set out. To prepare a table with such fine delicacies would easily cost gold coins.
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo’s eyes sparkled at the sight.
Though they had asked me to buy them drinks, it seemed they hadn’t expected such an extravagant feast.
Judging by their expressions, they hadn’t lost all shame.
I filled their empty cups one by one and set down the bottle, whereupon Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo, who had been clearing their throats nervously, cautiously opened their mouths.
“Ha… I apologize, Young Master. We’ve spent all our spending money…”
“We’re in a foul mood, and you have no idea how difficult it’s been without money.”
“Is this about what happened last time? I didn’t hear the details, but it seemed like something serious was about to occur.”
Nod, nod.
The two of them nodded at my question.
They then stared intently at their cups before both reaching out and downing the contents in one gulp.
Even the way they drank from their cups and frowned identically afterward.
Aside from their different genders and appearances, their every action was identical—it was like looking in a mirror.
Then Paeng Dohan’s voice flowed out.
“The Changryong Dan was disbanded because of that incident.”
“…It was disbanded?”
“The Alliance Leader disbanded it immediately upon hearing the news. Wow—that old monk certainly handles matters swiftly. Ha ha.”
“That’s right. Even so, there was no need to disband it like that…”
Indeed, it was Hye-myeong’s doing.
He had judged that since everyone knew who the core of the Changryong Dan was, what tragedy had resulted from it, and many had already lost their hearts to the organization, there was no point in keeping it.
It would be far better to dismantle it entirely and forge a new center of unity to strengthen their bonds.
One thing this incident has made abundantly clear is that the Martial Arts Alliance is rapidly returning to normalcy with Hye-myeong as its new center of gravity.
So thoroughly that the Sword Emperor’s name no longer carries weight.
“Then, what became of Moryeong Hyeok?”
“That fellow… hasn’t spoken a word to us since that day. When I woke up one morning, he’d already packed his things and returned to Liaoning. Sigh… he was my closest friend since childhood, yet now I can’t fathom what he’s thinking.”
Paeng Dohan took another long drink and offered a bitter smile.
Years spent together without ulterior motive now felt like a distant dream—if even Paeng Dohan could no longer understand Moryeong Hyeok’s actions, it meant his friend had grown unfamiliar to him.
By this measure, Moryeong Hyeok was already broken.
Unable to succeed at anything, worn down by endless criticism and pointed fingers, he could endure no longer.
If he fails to compose himself now, he will shatter completely.
I allowed myself a subtle smile.
“The Sword Emperor must be bearing quite a burden.”
“Don’t even mention it. With Hwangbo, the Family Head, leading the pressure from all sides… it wouldn’t be surprising if blades were drawn at any moment.”
Even the title of Family Head of the Number One Sword Sect and Sword Emperor could no longer contain the situation. This meant Mo Yong-cheon’s standing had completely crumbled.
Excluding those heavily influenced by the Moyong Family, there were quite a few who refused to overlook this incident.
I intended to exploit that very fault line.
A clean separation now would make everything smoother later.
“What do you intend to do about the Paeng Family and Eon Family?”
“We’re… watching the situation unfold, but what we’ve done this time is far too grave. I doubt the elders will heed our words anytime soon.”
“I see.”
I quietly lifted the wine cup to my lips.
The smile at the corner of my mouth grew steadily deeper.

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Within the Martial Arts Alliance, in a hall where the Moyong Family resided.
Mo Yong-cheon, seated inside, furrowed his brow.
A single phrase from Gok Ok circled endlessly in his mind.
Moving according to that bastard’s orders was far from satisfactory, yet for Mo Yong-cheon, there was no choice but to act.
Moreover.
Crack—!
Unbelievable as it was, if the one who destroyed Gok Ok truly was that bastard Jin Cheon-u?
Tearing him to death would not be enough.
He was thinking that even reducing him and the Jin Family of Luoyang to dust without a trace would not quell his rage.
The moment he narrowed his brow and clenched his fist.
A voice came from outside.
“Family Head, I have brought it.”
“Come in.”
The man who entered handed over the paper with respectful bearing. The densely packed characters were so numerous that merely reading them was exhausting, yet Mo Yong-cheon read through every single one without missing a word.
“So he returned alive and well from the Binggung.”
“Yes, in fact, our losses were not particularly severe.”
At those words, his eyes deepened further.
No matter how much Gang Cheonho’s target was not the Jin Family of Luoyang, no one could believe that he survived against the Hojak Warriors without significant casualties.
There was definitely something.
Something protecting this bastard.
Considering the boy’s age, it was clearly impossible no matter how exceptional he was.
If this were possible, there could be only one conclusion.
“Did he obtain Gok Ok?”
With it in hand, he gained overwhelming power.
Thinking it through this way, he could somewhat understand the absurd level this bastard had displayed until now.
Furthermore, if this hypothesis were true, everything connected.
Everything experienced from the Heuk-u Society until now.
Jin Cheon-u, knowing the identity of Gok Ok, would naturally have seen through the Divine Sect, and moreover, even the relationship between the Moyong Family and the Divine Sect.
If he knew all these facts, then the continued interference and the situation where the family’s standing wavered—all of it made sense.
“I have been completely outmaneuvered.”
Whether it was truth or not, he could not yet know.
Only by opening that bastard’s mouth could he be certain.
However, Mo Yong-cheon possessed an odd conviction.
That the current situation unfolding was created by that bastard.
What gave him the greatest certainty was none other than the existence of Hye-myeong.
No matter what happened, the one who remained on Songshan and never came down suddenly descended the mountain, entered the Alliance, took his seat, and even had a separate meeting with Jin Cheon-u, did he not?
Whatever scheme he employed, if he intended to shake the Moyong Family, it would not be strange to call it a decisive move.
That is why Hye-myeong believes, and families like the Hwangbo are running wild.
“Where is that bastard right now?”
“He has entered the Jin Family residence.”
“I see…”
Mo Yong-cheon steadied his breathing and leaned back in his chair.
The image of that man flickered before my eyes.
Always gazing at me with that enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Eyes that challenged me directly, meeting my gaze without flinching.
Words that poured forth without restraint.
Each and every one of them grated on my nerves and lodged itself in my mind, refusing to fade.
“He is merely the beginning.”
The moment his breath ceases, I will seize the Jin Family by the throat and grind them into dust.
Let him watch from the depths of hell, screaming in anguish.
Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes gleamed with an even deeper intensity.

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