The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 326

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 326

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The matter concluded swiftly.
Those who accepted the proposal began to depart, and the injured were sent to the medical quarters, with the Jin Family bearing all expenses.
What remained was to fulfill their desires, but I would send the Commander to negotiate, so they would not get everything they wanted.
Standing before Commander Yu Hyeon, they would soon realize the truth.
In negotiations with the Jin Family of Luoyang, what they truly desired would slip through their fingers.
As I harbored such thoughts, I furrowed my brow.
Yeon-un, was it?
The figure who had gazed at me with that subtle smile.
The sensation and presence from that moment remained vivid, refusing to fade from my mind.
As if branded there.
“Who on earth could he be…”
The bandit Yeon-un.
A name so unfamiliar that searching my memory proved futile.
Yet strangely, the sensation felt oddly familiar.
Could he be from the Singyeo Sect?
It was possible.
Among the countless sect members, there were surely those whose faces I did not know.
However, unless he possessed strength rivaling a Horn Sect Leader, he could never escape my notice.
I considered whether he might be a new leader of the Snake Clan, but I sensed none of the distinctive aura possessed by the Twelve Horns.
This only made my thoughts more turbulent.
I furrowed my brow and exhaled a sigh.
“Sigh too much and your fortune will fly away.”
Then, at those sudden words, I turned my gaze.
Jin Myeong, lying upon my bed and staring at me.
He showed no intention of leaving, sprawled out and rolling about without a care.
“Will you not depart?”
“What? This is where I used to sleep.”
“It is my quarters now.”
Jin Myeong held his ground as if determined to claim this room, laughing with an unwavering gaze that refused to yield to any argument.
A helpless laugh escaped me unbidden.
“Do you not understand why I came here?”
“Huh? Of course I do. You said yesterday—you came to capture me.”
“Then you should prepare to return.”
“Ha ha ha, I worked really hard, little brother. Surely I deserve some rest?”
“You have rested considerably.”
I spoke firmly, sending a sharp gaze his way.
Jin Myeong flinched and quickly turned his back.
As if he had no intention of meeting my eyes.
“No! Absolutely not! If I go back, I’ll have to work again.”
“That is the fate of being born as a son of the Jin Family.”
Perhaps it was because of what I said again.
Jin Myeong suddenly sprang to his feet and glared at me.
Soon he let out a hollow laugh and began hurling words with an exasperated expression.
“What are you saying! Aren’t you my younger brother? So why do you get to play while I have to work? It’s completely unfair.”
“If you’re upset about it, become the Young Master So yourself.”
“You damned bastard. Give it here, the position of Young Master! I’ll do it!”
“Try taking it if you’re confident enough.”
“Damn it!”
“Act up and you’ll get hit.”
“You can’t talk to your older brother like that!”
The loud noise leaked out beyond the room. Yet Jin Myeong made no effort to lower his voice, instead his eyes grew sharper as he shouted even louder.
Frowning, I rose from my seat.
“Why are you trying to hit me?! Good grief! The neighbors—your younger brother hitting you….”
“Father told me to bring you back even if I had to beat you. Did you expect this?”
“Uh?!”
As I strode toward the bed, Jin Myeong’s complexion grew increasingly pale as if his spirit had been broken, and his body trembled without a sound.
Just as I raised my fist to swing it lightly.
Creak—
As if she had been watching for an opportunity, the door opened and Seol Ha-yeon carefully entered.
“I apologize. I made a sound, but it seems you didn’t hear it….”
She alternated her gaze between me and Jin Myeong, smiling awkwardly.
“You two seem to get along well.”
“Get along, Miss? Look at this fool. He’s trying to grab his older brother.”
“Stop it. People will think it’s real.”
“You should use formal speech with your older brother, you bastard!”
….
Tch!
I relaxed my clenched fist and sighed.
Unlike my eldest brother, I often quarrel with him.
In childhood, we grew up trading blows at the slightest provocation, and as I matured, that temperament didn’t easily change.
“Anyway, prepare yourself since we’re leaving today. I don’t want to waste any more time.”
Hmph!
I spoke in a firm tone, but it still didn’t work. However, knowing that this time my resolve couldn’t be shaken, he rose from the bed and quickly returned to his own room.
Is he just being stubborn?
I let out a hollow laugh and turned my head away.
“What brings you here?”
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I’m truly sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you, Young Master.”
“It was indeed troublesome, but considering our relationship with Binggung, it’s hardly a serious matter. Still, what about Binggung? Why are you here?”
“I left her in the Commander’s care and came out.”
“So why did you come?”
“Gang Cheonho.”
“…!”
“To find him.”
She spoke his name as if she could never forget it, her fist clenching tightly. The killing intent blazed unmistakably in her widened eyes—had he been standing before her at that moment, she would have drawn her blade and charged.
Witnessing such fury, I could only sigh.
“The Junior Prince lacks the strength for this.”
“I’ve gained enlightenment. Isn’t that enough?”
“Do you truly believe a fox could tear out a tiger’s throat? If such a thing were possible, we would call it divine fortune.”
Yet Gang Cheonho was a man who would not even permit that.
“….”
In Gang Cheonho’s eyes, Seol Ha-yeon was nothing but an ant.
Perhaps even less than that.
Last time, it was purely divine fortune that had favored her.
Otherwise, it must have been the dead Bing Palace Master who protected her.
She had survived a situation where she should have perished.
But should she face Gang Cheonho again, I was certain she would not survive this time.
After dwelling on such thoughts for a moment, I posed a question.
“Yet it seems you didn’t come without purpose. What have you discovered that brought you here?”
She nodded carefully.
This was not something easily uncovered.
Yet seeing the certainty blazing in her eyes, I suspected she had pursued the matter of Singyeo with relentless determination.
“How?”
“I searched for rumors of someone similar to Gang Cheonho. And then… I stumbled upon something by chance.”
“What is it?”
“…If you tell me, can I join you?”
“Let me consider it.”
“That’s good enough.”
Seol Ha-yeon shook her head with disappointment and turned to leave.
Her resolute manner, devoid of even the slightest hesitation, drew an involuntary chuckle from me.
“Very well. Provided what you’ve found is actually connected to those real villains.”
She, who had been about to exit the room, stopped abruptly in her tracks.
Then she turned back to face me and nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth—clearly pleased that her intuition had struck true.
“Tell me.”
“There are quite a few who claim to have seen a man like a tiger. And he… is searching for a mystical stone….”
“…Is this merely rumor?”
“I believe it’s a rumor worth investigating.”
The world occasionally sees tales that defy reason circulate among the people.
Light, frivolous things that anyone would dismiss with a laugh.
Yet when I consider the appearance that could perfectly evoke someone specific, and the significance of Gok Ok embedded in my mind, even the most implausible story gains a certain credibility.
“Where?”
“Sichuan.”
I didn’t bother asking which part of Sichuan.
If she harbored dreams of vengeance against Gang Cheonho, she would spare no effort in searching through every inch of that vast land to find him.
Yet hadn’t I seen Gang Cheonho not long ago at Mount Xiaowutai?
If that were the case, those in Sichuan were likely his subordinates rather than Gang Cheonho himself.
The fact that he had dispatched his men was as good as saying Gok Ok was certainly hidden somewhere in Sichuan.
I stroked my chin thoughtfully.
“An intriguing rumor indeed. Sichuan… Sichuan, you say… It does seem worth verifying, as the Junior Prince suggests.”
“I’m relieved. I thought you might dismiss it as worthless information.”
“I’ll investigate first, and if anything seems suspicious, then I’ll act.”
I intended to concentrate all intelligence resources, including Ha Omun’s network, on Sichuan.
If what Seol Ha-yeon had heard was true, even the smallest detail would emerge, and then I could move accordingly.
I was growing weary of groping blindly in the dark.
At that moment, the firmly shut door suddenly burst open.
The one who committed such rudeness was Jin Myeong.
He glared at me sharply.
“Hey, what are you doing?! Aren’t we leaving? Let’s go!”
“Coming, let’s go.”
I rose from my seat under his impatient gaze.
Leading the three of them downstairs, I found soldiers and warriors already waiting outside the guest house, preparations complete for departure.
The carriage prepared for comfortable travel was larger than expected.
It seemed they had prepared the largest carriage available out of consideration for Seol Ha-yeon, as if anticipating she would return to the Jin Family with us.
Though he was reckless, he still handled matters well.
I boarded the carriage and smiled at Jin Myeong.
“You’ll hear about it when we return home.”
“Hmph! I’m not afraid of Father’s nagging. How many times have I heard it before?”
“No, I meant from your sister-in-law.”
Flinch!
In that instant, both of them flinched.
Jin Myeong squeezed his eyes shut as if remembering his wife, while Seol Ha-yeon’s eyes widened in utter surprise as she stared at him.
Her expression asked what those words meant.
Yet Jin Myeong, oblivious to everything, steadied his breathing and laughed.
“Ha ha, Soyeon has nothing to worry about. She said her only wish was to see me rest.”
“But she didn’t say just that, did she? And by rest, your sister-in-law surely meant rest with family.”
“Ahem…”
I climbed into the carriage and settled myself, crossing my arms.
From the way she was letting out groans, it seemed she had only just realized her own mistake.
“…Have you taken a wife?”
At that moment, Seol Ha-yeon’s eyes, still standing outside the carriage and gazing at me, trembled. As if she had heard something unbelievable.
Her gaze remained fixed upon me without wavering.
“Ah? Did I not mention it? Haha, I married long ago. She was born on the same day and year as me, so we grew up together, and somehow things turned out this way. Haha.”
“I caused an accident. At fifteen. Twin children, no less. How old are my nephews now…?”
“Ahem-! Enough of that!”
I spoke harshly and covered my mouth, yet there was not a trace of discomfort in my demeanor. Rather, as if recalling my wife had brought me peace of mind, my eyes softened and my expression relaxed.
That instant.
Crack-!
A grinding sound from somewhere.
With an intensity as if teeth were about to shatter, I glanced at Seol Ha-yeon in alarm.
“Are you well, my lady?”
“Yes… I am… quite… well.”
Crunch-
Her clenched fists seemed as though they would crush my very bones.
I shrugged my shoulders and offered a light smile.
Then suddenly, in that moment when I felt something amiss.
“Ah-.”
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo, who had flown away, crept back into my mind.
“Young Master-! Jin Gongja-!”
“We must go with you!”

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Whoooosh—
The wind that swept across was brutally fierce.
Massive trees swayed violently, and those that couldn’t withstand the force toppled over with deafening crashes.
It was as though a typhoon itself had descended upon the land.
Yet amidst this chaos, a solitary figure stood motionless.
As if the whirling debris meant nothing whatsoever.
Mo Ryeong-san, his Daoist robe pulled low over his brow, wore a faint smile.
His gaze fixed forward, the corners of his mouth stretched wide.
“Magnificent—truly magnificent! Ohohoho—!”
What filled his vision were none other than the Huncheon Gangsi.
There were so many that their numbers defied counting, and the potent death aura they emanated had withered every blade of grass and flower in the vicinity.
At the forefront stood Mo Yong-cheon.
Beside him was Sa Myeong-gyeom.
The Sword Emperor and the Snake Horn Sect Leader.
Merely beholding them filled one with reassurance.
These were the masterworks I had created.
The very foundation that formed the Child Horn.
So thoroughly satisfied with my creations was I that after laughing for a considerable time, I suddenly fell silent and gazed forward with an expressionless face.
Then.
“Go forth. Show those who blaspheme the Divine what heavenly punishment truly means.”
Rumble—
Countless Huncheon Gangsi engulfed the mountain.
They undulated like a black tide, and the stench of death spread upon the wind.
It was—
The overture announcing the end of an era.

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