The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 287

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 287

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Rumble―!
As lightning tore through the heavens and erupted, dark clouds swallowed the moonlight and torrential rain poured from the sky.
When the rain fell like arrows, the courtyard of Yunrim Temple transformed into a muddy quagmire in an instant.
Within it, Moryeong Hyeok and the Sega Warriors staggered as they hurled themselves forward.
“The Alliance Leader… Why on earth…!”
Moryeong Hyeok’s cry shattered beneath the sound of rain.
Muyong Chang, who followed at his side, furrowed his brow and muttered.
“Perhaps… he was watching over us all along….”
“That’s impossible!”
All information that could leak outside had been perfectly sealed.
Even if there were hidden eyes watching, I had set up shadows to prepare for that, and escaped through the Sega’s secret passages—a situation where everything was completely concealed.
No matter how superior the Martial Arts Alliance’s intelligence network was, I could confidently assert that it had been perfectly hidden from easy discovery.
Yet what was happening now?
Just as Moryeong Hyeok, flustered by the incomprehensible situation, clenched his teeth, Muyong Chang, who had been lost in thought, finally opened his mouth.
“Perhaps we… Ugh?!”
That moment.
As a black shadow descended in a flash of brilliant lightning, Muyong Chang’s throat was torn open, and crimson blood scattered and mingled with the torrential downpour.
Thud!
Moryeong Hyeok’s eyes, wide with shock, confirmed his opponent.
Sect Members.
The monks who had moved following Won Myeong.
“What… what is this――?!”
Yet instead of an answer, the monks wearing rain hats simultaneously raised their heads.
Their eyes no longer held mercy.
Killing intent flowed from their fingertips as they extended simultaneously.
Whoosh!
As swords burst forth―
Clang―!
The metallic ring locked with lightning tore through the rain and wind.
Swish―!
Their strikes, laden with malice, were heavy, powerful, and swift.
Though I retreated and gave ground, the fanged serpent pursued relentlessly, seeking to sink its venomous fangs.
“Young Master So――!”
The bodyguards at his side stepped forward, extending their blades.
Clang―!
In an instant, swords and hands clashed in chaotic cacophony.
“Young Master So! Flee at once! We cannot hold them alone!”
The bodyguards’ cries pierced through the downpour.
As murderous hands and blades tangled together, the courtyard became stained with blood and mud.
Moryeong Hyeok clenched his teeth.
I could see my subordinates wielding their swords desperately, driven by the resolve to protect my lord at all costs, even in this dire situation.
As I steadied my breathing and watched with trembling eyes, I shut my eyes tightly as the Moyong Family warriors fell one by one, becoming pools of blood.
Gripping my chest as anger and despair churned within, I turned my back and threw myself into the torrential rain.
“Gasp— gasp—!”
I had to survive, I had to return alive.
If Mo Yong-cheon had vanished and I too were to die in this place, the future of the Moyong Family would be as clear as fire, would it not?
For the sake of those who risked their lives to protect me, I had no choice but to return alive to the family.
Had an hour passed? Or had half a double-hour elapsed?
My desperate flight, so focused that I could not perceive the passage of time, appeared utterly frantic.
Rustle—
Then.
At a sound from somewhere, I stopped, my complexion turning ashen.
The moment I grasped my sword and slowly turned to look, my eyes trembled involuntarily as I recognized the figure emerging through the undergrowth.
“…!”
A woman with blood smeared across her face, as though she had just emerged from fierce combat.
Namgung Yeon.
The instant I saw her, someone came to mind.
“…Could it be?”
My body trembled at this unbelievable situation as I stared at her, yet her expression revealed no answer I desired—only bitter emotion.
Soon she slowly drew her sword and smiled softly.
“On my way here, I encountered what appeared to be fleeing Moyong Family warriors. Yet they seemed more intent on escaping to save themselves than standing firm to protect their master… Have you been abandoned?”
“What are you saying right now?!”
Observing Moryeong Hyeok’s flustered expression with satisfaction, she wiped the blood from her face and stepped forward.
“I thought perhaps you were deliberately separating and fleeing because keeping them with you would require risking your life to protect them. No matter how I look at it, the situation is… sufficient cause for abandonment.”
Step—
Another step forward.
Seeing the distance narrow, I too raised my sword and gathered my momentum in preparation for what was to come.
I tightened my grip on the sword and narrowed my eyes.
“Your presence here… Could it be Jin Cheon-u’s doing?”
“Does it matter whether it is the Young Master’s doing or not? By the end of today, the Moyong Family’s signboard will surely come down.”
Words spoken gently, accompanied by a cold smile.
Yet to me, they were nothing but lethal poison.
Tremble—
My lips quivered as I narrowed my eyes further.
I knew it too.
Without an excuse that could satisfy everyone, there was simply no way for the Moyong Family to survive in the current situation.
Yet that did not mean he would allow himself to be blocked by the likes of the Namgung Family.
“No matter how much the Moyong Family trembles, for the Namgung to dare block my path? It’s nothing but laughable. Have you already forgotten what happened in Gansu?”
“See for yourself. Whether it will be the same as then or not.”
The moment the words ended, the blades of Moryeong Hyeok and Namgung Yeon were drawn.
Clang—!
The sharp clash of swords rang out fiercely, scattering sparks into the air.
Blades crossed and flew toward each other with vicious intent.
Steel met steel, seeking openings and vital points.
With neither showing clear advantage, the exchange of attacks grew increasingly fierce as moments passed.
In the instant thunder-like sounds filled the ears.
Boom—!
The extended blades sliced through the edges of their garments.
Simultaneously, they pressed forward across the sodden earth, the splashing of water reaching their ears as they each struggled to seize the advantageous position.
Screech—!
The first to break balance in the tense standoff was none other than Moryeong Hyeok.
A technique from the Heavenly Ascension Sword Art.
Executed with precision, it slashed across Namgung Yeon’s thigh.
Though pain enough to grit one’s teeth, Namgung Yeon treated the sensation of steel biting flesh as trivial, his blade pressing forward with even greater speed.
Clang clang clang—!
“Ugh?!”
Moryeong Hyeok staggered at the relentless follow-up strike.
Unable to regain balance on the slippery ground, he fell, and Namgung Yeon’s blade followed, slashing his shoulder.
Screech—!
Moryeong Hyeok’s expression of dismay was laid bare, yet he calmly assessed the situation and rolled across the ground.
Whoosh—!
The blade that followed split the very spot where he had been, and from the vivid mark left by the sword energy alone, had he not evaded, his body would have been cleaved in two.
“Your evasion technique is quite refined. It seems you’ve been practicing diligently after taking a beating from the Young Master.”
“You wench—how dare you!”
Boom—!
In that instant, Moryeong Hyeok’s momentum surged wildly.
Fire blazed in his widened eyes, and the unleashed energy erupted like molten lava.
As it infused his blade, revealing its azure edge, Namgung Yeon too poured forth even greater power.
Then came a single step forward.
Boom—!
A tremendous sound echoed as if striking bedrock itself.
What followed was unmistakably a different sword technique than before.

The Boundless Azure Heaven Sword Art.

It was the moment when the forgotten legend of the Namgung Family, lost to time, revealed itself to the world in its complete form.
“…!?”
As if space itself had been dominated, I could not predict from where the blade would come flying.
I sensed with my eyes and spirit, blocking the sword as best I could, but in an instant, I could not perfectly evade the strike that slipped through the gap.
Clang clang clang—Whoosh!
Moryeong Hyeok felt his chest being slashed and stepped back. Yet the extending Spear Bow Unobstructed did not miss this opening, pursuing him relentlessly and driving him further into the corner.
“…!”
The moment he witnessed this, only one thought filled Moryeong Hyeok’s mind.
I had to do something to survive.
If I did not devise a strategy, I would die.
The martial art unfolding from Namgung Yeon’s hands was completely overwhelming and attempting to swallow the Supreme Heaven Sword Technique.
In a moment of unavoidable shock, he gritted his teeth.
Moryeong Hyeok threw his body backward and collapsed to the ground.
Whoooosh—!
Just as his body was about to be buried in the earth that had turned to mud, a keen blade grazed past above his head.
Had he not anticipated this situation?
Namgung Yeon’s eyes trembled in surprise.
She had never imagined that Moryeong Hyeok, bound together by pride alone, would roll his body in the mud for the sake of survival.
In that moment, Moryeong Hyeok seized the brief opening, grasped mud in his hand, and hurled it toward her.
Whoosh—!
“Ugh?!”
Caught off guard, she raised her hand to block it, but her vision was completely obscured and she lost track of Moryeong Hyeok’s movements.
He had been waiting for this moment.
A technique from the extended Supreme Heaven Sword Technique came flying with tremendous force. It possessed the speed and power to pierce through his throat in an instant.
But then.
Shiver—!
A sudden, intense sense of foreboding and dread washed over him.
The moment he saw one of Namgung Yeon’s eyes gleaming coldly through the gaps between her fingers that had blocked the thrown mud, Moryeong Hyeok’s eyes widened as he withdrew his sword and retreated urgently.
Whoooosh—!
At the same time, wind surged forth, and a clear, deep sword mark was etched into the ground where he had been standing.
“…Impossible, this is impossible.”
Moryeong Hyeok swallowed hard, his breathing steadied as he gazed at the marks carved into the earth. The sword mark, far exceeding any measurable level, proved that her skill transcended the first rank.
“What a pity. I was planning to cleave you in two from head to toe.”
“…Damn it! Damn it! How dare the Namgung Family! We should have eliminated you long ago!”
Watching Moryeong Hyeok deny reality and spill crude curses from his lips, Namgung Yeon wore a cold sneer.
Her gaze and expression were unmistakably mocking the opponent.
It felt as though she was resolving the resentment of her ancestors, who had lived under the contempt of the Moyong Family from past to present.
Soon after, she struck the ground once more.
Swoosh—!
The moment she took a step forward, her figure vanished from sight.
It was as if, until now, the will had been merely to assess the opponent, but from this moment forward, the movements were those of complete annihilation.
Moryeong Hyeok, startled by the presence he could not follow with his eyes, widened them and raised his sword in that very instant.
Namgung Yeon’s blade, which had appeared before him in an instant, was unleashed.
Clang—!
Simultaneously, she severed Moryeong Hyeok’s blade cleanly and slashed across his chest.
Rip—!
“Ugh?!”
Blood erupted in a violent spray, yet the situation did not end there.
Namgung Yeon twisted her body and extended her leg in a sweeping arc.
“…!?”
Faced with a devastatingly familiar pattern, Moryeong Hyeok attempted to evade in alarm, but her foot flew toward him with a speed beyond expectation, striking his jaw.
Crack—!
“Gahhhhh—!”
With a brutal sound, Moryeong Hyeok’s body was launched upward.
Then, with a tremendous crash, he plummeted to the ground, convulsing violently, his jaw already crushed and twisted, several teeth loosening before falling away.
His eyes rolled back as his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Though breath remained, he appeared to have lost all meaning of living.
“Haa—.”
Namgung Yeon gazed upon this sight, steadied her breathing, and looked toward the sky as if reporting the situation to someone.
The pouring rain seemed like the tears of her ancestors.
One by one, she washed away the knots in her heart with the rainwater, then slowly turned her gaze to regard a particular place.
“Are you unharmed?”
“…I am well.”
Those who revealed themselves were none other than Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
The two who had been hidden emerged and beheld Moryeong Hyeok sprawled upon the ground, closing their eyes tightly at the sight of their ruined friend.
What they witnessed with their own eyes and heard with their own ears—the state of their friend—was truly beyond description in its wretchedness.
Impossible to imagine as a figure from a renowned orthodox sect.
Paeng Dohan slowly opened his eyes, revealing his conflicted heart.
“How did you come to this…?”
The question was posed, but no answer came.
All he could do was gaze upon the ruined Moryeong Hyeok with a sorrowful expression, then withdraw a cloth from his robes to wipe the blood from his friend’s lips.
“Older brother…”
“I am fine. But I wonder if this friend will be.”
With a soft murmur, Paeng Dohan rose to his feet.
Then, all eyes present turned toward one direction.
A sound piercing through the violent downpour of rain and wind.
Whoosh—!
A massive form descended with movements like those of a divine bird.
In the moment of witnessing it, a sensation as if the entire body was being crushed.
It was Gonghuang Hye-myeong.
As if to prove that the Buddha is not merely merciful, Hye-myeong was drenched in bloodstains that even the torrential downpour could not wash away.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Chanting the Buddhist prayer, Hye-myeong’s upturned eyes gleamed with a chilling light.

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