The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 249

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 249

Mo Yong-cheon, who had fled Zhengzhou with haste, could not suppress his dismay. As time passed, his mind grew cold and clear, and only then did he grasp the gravity of what he had done.
He had lost his grip on reason the moment he witnessed Jin Cheon-u’s expression and gaze that day, hearing those same words spill from his lips.

“Can you only repeat the same words?”
“Again and again, you do.”

He understood perfectly what those words and actions meant.
The one who had destroyed Gok Ok.
That was Jin Cheon-u.
Just before he lost his reason entirely—confronted by that bold, mocking gaze that seemed to declare he no longer cared about concealment.
What sealed his fate was the sight of Jin Cheon-u casually crushing something identical to the Gok Ok that had been shattered that day.
In that instant, his reason abandoned him completely.
A catastrophic mistake.
In a place filled with countless martial world masters and even Gonghuang and Hye-myeong, he had committed an act he should never have attempted.
“Damn it…!”
Mo Yong-cheon clenched his teeth.
Intense presences still emanated from all directions.
He could feel the masters who upheld the Martial Arts Alliance pursuing his trail.
He could kill one or two, perhaps, but facing the Nine Sects and Eight Great Families in their entirety was impossible, regardless of his reputation as the Sword Emperor.
Moreover, he had sustained severe internal injuries from Hye-myeong’s Hundred Step Divine Fist, and after several intense battles, his condition was dire.
Mo Yong-cheon laughed bitterly and clenched his teeth.
The sight of himself being attacked by those who had once bowed before him, fleeing while bleeding, felt utterly pathetic.
Furthermore, this incident would profoundly impact the Moyong Family.
People would no longer revere them, the Martial Arts Alliance would sever ties, and those following the Hwangbo Family and others would inevitably turn their blades toward the Moyong Family.
The worst situation imaginable, an irreversible mistake.
There was no way to escape this predicament now.
“…No, there is one way.”
He swallowed dryly and thought carefully.
While he could not reverse this catastrophe, there was a method for him and his family’s members to survive intact.
That was to be recognized as a Sect Member and enter that place.
Though the Moyong Family would disappear, everyone would be safe, and operating in the shadows under the Divine’s protection, they could manipulate the martial world as they wished.
After all, the Martial Arts Alliance was nothing but a drop of blood from a bird’s foot compared to the Divine Sect.
Then he would need to regain lost trust.
Whether as the new Snake Clan Sect Leader or something else entirely, he had to crawl beneath them with absolute trustworthiness.
“It is not yet over.”
Then what could earn him that trust?
There was one thing.
That bastard who had made me into this—a target of heaven’s wrath.
Every time his image flickered before my eyes, a fury so consuming rose up that I nearly lost my reason.
I would kill him.
It was what the New Sect Leader desired, and even apart from that, from Mo Yong-cheon’s perspective, he was an existence that absolutely had to be slaughtered.
Only by killing him could I and the Moyong Family survive.
The objective, after all, remained unchanged.
My heart screamed to chase after him immediately and shatter his face, but for now, I had to prioritize something else—first, I needed to shake off my severe internal injuries and this pursuit.
Mo Yong-cheon abruptly changed direction.
His expression twisted with malice and fury, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

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News of Mo Yong-cheon spread like wildfire.
The Martial Arts Alliance organized search parties centered around the masters of each faction, and with the Alliance’s prestige on the line, countless warriors scattered forth with unwavering determination to capture him.
The Martial Arts Alliance’s net of heaven and earth.
Even Sa Do-cheon had to acknowledge its power.
I was certain that even the Sword Emperor himself could not escape it.
In contrast, those centered around the Hwangbo Family began moving swiftly toward Liaoning, intending to prevent the Sword Emperor from entering their family territory.
As a result, the martial world of Zhengzhou was saturated with tension.
The Sword Emperor’s actions displayed by the Martial Arts Alliance were undoubtedly aimed at Jin Cheon-u, and what those actions revealed was that the reason for attacking the Jin Family’s inner residence was precisely to kill Jin Cheon-u.
By now, it was certain as seeing fire that the rumors had spread not only throughout Henan but across the entire Central Plains.
“This is madness….”
“Did… the Jin Family and the Moyong Family really have such a poor relationship?”
“He’s nothing but a thorn in everyone’s side. What did that Young Master do to Moyong Hyeok? They’ve been entangled in such a negative way continuously—I can only imagine what his father must feel.”
“So you’re defending him? He tried to kill the Jin Family’s Young Master right there in the Alliance! How—! What a wretched bastard!”
As a result, turmoil erupted throughout Zhengzhou as well.
Perhaps because he was still called the Number One Sword Sect and was one of the Three Sovereigns of Zhengzhou, a small number of people defended Mo Yong-cheon, and arguments broke out everywhere, escalating into fistfights.
I smiled bitterly as I heard the commotion erupting throughout the city.
I had anticipated that something like this would happen, but the shockwaves seemed far greater than I had imagined.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
“Yes, there is no problem.”
“But traveling alone like this… wouldn’t it be better to contact the family and have them send an escort? Ah! If you insist, shall I send word to the Martial Arts Alliance? They would surely help.”
The innkeeper who ran the inn in Zhengzhou seemed anxious, fidgeting nervously with visible unease.
The target was none other than the Sword Emperor himself.
Though the Martial Arts Alliance had cast its net of heaven and earth, considering they had yet to find even a trace of him, another attack was not out of the question.
The opponent was the Sword Emperor.
No matter how much skill one possessed and was recognized in the martial world, there would be no confidence in victory against him, so his anxiety was natural.
I smiled softly as I looked at the innkeeper.
“There is no need to worry. With the Martial Arts Alliance’s net spread out, would he really come looking for me?”
“…But he is the Sword Emperor, Young Master. He is not someone to be underestimated.”
“I’m aware of that. But looking at the current situation, it seems even if the Sword Emperor grandfather came, he wouldn’t be able to hold out.”
I glanced furtively toward the outside.
Countless warriors of the Martial Arts Alliance were visible.
All of them swept their surroundings with cold, resolute eyes, staking their lives to find the Sword Emperor who might be hiding somewhere.
With such forces stationed not only within Jeongju but also outside, even if Mo Yong-cheon had lost all reason, it wouldn’t be easy for him.
The moment he revealed himself even once, the beggars of Kaebang would track him down like hunting dogs and capture him.
“…Please be careful.”
“Yes, then I’ll be going. Ah! I might return again soon, so I ask for your kindness then as well.”
“Haha, you speak obvious words! Whenever you come, I shall provide you with the finest treatment.”
At those words, I smiled and left the inn, donning a bamboo hat. My face had become too well-known due to the Mo Yong-cheon affair, drawing countless stares from people.
Thus, I mounted the horse I had prepared beforehand and moved slowly.
Once I passed through the city gates, I began galloping rapidly.
The Heaven and Earth Net spread by those gathered around the Nine Sects and Eight Great Families.
I lost count of how many times I had to stop my horse to escape it.
It was so densely woven that I could understand why Sa Do-cheon feared the Martial Arts Alliance’s Heaven and Earth Net so greatly.
At this level of intricacy, it was comparable to the Divine Sect’s Heaven and Earth Net of old, so even the Sword Emperor himself couldn’t escape it.
Unless the circumstances were exceptional.
I smiled faintly and drove my horse even more fiercely. The speed increased further, and even the rushing wind felt violent.
Though I had departed early in the morning, dusk had already fallen.
Yet I felt that even closing my eyes was a luxury, so I merely waited for the horse to catch its breath before galloping onward again.
How far had I traveled thus?
The sun that had set rose again, and soon hung directly overhead.
When it set once more and twilight descended, at last the place I could call my destination came into view.
Luoyang?
No, it was a mountain.
A place I had visited once before.
Recalling memories from that time, I found my way forward.
Following a labyrinthine path as if a formation had been laid down, I traveled for quite some time before finally discovering my destination.
The Divine Sect’s inner residence.
The place where the white Gok Ok had shattered.
That place where Mo Yong-cheon’s visage, glaring at me with an expression of fierce malevolence, screaming in anguish, remained vividly etched in my mind.
I slowly dismounted and surveyed my surroundings.
The scars from that time were visible in places, but unlike then, I felt no human presence whatsoever.
Yet there was undoubtedly someone inside.
Sensing this, I opened the door and stepped within.
“…!”
In that instant, Mo Yong-cheon, who had been sitting in lotus position, startled at the sudden presence and hastily gathered his energy, staring at me.
Shock filled his eyes.
“…How did you—!”
“It’s not a place I shouldn’t be. Why are you so surprised?”
Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes turned cold at those words.
He slowly relaxed his posture and rose from his seat.
With a sword now in hand, he gazed at me and smiled—a smile that carried the unmistakable air of a hunter who had just watched his prey walk into the trap of its own accord.
I met that look with a scoff.
“If one were to seek the safest place from the Martial Arts Alliance’s pursuit, there would be nowhere else. One could wait here until their net grows slack, or use this time to heal internal injuries—truly, there is no better option.”
“…So you came here?”
“I lack the temperament to simply wait for prey to come to me. And besides, in a place like this… no body would ever be discovered.”
“Hahaha— truly, you are a madman.”
Mo Yong-cheon let out a hollow laugh, then unleashed his full aura. The Sword Emperor’s power radiating outward in all directions crashed down upon me like Mount Tai itself.
Zzzt—
Simultaneously, the killing intent was equally formidable.
A sensation as though my very skin was being sliced away.
Yet I smiled calmly despite feeling it.
Then Mo Yong-cheon’s low voice flowed out, desolate and cold.
“Are you acting recklessly because you trust Hye-myeong?”
“If I were acting recklessly based on trust, this place would be filled with the Alliance’s members right now. Yet no one is here—which means I am not acting recklessly based on trust, but rather on certainty, would you not agree?”
The most straightforward way to resolve this situation.
Had I merely revealed this location, Mo Yong-cheon would have been dragged before the Alliance in a pitiful state.
But that would be problematic.
Having him dragged before the Alliance in such a state and subjected to interrogation would yield me little benefit, and no matter what they did, nothing regarding the Sect would emerge—making even that meaningless.
Perhaps one of the Twelve Horns might appear to extract or kill him, and allowing such an event would be far worse than this.
Moreover, with the death of Mo Yong-cheon—who could almost be called the Sect’s dog—the likelihood of another hidden dog revealing itself was quite high.
To draw that one out, I must kill him here.
Shing—
I drew my sword and met Mo Yong-cheon’s gaze directly.
Paying no heed to the aura he had unleashed.
Even as I faced the overwhelming pressure head-on, I ensured he felt that it had no effect on me whatsoever.
Was that why?
I saw his pupils flicker for a moment.
As though he had never imagined I would be at this level.
Shing—
Mo Yong-cheon then drew his own sword as well.
His eyes and expression had changed from before—all composure had vanished.
“I never thought you would be this strong….”
“This time will be different from last time. Prepare yourself.”
Mo Yong-cheon let out a bitter laugh while his eyes grew grave.
Hye-myeong’s technique was not something that could be healed in merely a few days’ time.
Judging by the fact that he was still in the midst of breathing exercises when I arrived, it was clear he had suffered profound internal injuries, and they were still progressing.
My strength, which exceeded expectations in such a state.
Even for a Sword Emperor, it was enough to inspire genuine tension.
The flowing wind grew still, and tension stretched taut between the unnamed character and me as we faced one another.
Scrape—!
We drew closer step by step, narrowing the distance with deliberate slowness, until the moment our spacing collided!
Flash—!
Two blades swept through the air with terrifying force.
Clang—!

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