The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 328

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 328

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“Something feels off.”
Chu Hyeongi, who had been sweeping the courtyard, sensed something amiss.
The smell carried on the wind was strange.
It seemed to contain the stench of blood.
One might wonder if someone in Luoyang was slaughtering pigs, but for the smell to be this pungent, at least a hundred would need to be killed.
Without realizing it, his brow furrowed.

Ahhhhhhh-!

From somewhere, a human scream echoed through the air.
The distance was so great that only someone with Chu Hyeongi’s keen senses could possibly hear it.
At the same time, the smell of blood continued to grow stronger on the wind.
Sensing something wrong, Chu Hyeongi’s expression hardened and he set down his broom.
His feet moved swiftly toward the separate residence.
“Hey! Hey-!”
When he burst open the door to Namgung Yeon’s room, several women had gathered together as if chatting.
Was it because he had suddenly opened the door to such a place?
Cold gazes pierced sharply toward him.
But that wasn’t the issue at the moment.
“Something serious has happened outside. The smell of blood is no joke.”
“Is that… truly so?”
“No, something terrible has definitely occurred. The only other time I’ve smelled blood this strong was in the Northern Sea.”
“…!”
The moment he mentioned the Northern Sea in front of none other than Seol Ha-yeon, the women’s expressions hardened one by one. Yet, sensing something was amiss?
They rose from their seats one after another.
Whatever it was, they would know once they checked.
Just as they hurried out of the separate residence and were about to leave the compound.
The inner courtyard was unusually noisy.
Just from seeing soldiers carrying torches moving about busily, one could easily infer that something unfortunate had occurred.
Chu Hyeongi, his brow furrowed, quickly followed the soldiers. The place they were heading was undoubtedly where the Family Head Jin Ga-muk’s office was located.
The moment he arrived at the inner courtyard, his eyes widened.
“…What in the world is happening?”
Chu Hyeongi, his expression bewildered, swallowed hard.
The front courtyard of the office.
There, not only Jin Ga-muk but also the core members of the three families and even the elders, who rarely showed themselves, had gathered.
Chu Hyeongi rushed forward and positioned himself before Jin Ga-muk.
“Family Head! What’s happened? Something’s occurred, hasn’t it?”
“…It appears someone has launched an attack on Luoyang.”
“Surely… This is war? War has broken out?”
An attack on Luoyang meant enemies had invaded, so naturally one’s thoughts turned to invasion by a foreign nation.
Martial artists could never orchestrate such an affair.
But Jin Ga-muk shook his head.
“No, that’s not it. From the circumstances, it appears to be the Sword Emperor.”
Jin Ga-muk narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
Synthesizing the information he’d heard from the inspector general, it seemed that Mo Yong-cheon, unable to forget past grievances, had gathered his followers and launched this assault.
What was alarming was that he wasn’t targeting only the Jin Family of Luoyang, but was committing slaughter against all of Luoyang—as if he were trying to pin all responsibility for what had transpired onto Jin Cheon-u.
“…Then what of the Young Master?!”
“I heard he’s holding the line at the city gates.”
The moment those words reached his ears, Chu Hyeongi bolted from the hall with reckless speed.
Simultaneously, Namgung Yeon and Seol Ha-yeon followed in his wake, and Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo, who had arrived moments before, departed without hesitation.
Jin Ga-muk, watching them depart, furrowed his brow.
“Send forth all of the three families’ finest warriors, including the Twin Banners. They must hold the line, no matter what.”
“Yes!”
Despite the forceful affirmation of these men, Jin Ga-muk’s heart found no peace. If everything he’d feared was truly happening, what he now faced was the Sword Emperor Mo Yong-cheon.
And the followers who served him.
However formidable the Jin Family of Luoyang’s warriors might be, could they truly compare to such beings?
Countless lives would surely be lost.
The weight of the orders he issued felt profoundly different from any other time.
In the moment a deep sigh escaped his lips—
Jingle—
A bell chimed.
That brief sound froze the air itself in an instant.
Jin Ga-muk, unable to hide his bewilderment at this inexplicable situation, turned his gaze—
“…!”
“Ohohoho—.”
There stood a Taoist priest wearing an inverted Taoist robe.
Dozens of talismans dangled from his waist, and in one hand, a bell—the source of that earlier sound—jingled softly.
Moreover, his complexion, barely visible in the darkness, was so devoid of vitality that one could not believe him to be human.
Jin Ga-muk’s eyes turned sharp and piercing.
“Who are you? Unauthorized persons cannot be in this place.”
Clang clang clang—!
In an instant, the warriors drew their swords.
Yet their expressions darkened at the ominous aura that emanated.
“This is a calamity. A calamity must surely… bring the greatest suffering, must it not? Ohohoho—.”

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Clang—Crash!
The moment I swung my sword, another Huncheon Gangsi flew at me, hurling a fist. As the powerful strike erupted with tremendous force, the ground caved in, creating a massive crater.
I stood at its center, swinging my blade without flinching.
Screech!
The sharp blade, imbued with cold energy, carved through the hardened flesh. In one motion, I bisected one creature and sent it flying, then immediately sensed three more charging and moved again.
My sword cut through the steadily falling rain, flashing brilliantly. The line created by the blade sliced through the air with unmatched sharpness, severing the heads of three creatures.
The final death rattle? The shriek of one approaching death?
No such thing existed.
Only the stench of rotting flesh remained.
Without even a spray of blood, the heads tumbled to the ground, yet the bodies writhed as if proving they still lived.
“Stubborn things!”
My sword flashed again, drawing lines through the air, and the thrashing bodies scattered into pieces.
Only then, watching them finally cease moving, could I understand how terrifyingly resilient the Huncheon Gangsi truly were.
But now, what was more frightening than even cutting them down was this:
Rustle, rustle!
The endless stream of them pouring toward me.
“This is driving me mad, truly.”
No matter how much I cut, there was no end, and even as I desperately tried to escape the area, a few kept clinging to me.
As if they had no intention of letting me slip away.
While such a situation would normally be nauseating, the only thing that escaped me was a hollow laugh—because I had experienced something similar once before in the past.
Of course, their numbers were far fewer than back then.
Screech!
Recalling that time, I swung my sword once more.
I bisected one creature’s body, leaped over it, and scattered my blade energy.
A crescent-shaped sword force shot forth, slicing through the creatures, but the fallen bodies writhed and surged toward me, while the intact ones closed the distance by pushing off the ground.
Utter chaos.
Just as I was about to furrow my brow and move my sword again—
“Young Master!”
A familiar voice suddenly pierced my ears from somewhere.
At the same moment—
Crash!
An enormous force swept through, instantly sending all the creatures surrounding me flying.
Only then could I finally catch my breath.
“What… what is this, exactly?”
“Huncheon Gangsi.”
“…Huncheon Gangsi?!”
Chu Hyeongi’s eyes widened in shock.
And he was not alone in this reaction.
The others, seeing them for the first time, could not hide their bewilderment.
In fact—
Swhiiiing!
Namgung Yeon’s sword slashed through the air but failed to properly cut through their bodies, sliding past them instead, and when Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo rushed in to unleash their attacks, it proved far from easy.
Boom—!
Chu Hyeongi’s formidable strength also dealt blows, crushing bone and flesh, yet such things seemed utterly trivial to these creatures.
I offered a bitter smile.
“Do not attempt to defeat them individually. At your level, you will only stand a chance if you coordinate your attacks.”
“Huh?!”
“…”
“More importantly, what is the situation at the Sega? Have there been any intruders?”
“Yes! The Family Head has sent skilled warriors there, centered around the two flag bearers.”
I furrowed my brow in silence.
Even if they were the elite of the Sega, if their opponent was a Huncheon Gangsi, they would merely be throwing themselves into hellfire.
However—
“Gahhhhh!”
“Cough!”
I could at least evacuate those dying here.
It was merely that much, but if the situation concluded, those who survived would believe they had benefited from the Jin Family’s grace—not a bad outcome.
The problem was that if this happened, there would be no one left to protect the Sega.
As I was considering this for a moment.
“…!”
I quickly began surveying my surroundings.
Nothing.
Mo Ryeong-san was nowhere to be seen.
Despite stretching my senses to their limit and searching thoroughly, he felt as if he had never existed from the start.
The one who orchestrated this situation to inflict punishment—he does not even watch it?
It did not align with Mo Ryeong-san’s nature as I knew it.
“Surely not?!”
I quickly turned my head to gaze toward where the Sega lay.
What he desired was something that would cause me the greatest anguish until my final moments. That would be the ‘punishment’ he conceived.
Then what should I target in this current situation?
Something that would inflict the greatest pain upon me.
My family, nothing else.
He would surely know that I am desperately striving to protect them, making it a perfect move.
“You all hold this position.”
“Young Master, where are you going?!”
“I am returning to the Sega.”
“…!”
In that instant, Chu Hyeongi’s eyes widened sharply.
You surely understand what it means for me to go in this situation.
Because of this, everyone in the room nodded silently. Soon after, I threw myself forward to face the Huncheon Gangsi pouring in from all directions.
“Safe travels— Hyaaah!”
Crash crash boom—!
Chu Hyeongi’s brute force, swung without restraint, erupted violently and pushed back the incoming Huncheon Gangsi in an instant. Simultaneously, Seol Ha-yeon’s sword cut through the opening with unmatched speed, freezing them solid, and Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo moved to shatter them.
“Excellent! This should work!”
Confidence bloomed in the expressions of those who witnessed the Huncheon Gangsi shattering and breaking apart.
I watched it for a moment, then quickly pushed off the ground.
“Mo Ryeong-san….”
Crack!
The moment his face came to mind, my teeth ground together involuntarily.
He was a man whose hobby was playing with corpses.
The anxiety continued to seep in—the fear that perhaps he would kill my family and turn them into Huncheon Gangsi to mock me.
He was certainly capable of such a thing.
Thus, as I accelerated further and pressed forward at greater speed.
Flash—!
Suddenly, light flickered before my eyes.
The moment I saw it, I realized.
What I had forgotten amidst the sudden onslaught of Huncheon Gangsi and Mo Ryeong-san.
Screech—!
As I twisted my body urgently, my collar was sliced open in a long tear, and simultaneously, someone’s hand clawed forward viciously, attempting to seize my throat.
I rolled backward in an instant.
Slash—!
At the same time, I felt a hand brush past my neck, regained my stance, and caught sight of the two figures before me, letting out a hollow laugh.
“Right, I had completely forgotten about you two.”
I gazed forward with a hollow laugh.
Sa Myeong-gyeom, whose eyes were cold and devoid of any vitality, stared at me.
Beside him stood the Sword Emperor, Mo Yong-cheon, his gaze fixed upon me with an aloof dignity, yet strangely unlike Sa Myeong-gyeom—his eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
The Sword Emperor Mo Yong-cheon’s pupils gleamed.
As if a wandering soul had returned to its vessel.
“With no time to spare… this is troublesome.”
Then ultimately, there was only one thing I could do.
Drawing upon greater power, a fierce gale began to whirl madly, and as I channeled it into my sword, an even more refined and razor-sharp blade sang out ferociously.
Whoooong—

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