The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 338

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 338

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The Moyong Family’s quarters within the Martial Arts Alliance.
Mo Yong-heon and the family members who had returned there exhaled deeply as the tension drained from their bodies, collapsing into seats scattered throughout the space.
Unable to articulate what they were feeling, not a single person dared to speak first.
Only a sense of utter bewilderment remained.
Even Mo Yong-heon sat perched on the edge of his bed, eyes clenched shut, tears streaming down his face. It was his uncle, Moryong Paeng—who had failed to become Family Head after being pushed aside by Mo Yong-cheon—who shattered this silence.
Crash—!
Unable to contain his fury, he slammed his fist against the table.
“Such humiliation…!”
His face flushed crimson, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
His clenched fists drew blood as his nails dug into his palms, yet he paid no mind, trembling with barely contained wrath.
Had he ever experienced such shame in all his years?
To kneel and bow his head before the Family Heads of the other Seven Great Families whom he had always looked down upon, and before the Masters of the Nine Sects—how could this be?
His anger transcended humiliation, boiling over within him.
“Uncle, what are we to do? Must we truly go to Luoyang? I cannot!”
“Neither can I. What wrong have we committed that we must apologize? The one who committed the crime was the Family Head….”
“And he did not even survive, did he? In such a gruesome manner! Surely that should be sufficient….”
The household members displayed their bewilderment, unable to accept the situation. As if their shameful display in the assembly hall were not enough, they were now being asked to kneel in the middle of the street and beg forgiveness?
It was utterly incomprehensible.
“It must be nonsense! Absolutely! The Alliance Master could not have ordered such a thing unless he had lost his mind. It must merely be for appearances….”
Moryong Paeng shook his head, denying the situation.
He desperately sought comfort in the belief that it was merely meant to appear as though punishment was being administered.
However, Mo Yong-heon interrupted him, shaking his head.
“I do not believe that will be the case.”
“What? What could you possibly know?”
“I may not understand everything, but I sense the atmosphere. If we do not apologize, the Alliance Master will truly render us powerless. And before that…the Jin Family of Luoyang will not remain idle.”
“Do not speak such useless words when you understand nothing. How many years have we spent supporting the Orthodox Martial Arts world? Over something so trivial….”
“Trivial though it may seem… it has crossed a line.”
Moryong Paeng fixed Mo Yong-heon with a piercing glare.
As if reproaching a child for talking back to an elder.
“Are you saying we must kneel in the marketplace and bow our heads!?”
“Yes! This is absurd. How can the people of the Great Moyong Family….”
As their harsh voices continued relentlessly, Mo Yong-heon squeezed his eyes shut once more. The ceaseless resistance pouring from them was deafening to his ears.
Finally, Mo Yong-heon sighed and rose to his feet.
“Then all of you should leave. Since my brother is not here, I alone must take his place. This is now an order from the Young Master.”
“What!? What do you think you can accomplish alone!?”
“I will offer my apologies on behalf of the Moyong Family.”
“…!”
Mo Yong-heon regarded his uncle with a resolute expression.
Mo Yong Paeng, who subtly extended his influence to control the clan.
Asking him to apologize when he desired the position of Family Head would fall on deaf ears.
Thus, Mo Yong-heon decided to step forward himself.
It was a position as Young Master that I would have to relinquish anyway.
If that were the case, casting aside my pride one last time for the clan’s sake was no difficult matter.
“Then I shall proceed to Luoyang, and Uncle, please return to look after the clan.”

Immediately after the matter at the Martial Arts Alliance concluded.
We moved at a leisurely pace toward Luoyang.
While the proximity of the distance played a role, Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo had both suffered considerable shock.
Given that they would have maintained close relations with the Moyong Family since childhood, I could not fathom how heavily the seal must weigh upon them.
Thus, our return journey was somewhat delayed.
As we rode toward the gates of Luoyang visible in the distance, Namgung Yeon, who had not uttered a single word about this matter until now, finally spoke.
As though a tension had been released.
“Do you truly believe the seal will be imposed?”
“It will be. I hear the Eighteen Arhats have already set out toward the Moyong Family. They were likely dispatched to anticipate conflict.”
“Ugh… How did it come to this….”
Paeng Dohan, listening, pressed his hand to his forehead.
With the Eighteen Arhats involved, the sealing of the Moyong Family’s gates was merely a matter of time. Should they resist, martial artists would be dispatched from the Alliance, and then it would not be a sealing but annihilation.
“It is the fruit of their own actions. They should consider themselves fortunate that it ends with a sealing. From the Alliance’s perspective, had they simply been left alone, the clan would have disappeared.”
“Disappeared… You mean the Moyong Family would perish?”
I nodded at Paeng Dohan’s words.
How many clans had grievances against the Moyong Family?
Especially with the fury kindled by this incident, a great calamity would have befallen them soon enough.
Stained with blood most deep.
It was Hye-myeong who prevented that.
By imposing punishment in the form of a sealing.
Moreover, Father would have seized the opportunity to tighten the noose further, and a powerless, impoverished clan like the Moyong Family would have been treated as beneath notice.
“Do you know why large and small sects and clans invoke justice and raise their blades to gather followers?”
“…Because they suffered such grievances, did they not?”
“No. It is because they desire the renown of having brought down the Moyong Family. And there is also the greed to seize that position for themselves.”
“These, these wretched bastards!”
The moment he heard this, Paeng Dohan poured forth his rage.
But it was not a matter worthy of anger.
Such occurrences happen frequently in places beyond the martial world, regardless of righteousness or evil.
“Then… does the Moyong Family not have but one choice?”
“Yes, to seek forgiveness and lighten their punishment as much as possible.”
“Will you really do that? That’s a place bound together by pride….”
I nodded at Namgung Yeon’s words.
Forever the second-in-command.
Bound so tightly by pride that they couldn’t endure it, they grasped the hand extended by the Demonic Cult, and because of that pride, Mo Yong-cheon and Moryeong Hyeok became what they are.
So while everyone thinks no one would do such a thing.
“You’ll see when you look.”
I passed through the gates of Luoyang with a small smile.
At that very moment, everyone gasped at the sight unfolding before their eyes.
Before the city gate where many had died, there stood a man.
Kneeling with his eyes tightly shut, he endured the torrent of curses pouring down upon him, his entire body drenched in blood from the stones flying at him.
Was that all?
The filth rising nauseously covered him so thoroughly that one couldn’t tell when it had been dumped upon him.
“You dog-like Moyong bastard-!”
Splash-!
Someone threw water at the man—no, at Mo Yong-heon.
Was it to wash away the filth?
No.
Simply because they couldn’t approach him due to the filth, they threw water to rinse it away.
Crack-!
The man who approached swung a club with all his might.
Blood streamed from the head that took the blow, yet Mo Yong-heon remained kneeling rigidly in that spot.
It was merely someone without martial arts knowledge swinging it.
There was impact, but not enough to kill.
However, those who witnessed it rushed forward in unison.
“My child! My child-! Because of you!”
“What did Father do wrong! Why did he have to return so miserably!”
Thud, thud, thud——
Fists crashed down and kicks followed.
Rotten filth and blood mixed together, spreading a metallic stench through the air.
The ground, mingled with someone’s groans and wails, became muddy and slick.
Wounds that would have already claimed the life of an ordinary person.
Yet the weight of their fury exceeded even that.
They swung until exhaustion, venting their resentment.
It was chaos.
Neither the onlookers nor those wailing were in their right minds.
Then.
“What are you doing-!”
Paeng Dohan’s rebuke tore through the air.
His voice, infused with inner energy, shook the ground, and dust trembled in the void.
In an instant, the people’s movements froze.
Those who had been trampling Mo Yong-heon came to their senses, their startled eyes fixed on Paeng Dohan.
“….”
Silence descended, leaving only the thick stench of blood and filth in its wake.
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo rushed toward Mo Yong-heon.
Already sprawled on the ground, writhing like a worm, his condition was beyond description.
Yet he refused Paeng Dohan’s touch, shaking his head.
“Please… leave, Brother….”
“What are you saying? Leave in this situation?! Do you really want to die?”
Paeng Dohan reached out roughly, seizing his collar.
He applied greater force, determined to drag this stubborn one away by any means, but Mo Yong-heon resisted and firmly pushed back.
“I’m… fine, Brother. There’s nothing wrong… Please don’t worry.”
“You crazy bastard…!”
Paeng Dohan knew well.
How weak and fearful Mo Yong-heon truly was.
Which is why, in this moment, it must be terrifying and frightening for him.
Yet his will remained unbroken, and Paeng Dohan spoke harshly, tears streaming down his face.
At this sight, Mo Yong-heon’s expression grew troubled, but he spoke the truth and shouldered the responsibility.
“The… powerless ones… left because of Father. I… must take responsibility in your stead… *cough*! It is my duty.”
Only then could the Moyong Family survive.
Mo Yong-heon swallowed his remaining words and offered a bitter smile.
Soon after, he straightened his posture and, looking around at the gathered crowd, cried out.
“I apologize, everyone! As the representative of the clan, I shall bear all responsibility. If your anger burns, strike me and spit upon me!”
Boom—!
Mo Yong-heon spoke forcefully as he drove his head into the ground.
In that instant, his forehead split open with an audible crack, and blood streamed down, yet he paid it no mind and remained motionless.
“You….”
Paeng Dohan tried to speak, but soon closed his mouth and, unable to bear the sight, led Eon Garyeo away.
I made no effort to stop those departing.
I simply gazed quietly at the gathered crowd, wearing a faint smile.
Yet was it because of my presence?
Not a single soul rushed toward Mo Yong-heon.
As if they were gauging the situation.
Then it happened.
Tap, tap—
The crowd stirred.
Cold footsteps pierced through the air thick with the stench of filth and blood.
It was Namgung Yeon.
A murderous gaze.
Frost glimmered in her eyes.
With each step she took, the crowd’s bodies instinctively retreated.
Standing before Mo Yong-heon, who knelt with his head bowed, it felt as though the vengeful spirits of the Namgung Family were standing upon my shoulders.
A prolonged silence stretched between us.
Even the wind held its breath.
“For the next fortnight.”
Her voice was low and resolute.
“Do not raise your head from that position.”
“Young… Master…”
“Do not speak.”
Fortnight.
At that single word, the lips of those gathered trembled.
None could mistake its meaning.
A sob erupted from someone, and the crowd’s weeping spread like waves.
Mo Yong-heon’s shoulders, as he knelt, began to shake slowly.
Namgung Yeon gazed down at that ruined figure for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes.
And she spoke as softly as the wind itself.
“I too… shall remain with you.”
As her words fell upon the earth, the very air trembled subtly.
It was not the completion of vengeance, but rather a ritual in which a woman buried her resentment.
I turned my horse’s reins.
Her eyes, now open, brushed against mine for a moment.
But I looked away.
This was her battle, and her path to salvation.
Clop, clop—
The sound of hoofbeats faded into the distance, leaving only Namgung Yeon’s resolve in Luoyang, stained with the scent of blood.

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