The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 370

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 370

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The Ami Sect’s sword formation, the Azure Smoke Lotus Array, was composed and measured.
They didn’t fall for the enemy’s tricks, responding with calm deliberation. Rather than leaving their positions to strike opponents, they prioritized defending their sect members.
Qingcheng, by contrast, operated differently.
They were aggressive.
Clang!
A Dark Sect disciple materialized in an instant, launching a surprise attack. I parried his blade and immediately pressed forward, closing the distance to strike in one fluid motion.
They were a tempest.
Once unleashed, they seemed ready to pour out their strength until it was exhausted.
That ferocious power made their intent crystal clear—to overwhelm in a single, decisive moment.
The Dang Family of Sichuan presented a complete contrast to both.
They were the Dang Family.
They observed carefully, watching all directions.
The moment the wind stirred, they all perceived their opponents’ movements and instantly repositioned themselves, beginning to tighten their encirclement instead.
“…!”
The cascade of hidden weapons fell like flower petals raining from the sky—their signature technique.
Anyone caught in that maelstrom would have no chance of survival.
At the center stood Dang Cheon-ro and Dang Chan.
Moving in perfect synchronization with the two men’s breathing, the Dang Family’s power completely sealed off the Formless Twenty-Four’s movements.
Indeed, the title of Sichuan’s overlords was no empty boast.
And—
Clang!
I turned my gaze to the side.
Yeon-un stood at the center, flanked by Namgung Yeon and Seol Ha-yeon.
The three of them had better chemistry than expected, easily deflecting the Formless Twenty-Four’s ambush attacks.
However, they were slightly slow in detecting the enemy’s presence.
“Ugh…!?”
Namgung Yeon recoiled in alarm as a blade came slashing down.
Seol Ha-yeon’s sword swung to cover the gap, striking the opponent back. As bitter cold erupted, freezing everything around them, a blade emerged from the darkness, drawing a black line through the air.
Yeon-un rushed forward, pushing Seol Ha-yeon aside to block the strike.
Screech!
“Be careful!”
The blade didn’t cut deeply into Yeon-un’s chest, but blood trickled from the torn fabric of his robe, proof that he had been wounded.
Yet he couldn’t cry out in pain.
In a situation where ambushes could come from anywhere at any moment, he couldn’t afford to lose focus.
“Aren’t you going to help?”
Chaeseoha, standing beside me, gazed at me with an anxious expression. In a situation where blades could rain down from anywhere, I had stepped back to observe, leaving my companions seemingly unprotected.
“This too is experience.”
I turned my head as I spoke those words.
As I swung my sword over Haryeon’s head, who stood blankly observing the situation, Chaeseoha gasped in alarm—
Screech—!
The Black-Robed Figure suddenly materialized from the void, their chest carved deeply open, and the assailant’s body collapsed absurdly to the ground, motion ceasing.
I narrowed my brow as I watched the blood-soaked figure fall.
“This wasn’t the situation I wanted.”
Making an enemy of the Dark Sect was a poor strategy.
It meant losing the method of utilizing Ma Un’s power.
However, since it could no longer be undone, the moment had come when I had to sacrifice one card as a consequence.
The instant I turned my gaze again, another Black-Robed Figure emerged from the darkness.
A perfect ambush.
I could assert with absolute certainty that if the dagger in their hand were swung, it would surely pierce my throat—such a flawless move.
However.
Thud—!
Suddenly, a hand wielding a dagger appeared from the void and drove it straight into the Black-Robed Figure’s skull.
As the eyes of the one who had appeared to exploit the perfect opening trembled violently and collapsed face-first, Chwiayeok, whose form flickered into view, retrieved the dagger and vanished back into the darkness.
“J-just now!?”
“We have one too—someone skilled in ambush. And moreover… an absurd individual who has learned the Sect Leader’s dagger technique.”
The concealment and attacks of the Formless Twenty-Four were undoubtedly superior.
However, there existed Chwiayeok—someone who, while their offensive power might fall short, surpassed them in concealment alone.
Merely by drawing their attention for a moment.
Thud—!
“Gack!”
They would fulfill their role.
The reason I observed calmly was because I believed this was the finest situation to accumulate experience for Chwiayeok.
Screech—!
The situation unfolded faster than anticipated.
Those who had struggled against the ambushes gradually adapted, and now they were even turning the enemy’s schemes against them, reversing the situation.
They were no longer a threat.
At that moment.
Tingle, tingle—
A bizarre sensation felt from somewhere.
I could see those with an alien yet familiar energy converging toward us.
Dark Sect Disciples pouring in from all four directions, not just one location.
“Family Head Dang! Enemies!”
“Is this the main force of the Dark Sect!?”
Dang Cheon-ro expanded his senses without pause, releasing his momentum.
He seemed to sense the energy of those approaching, his expression betraying bewilderment at the abnormal turn of events.
It felt completely different from the Dark Sect.
“W-what in the world is this… aura?”
Myeong Jeong and Cheong Do-sang felt the same way.
The malevolent energy grew stronger the closer the presence approached.
Perhaps sensing this, everyone’s complexion darkened.
This was different from the demonic energy that Dark Sect disciples emitted.
“Mo Ryeong-san!”
Crash! Crash! Crash!
I quickly turned my head.
At the same moment, countless corpses burst through the plum trees and surged forward.
I swung my sword toward the Huncheon Gangsi rushing at me with tremendous speed.
Screech!
A crescent-shaped sword energy shot forth in a straight line.
The bodies of those rushing forward without emotion were cleaved in half and collapsed, yet as if severed flesh meant nothing, they crawled forward on both hands and charged again.
“Young Master Jin! What are these things!?”
“They are the ones who attacked Luoyang.”
The moment I answered Dang Cheon-ro’s cry, everyone gasped in shock. They must have obtained information from the Meng, for they seemed to instantly recognize these as corpses.
Screech!
Cheong Do-sang and Myeong Jeong quickly stepped forward, moving their blades.
The moment they cut down the Huncheon Gangsi with practiced swordplay, the heavy force transmitted through their blades made both their expressions darken.
Like cutting through diamond stone.
That was surely what it felt like.
Just as everyone gritted their teeth and swung their swords with all their might.
“…!”
I couldn’t hide my shock at the strange energy I felt once more.
A seething aura like that of a wild beast.
The scent of predators emanating from all directions.
“Could it be?”
That was unmistakably the aura of Hojak.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sure enough.
“…!”
I couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight before my eyes.
The subordinates of Gang Cheonho.
The Hojak Warriors broke through the path created by the Huncheon Gangsi and rapidly advanced elsewhere.
Judging by the fact that they didn’t even spare a glance in our direction, they didn’t appear to have gathered to target me.
What proved this was that although the Huncheon Gangsi attacked us who blocked their path, many of them broke through and escaped as if that wasn’t their true objective.
I quickly turned my head to look at that.
Whoooosh!
A fierce, biting cold began to rise from somewhere.
From the moment Seol Ha-yeon sensed their presence, her eyes had begun to tremble, and now they remained fixed upon them, unblinking.
“Miss Seol—!”
It was Namgung Yeon who called out, his voice sharp and urgent.
He rushed forward, grasping her shoulder firmly, and shook his head with resolute determination.
As if commanding her to calm her emotions.
Perhaps because of this, Seol Ha-yeon’s violently surging aura gradually stabilized, her sharp expression softened, and she exhaled a long breath.
She appeared to have regained her composure.
“Th-thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”
Seeing this, I released a sigh of relief.
Mo Ryeong-san’s Huncheon Gangsi and Gang Cheonho’s subordinates.
With just these complications already muddling my mind, if Seol Ha-yeon were to lose control as well, the situation would spiral beyond recovery.
“Now that you’ve regained your senses, go assist them over there.”
I spoke hastily.
Only then did Namgung Yeon and Seol Ha-yeon’s gazes shift toward the Dang Family. They were breaking into cold sweat as they struggled against the Huncheon Gangsi, whose hardness rivaled diamond itself—despite Sichuan’s greatest martial sects and families gathering here.
At this sight, Namgung Yeon and Seol Ha-yeon nodded in agreement.
“What of you, Young Master?”
“I have… other matters to attend to.”
My furrowed eyes fixed upon one location.
The figures of the Hojak warrior and the Huncheon Gangsi departing from the hall.
They moved toward a single destination as if possessed of a different purpose entirely.
The fact that they ignored my very presence before them made it clear they pursued something far more important.
I did not know what that was.
Yet I could not let them pass.
I launched myself forward, pursuing them.
“I’m coming with you!”
In that instant, Yeon-un came rushing after me at full speed, cradling Haryeon in his arms. Seeing him deploy his lightness technique desperately, as if he believed staying with me was safer than remaining with the others, I furrowed my brow.
“Why are you following?”
“W-well, because you’re far stronger, Young Master…”
“So-ha’s side is the safest.”
“No, no—it’s your side, Young Master.”
Yeon-un shook his head as if he had no intention of backing down, drawing upon his power even more forcefully to keep pace.
He would not be separated.
In that moment, I felt such unwavering resolve.
I found myself laughing helplessly and shaking my head.
“You’ll soon discover that my side is the most dangerous.”
“Ha, but you’re the Young Master who slew the Sword Emperor himself. If your side is dangerous, then where under heaven could possibly be safe?”
I offered the warning, but he paid it no heed.
He merely gazed toward where the fierce battle still raged, smiled bitterly, and exhaled a breath of relief as we grew further from the scene.
I watched this for a moment before turning my gaze away.
I can’t afford to worry about Yeon-un right now.
The distance between me and those pursuing me had narrowed before I knew it, and upon spotting me, the Hojak Warrior’s eyes widened as he clenched his fists.
Screech—!
I severed his head and accelerated my pace.
Pursuing them methodically, I gradually reduced their numbers.
My blade flashed without pause, scattering blood with each stroke of sword light.
Screech—!

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This place existed somewhere beyond the Black Hawk Forest.
Yet, it was a location no one could find.
As Heo Baek set foot in this place, he found himself speechless at the sight before his eyes.
A massive iron gate stood before him.
The tightly sealed entrance radiated such overwhelming power that merely gazing upon it felt like bearing the weight of Mount Tai itself.
If one were to ask whether human strength could open it, the answer would be an unequivocal no.
This was none other than the entrance to the Great Cheonma Abyss.
The place created and sealed by the founder of the Dark Sect.
The trembling that wouldn’t cease even from merely looking at it confirmed beyond doubt that this place’s existence was no fabrication.
Whoosh—!
Heo Baek slowly drew his sword and gathered his energy.
His gaze fixed upon the center of the iron gate.
The spot where the image of the Divine Tree, symbol of the Dark Sect, was carved.
Toward that point, he unleashed his sword with all his might.
Boom—!
With a deafening sound, the earth itself trembled.
Wind swept forth like a tempest, and a cacophonous noise erupted from the iron gate where the force struck.
Rumble—!
As the sound spread like a tolling bell, Heo Baek watched with confident eyes, anticipating the gate’s opening.
Yet no matter how much time passed, the gate showed no change, and not even a hint of it opening appeared.
In that bizarre moment, Heo Baek’s expression hardened.
“Pfahahaha—! You think you can open the gate with something like that?”
“…!?”
“Ohohoho—! What a delightful spectacle. Does the elder command such subordinates?”
At the sudden voice, Heo Baek’s expression stiffened.
As his gaze turned toward the source of the sound, he saw figures standing before him, laughing.
Mo Ryeong-san, who carried bizarre malevolent energy.
Gang Cheonho, who possessed an aura surpassing even demons.
And… Chen Linghua, who commanded the wind itself.
Whoosh—!
What followed in view were the beings that trailed behind them.
Heo Baek’s eyes narrowed to slits.

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