The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 285

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 285

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Rumble—!
Thunder roared across the dark night sky with deafening force.
As thick clouds descended and swallowed even the moonlight, the night became shrouded in darkness so profound that I could barely see even an arm’s length ahead.
The humid scent that pierced my nostrils signaled that rain would soon fall.
And indeed it did.
Patter, patter—
As the falling raindrops slowly began to soak my clothes, my hair gradually became drenched from head to toe.
Yet Moryeong Hyeok’s footsteps remained unwavering as he pressed forward.
He lifted his gaze and, catching sight of a corner of the distant temple hall, his eyes widened with intensity.
“…This is it!”
Moryeong Hyeok’s expression deepened as he gazed upon Yunlim Temple. His eyes gleamed with an almost ecstatic fervor as he advanced without hesitation.
Pushing through the underbrush obscured by darkness and drawing ever closer to the temple, he etched its silhouette into his mind, and soon a brilliant smile bloomed across his face.
“Without a doubt… this is the place.”
Moryeong Hyeok turned his gaze and looked at Muyong Chang, who followed at his side.
Yunlim Temple—a small monastery located in Beijing.
This was none other than the branch of Singyeo he had been searching for so desperately.
With each step that brought him closer, the emerging silhouette caused Moryeong Hyeok’s pace to quicken beyond measure.
At last, as Yunlim Temple came into full view, all present were left breathless.
Whoooosh—
The torrential downpour fell like thick arrows of rain, piercing the earth.
Within the dense mist and tangled storm, unlit lanterns swayed faintly along the path carved through the forest.
The massive roof of Yunlim Temple was drenched black as it received the full force of the rain, and from the eaves, water cascaded endlessly like a waterfall.
As lightning split the sky and briefly illuminated the golden Buddha statue within the temple, the light reflected in its eyes seemed to shimmer with living radiance.
Moryeong Hyeok’s heart surged with emotion.
Though he was already drenched in water and sweat, the smile that burst forth between the raindrops streaming down his face was utterly fervent.
As he stepped onto the temple grounds and stood motionless, several monks, sensing a presence, emerged wearing rain hats.
“Amitabha Buddha—what brings honored guests to seek our temple at this late hour?”
At the softly resonant voice, Moryeong Hyeok’s gaze shifted. The smile that had radiated joy faded, replaced by an enigmatic gleam in his eyes as he regarded the monk.
“What brings us? Do you not know? I am Moryeong Hyeok, and these are members of the Moyong Family.”
Though I detected a tremor in his voice, the monk merely smiled serenely and, tapping his wooden fish, bowed his head.
“Amitabha Buddha—have the members of the Moyong Family come to Yunlim Temple to escape the rain? If so, we can offer you empty rooms.”
“What are you saying? Was it not you who summoned us here?”
“I do not understand what you mean.”
His tone was gentle, his gaze serene.
In the monk’s eyes as he regarded Moryeong Hyeok, there appeared not the slightest hint of one concealing something.
Hearing words he’d never encountered before, unable to fathom why the Moyong Family had come to such a place, Moryeong Hyeok found himself utterly bewildered.
Rumble—!
Thunder cracked across the sky once more, illuminating the heavens in a blinding flash.
In the moment when torrential rain poured down, hammering against his entire body like madness itself.
Moryeong Hyeok’s voice, his face flushed with emotion, rang out as loudly as the thunder.
“Why do you feign ignorance?! Are you truly claiming that this was not sent by your hand?!”
“…!”
“….”
The moment the mark became visible before their eyes, the monks’ pupils trembled.
It was as though cracks were forming in the serene composure they had maintained until now, yet it seemed insufficient to shatter it completely.
One monk stepped forward cautiously.
At the sound of his footsteps, the monks steadied their wavering gazes.
“Amitabha Buddha—I am Won Myeong, the abbot of Yunrim Temple. I do not know what circumstances have brought you to this place, but I cannot claim to know what is unknown simply because you press an incomprehensible matter upon me.”
“What?! You were the one who sent the mark, were you not? How can you deny it so brazenly?!”
Despite hearing Won Myeong’s words, Moryeong Hyeok would not yield. The same was true of Muyong Chang beside him, but he had witnessed the trembling in their eyes the moment the mark appeared.
It was unmistakably the gaze of one who knew of the mark.
Something that could not be hidden, no matter how one tried.
Clench—
At last, Moryeong Hyeok, consumed with rage to the very tips of his hair, gritted his teeth.
“What have we not done for Singyeo?! Whatever you desired, we followed! Yet how can you turn away from us in such a manner—?!”
Piercing through the violent downpour, Moryeong Hyeok’s anguished cry echoed forth like madness itself.
Was it because of this?
Won Myeong’s eyes, which had been gentle, turned cold and sharp.
“You continue to say you do not know, yet why do you persist in pressing us thus—?!”
Whoosh—!
In an instant, Moryeong Hyeok’s blade, swung with fury, cut through the rain and flew forward.
The distance was narrow and the speed was nothing short of an arrow loosed from a bow.
At this distance, it was certain they could not easily evade it—most would have had their heads split asunder in a single stroke.
And yet.
Clang—!
Won Myeong’s hand moved, deflecting the blade.
While he himself remained unmoved, Moryeong Hyeok, unable to withstand the force, dragged his feet backward in retreat.
Screech—!
Was it because of this?
Led by Muyong Chang, all the Sega warriors drew their blades.
But Moryeong Hyeok raised his hand, stopping them.
Then, steadying his breath, he gazed intently at Won Myeong.
“The venerable monks of a temple devoted to Buddha possess quite formidable martial prowess. Ha ha.”
“Amitabha Buddha—I have merely learned self-defense techniques to protect this humble temple.”
At another excuse, Moryeong Hyeok’s lips twisted into a bitter smile.
Though they call it self-defense technique, its level is extraordinarily high, and that move from moments ago is undoubtedly the martial art of the Snake Clan.
Moryeong Hyeok was not one to overlook such a thing.
“Perhaps… you fear taking us under your wing?”
A flinch—
In that instant, Won Myeong’s eyes narrowed.
Though his surface remained composed, the sharpness dwelling within was like a blade’s edge.
“The Divine of all under heaven, and even he… feels fear? Enough to turn his back in a single day?”
With each word that spilled forth, Won Myeong’s gaze sank deeper still.
Eyes rimmed with frigid coldness seemed intent on freezing Moryeong Hyeok’s lips shut, yet the aggrieved words that burst forth could not be held back.
“We who devoted our loyalty through long years… even he would turn away from us, so fearful of something?!”
A sickening crack—!
The words never reached their end.
Won Myeong’s fist flew forth in an instant, striking directly into Moryeong Hyeok’s face. As the opponent flew helplessly through the air, Won Myeong’s gaze pierced through with savage intensity.
“How dare you! A creature lesser than an insect dares speak of him so carelessly!”
A violent gust—!
Simultaneously, a fierce wind swept through as his aura swelled.
Everything else could be endured.
But to speak the Divine’s name and show disrespect—this he could not tolerate under any circumstance.
It was not Won Myeong alone.
The auras of all the monks nearby swelled with deadly intent.
“Ugh?!”
Moryeong Hyeok sprang to his feet and drew his sword.
At the same moment, the Moyong Family warriors also unsheathed their weapons.
A tense aura seized the surroundings.
“I grant you one final mercy. Begone.”
A blazing heat—
Won Myeong’s eyes flickered with savage intensity.
The heat that radiated forth alongside his fury seemed capable of incinerating all of them, so fierce that even the torrential rain could not extinguish the flames.
It was breathtaking.
Even those who prided themselves as warriors of the Number One Sword Sect retreated a step, cold sweat streaming down their faces as they faced the heat that threatened to burn everything away.
Then.
“Amitabha Buddha—”
At a voice heard from somewhere, all eyes turned.
Footsteps—
The sound of footsteps drew gradually closer.
Soon, a silhouette emerged slowly from the darkness.
An aura unshaken even within the torrential downpour.
A pressure that seemed to suppress the very wind itself.
As the rain-soaked robes swayed heavily, even the raging heat began to subside.
Those who turned with trembling gazes beheld the figure emerging from the darkness, unable to suppress their astonishment.
“…How… Why?”
Moryeong Hyeok swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
This was not merely his own thought alone.
The warriors of the Moyong Family, and indeed every monk present in the hall, trembled as they gazed upon the figure that had emerged, scarcely able to believe what they witnessed.
The existence that had pushed back the darkness and revealed itself.
His lips parted carefully.
“Is there anyone who can explain to me, the Sect Leader, what situation this is?”
Kwaaaaaang—
The voice that resonated deeply collided with thunder, shaking the entire temple.

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Swooooosh—
The rain that poured down noisily intensified, and the wind that swept along with it shook the brush and trees violently, assaulting the ears.
Yet none of those present paid it any mind.
All wore expressions of bewilderment.
Though the distance was considerable, the sight that entered their eyes clearly rendered them speechless, as if they had become mutes, their mouths sealed without a word.
It was Cheon Yul who broke that silence.
“Haha! I wondered why you’d returned to this place at such a late hour, but so this was the reason.”
Cheon Yul’s voice carried power as it cut through the wind.
Bright, like a child standing before something joyful.
Yet there were those who harbored different emotions.
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
Even if they expanded their perception, the distance was far too great, but they could not fail to recognize the blurred figure of their friend.
Paeng Dohan’s pupils trembled violently.
“What in the world… is this…?”
“It appears Moryeong Hyeok attempted to join hands with hidden forces.”
“…!”
“The Sect Leader caught wind of it.”
I spoke the truth with a calm expression and tone.
In that instant, I saw Paeng Dohan’s eyes squeeze shut.
Shiver—
From the way his body trembled alone, it seemed he was recoiling from a reality he could not accept.
It was Eon Garyeo who steadied him.
Her hand carefully grasped Paeng Dohan.
As if to tell him to compose himself.
Confirming this, I turned my gaze to observe the Yunrim Temple.
The imposing presence of the Sect Leader standing alone.
Though I could not discern why he stood by himself, the very existence of Hye-myeong overwhelmed all those present in the hall.
Kwaaang—!
In that instant, a thunderous roar erupted from within Yunlim Temple.
Every eye snapped toward the monastery at once.
I saw it.
The monks of Yunlim Temple surging forward in unison, their auras blazing as they rushed toward Hye-myeong.
Crash—boom—!
The collision tore through the torrential rain, shaking the earth in all directions.
The Martial Arts Alliance leader attempting to seize them, and the monks breaking through to scatter.
Though outnumbered, Hye-myeong’s martial prowess was merciless—not a single one escaped his grasp.
But how long could this last?
As expected, when other Sect Members hidden within Yunlim Temple revealed themselves and chaos erupted, Won Myeong and his followers seized the opportunity to flee the monastery.
I nodded, confirming their escape.
“Soocheonchu, Chu Hyeongi, and I will pursue them. Yeon-a, you have debts to settle, don’t you?”
Namgung Yeon’s eyes flashed with intensity.
“Yes. I shall handle it.”
“Good. This time, there must be no unseemly business like what happened in Gansu.”
“Of course.”
With her resolute answer, her gaze burned like flame.
I turned my attention away, satisfied.
In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
From the way they still struggled to accept this situation, it seemed they would need time to compose themselves.
“You two may remain here if you wish.”
“No… I will come. There is something I must ask that man.”
A deep breath.
Paeng Dohan rose from his seat, steadying himself with measured breaths. In that moment, his wavering expression hardened, and composure returned to him.
Confirming this, I nodded.
Gathering strength in my feet, I launched myself toward the battlefield.
The night when torrential rain poured and thunder shook the heavens.
Above Yunlim Temple, blood and sword energy began to spread.

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