The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 337

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 337

Jeongdo symbolized the martial world itself.
It was none other than the Martial Arts Alliance headquarters, firmly established in Jeongju.
Standing with overwhelming grandeur and unwavering resolve, it resembled an impregnable fortress that seemed incapable of collapse under any circumstance.
That steadfastness fortified the hearts of martial artists everywhere.
Yet in recent times, as bizarre incidents continued to unfold, trust had plummeted, and the expressions of the Alliance’s martial artists were far from pleasant—all because of what Muyong Jungcheon, the Sword Emperor once called one of Jeongdo’s Three Sovereigns, had wrought.
Even after a month had passed, the shock had not easily faded, for the one who had turned Luoyang into a sea of blood was none other than Muyong Jungcheon, who had once been called one of Jeongdo’s Three Sovereigns.
The atrocities committed by one whom they had once served and revered seemed to linger in their hearts, refusing to be erased.
I surveyed them all and spoke.
“The atmosphere seems…?”
“They’re all feeling a sense of responsibility, I’d say.”
Even Paeng Dohan felt the heavy weight of the mood.
“In any case, let’s hurry. We need to find out what this is all about and why they’ve been so insistent.”
At Eon Garyeo’s words, I nodded and quickened my pace.
As I moved swiftly forward, I noticed several people recognizing my face, their eyes widening in surprise. Some whispered among themselves in hushed tones.
Given the renown of the Sword Emperor Muyong Jungcheon, I too had naturally become famous for striking him down.
As I paid attention to the piercing gazes and murmuring voices while moving even faster, I soon arrived at the firmly closed main gates of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Whether it was because of Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo, or perhaps they had received advance notice, the gatekeeper confirmed our arrival and opened the tightly sealed gates without asking a single question.
“You should head to the great conference hall.”
I nodded at the gatekeeper’s words and proceeded forward.
The mere fact that we were being summoned to the great conference hall made it clear that something extraordinary had occurred.
Perhaps they had discovered something about Singyeo?
With various thoughts swirling in my mind, I arrived at the conference hall.
The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, I felt the weight of countless gazes upon me.
“Amitabha—welcome, my friend.”
Hye-myeong, seated at the head position, greeted me warmly.
I bowed lightly and turned my gaze to the side.
I had intended to greet Mu-jin, but he sat with his eyes firmly closed, showing no sign of opening them—whether in meditation or otherwise.
“You two, come over here.”
At that moment, another voice rang out.
It was none other than the Family Heads of the Paeng and Eon families.
At their words, Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo quickly moved to stand beside them, while I scratched my head and turned my attention back to Hye-myeong.
“Come this way. We’ll have another guest arriving shortly.”
“Another guest? Who else is coming?”
“Indeed.”
At Hye-myeong’s words, I nodded and carefully moved forward, leading Namgung Yeon with me.
Standing between Hye-myeong and Mu-jin, behind them, I spotted a familiar face.
It was none other than Cheongdam.
He waved his hand lightly in a welcoming gesture.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“What is this about?”
“You’re in quite a hurry. Just wait a moment. Soon enough, you’ll understand without even asking.”
Frowning at his cryptic words, I turned my head.
Only then did I notice the expressions of many people inside the conference hall—their eyes and faces carried an inexplicable heaviness.
Bewildered by the incomprehensible situation, I furrowed my brow and turned my gaze toward Namgung Yeon, who stood beside me looking intimidated.
“Straighten your shoulders. No one’s going to devour you.”
“Yes, I understand. It’s just… this is my first time in such a situation, so I’m a bit nervous…”
The Martial Arts Alliance Leader Hye-myeong and Taehwang Mujin.
With the sect leaders and family heads of the major factions that led the Martial Arts Alliance gathered here, the subtle pressure emanating from their presence had made her shrink back.
I gently patted her back.
Startled by the sudden touch, Namgung Yeon straightened her hunched posture, and soon regained her composure, squaring her shoulders.
“Get used to it. You’ll experience this many times in the future.”
“Yes!”
As Namgung Yeon answered with a slightly louder voice, steeling her resolve, the gazes of everyone present turned toward her.
As a result, her complexion grew even paler.
Yet, drawing courage from my words, she displayed a confident expression and gaze, then calmly looked ahead as if nothing had happened.
And at that moment.
Creak—
The door opened and Jegal Daewun entered.
“Sect Leader, the invited guest has arrived.”
“Let them in.”
Upon announcing the arrival of the expected guest, Hye-myeong nodded. As his weighty words spread through the hall, Jegal Daewun opened the door once more.
“I see.”
Watching the dozen or so figures entering, I understood why so many had been summoned.
The Moyong Family.
Muyong Jungcheon’s death and the disappearance of Moyong Hyeok.
Therefore, the remaining clan members had come in their stead.
Standing at the center of the dozen figures was none other than Mo Yong-heon, Moyong Hyeok’s younger brother.
Intimidated by the piercing gazes directed at him, he swallowed hard, then stepped forward cautiously, his body trembling as he clasped his fists in salute.
“I am Mo Yong-heon. It is truly an honor to meet you, Sect Leader, and the esteemed ones.”
“Amitabha—do you understand why we have summoned you?”
“Yes… I do. However, we are truly unrelated to this Luoyang incident. We… never imagined Father would commit such acts. This is the truth! Please believe me!”
Mo Yong-heon pleaded desperately, as if spilling out the truth.
Other matters could be glossed over one way or another, but this Luoyang incident was a situation that could not be concealed no matter what. Innocent civilians had been slaughtered.
Therefore, Hye-myeong had summoned the Moyong Family to put an end to the Luoyang incident.
“Then how does the Moyong Family intend to resolve this matter?”
“Resolve, you say… If we had money, we would use it, but we are already selling off our personal possessions just to survive… Please, I beg you to understand the Moyong Family’s circumstances.”
At Mo Yong-heon’s words, sighs erupted from various corners of the hall.
The Moyong Family, once called the Number One Sword Sect and rulers of the Central Plains, had fallen into ruin. Until I heard it with my own ears and saw it with my own eyes, it hadn’t truly sunk in—but now, witnessing it firsthand, the devastation was beyond words.
Even Namgung Yeon, who had taken in all of it, shut his eyes tightly.
“Does that mean the Moyong Family has no way to resolve this situation?”
“I… I apologize.”
Murmurs began to spread throughout the hall.
Whispers rippled from every corner.
Everyone knew the saying that even if a family’s fortune is lost, its legacy endures for three generations.
But watching Mo Yong-heon’s desperate expression, I could clearly sense that even putting food on the table and clothing their bodies had become a struggle.
How had they come to this?
The Jin Family of Luoyang.
My father’s handiwork, nothing less.
Like slowly draining life’s blood, like dropping a single drop of water onto parched, cracked lips—the cruelty of it all came to mind.
Mo Yong-heon, who could not possibly be unaware of this, suddenly fixed his gaze upon me.
He seemed desperate to release his frustration.
The moment I met his eyes directly and a cold smile played at my lips.
He suddenly stepped forward and fell to his knees.
“Young Master! Jin Gongja! Please, I beg you, save us! If this continues, we will all starve to death!”
Mo Yong-heon’s shoulders trembled as his words choked with emotion.
He seemed unable to discern whether his shame at kneeling came from humiliation or from fear.
“Why are you asking this of me?”
“Isn’t it the Jin Family’s doing? You blocked the goods and raised prices, and the merchants we dealt with turned their backs. No one… no one will buy from the Moyong Family anymore! Sob…!”
Mo Yong-heon looked at me with eyes that seemed ready to shed tears at any moment, as if possessed by the will to prevent the family’s destruction by any means necessary.
For that purpose, he did not hesitate even to kneel.
“I will accept the scorn that comes from what my father has done! The Moyong Family will bow its head in repentance and will not raise it again. So… I beg you, Young Master! Please save us.”
The words that fell from Mo Yong-heon’s lips left everyone in shock. The pride of the Number One Sword Sect had been cast aside—his expression and tone were those of one who had abandoned it all.
Only the tears of one desperate to survive remained, and they were truly pitiful to behold.
Because of this, all eyes turned toward me.
As if deeply curious about what conclusion I would reach.
I felt their gaze and looked past Mo Yong-heon.
While the direct heir knelt and begged for forgiveness, the others stood rigid, their eyes merely glistening with unshed tears.
A bitter smile played at my lips once more!
“Please, Young Master! Save us!”
Those who sensed something amiss followed Mo Yong-heon’s lead, falling to their knees and bowing their heads to the ground.
That was when the shock rippled through the hall.
Everyone held their breath, unable to hide their astonishment.
Those who had stood so rigidly now knelt with bowed heads.
Yet I remained far from satisfied.
I continued to smile faintly at the corners of my mouth, regarding Mo Yong-heon, who could be called the family’s representative.
“If one wishes to strike another and receive forgiveness, the first thing that should come from that mouth is not a plea for mercy… but an apology.”
“…!”
“Furthermore, shouldn’t your apology be directed not toward me, but toward the dead people of Luoyang?”
“That, that is…!”
“You’re comfortable kneeling in front of these esteemed martial artists of the realm and crying for your lives to be spared, but you object to this?”
“….”
“If they curse you, you listen. If they throw stones, you take them. That is your atonement for what Muyong Jungcheon has done. Do you understand?”
“…!?”
“First, resolve that matter. Then I will reconsider.”
My resolute words hung heavy in the air, and the atmosphere grew oppressive.
Because of it, every member of the Moyong Family trembled.
At the same time, I could see the faces of those bowing their heads turn slightly to the side.
Mo Yong-heon clearly lacked the influence that Moryeong Hyeok had wielded to control the family, so someone else must be the true power.
It was obvious that person had orchestrated this situation.
I could see him clench his fists tightly.
But then, hearing a voice, he flinched and swallowed hard.
Taehwang Mujin, who had been sitting as if asleep, slowly opened his eyes at that moment.
“Even I think the Jin Family’s young one speaks correctly. What you must do first is go to Luoyang and seek forgiveness. Not here.”
“Amitabha—even the Sect Leader shares this view. Of course, even if you do so, the deep wound you’ve inflicted upon the Jeongdo martial realm remains unchanged.”
With those words, Hye-myeong’s gaze turned toward the Moyong Family.
A chilling pressure bore down heavily upon their shoulders.
“Moreover, this gathering is a place to inquire into your crimes and determine your punishment, not a place to beg for your lives.”
“…!”
At Hye-myeong’s words, Mo Yong-heon’s head snapped up. As if hearing something unbelievable, he stared at Hye-myeong with trembling eyes, swallowing hard.
“The Moyong Family shall be sealed for one hundred years. However, if you seek atonement as the Jin Family’s young one has said, activities may be permitted as an exception with the Alliance’s approval.”
“S-Sect Leader?!”
The man suddenly lifted his head and cried out, looking around desperately. He gazed pleadingly toward those with whom he had close ties, begging for forgiveness for his family, but everyone present turned away and averted their gaze.
This is the current plight of the Moyong Family.
I smiled faintly and nodded at the decision Hye-myeong had rendered.
“Perfect.”
Sealed, yet with an exception for those seeking atonement.
This meant they could be permitted to conduct activities for their livelihood, making it a condition that was far from unfavorable in the current circumstances.
The only difficulty lay in seeking forgiveness in Luoyang.
Whether they could accomplish that or not determined the fate of the Moyong Family, leaving them with only one choice.
“Now, withdraw.”
Following Hye-myeong’s firm command, no one dared speak. Even Mo Yong-heon, with his head bowed, shed tears while biting his lips.
The weight of a hundred-year seal must have pressed heavily upon them.
Even if that were lifted after several years, there would be no place for the Moyong Family within the Martial Arts Alliance.
I watched them shuffle out of the conference hall with drooping shoulders.
They had clearly suffered a tremendous shock—their steps lacked strength, and their bowed heads scarcely lifted.
I turned my gaze toward Namgung Yeon.
Her eyes shone with an extraordinarily brilliant light.

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