The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 371

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 371

Heo Baek gazed upon those before him.
Mo Ryeong-san, Chen Linghua, and Gang Cheonho.
With the mightiest warriors of the Twelve Pavilions gathered in one place, cold sweat beaded in his palms from the overwhelming tension.
Yet their expressions remained serene.
As though this situation were nothing at all.
They simply laughed and chattered amongst themselves, much like common folk passing through a marketplace.
Which meant they harbored no tension whatsoever.
“Leader….”
“….”
At the quiet call from Deputy Leader Ham Cheol who had drawn near, I raised my hand.
My senses, which had begun to sharpen gradually, grew increasingly acute, allowing me to perceive the presence of every soul in this place.
Only then did I distinctly sense the auras of the Pavilion Masters.
The moment I realized there was no flaw in my own power, composure returned to my eyes.
“To deceive my senses and approach this far… remarkable indeed.”
“Krahaha! Look at this fool acting as though he’s something special! How could the likes of you deceive us? It’s simply that we allowed you to reach us.”
“….”
Gang Cheonho rolled his neck, loosening his muscles.
His footsteps as he slowly advanced were heavy and deliberate.
At the same moment.
The wind stirred and the air trembled.
Gang Cheonho’s form, which had been distant, appeared before my eyes in an instant, and sensing the flow from his extended fist, I hastily withdrew and swung my sword.
Shhaaak—!
Yet Gang Cheonho possessed keen senses as well.
He halted his movement at my sharp counterattack and leaned back slightly, allowing my blade to slice through empty air by the width of a single sheet of paper.
“Huh?”
Gang Cheonho laughed in disbelief at the sight.
Despite having an enemy before him, he turned his gaze away with ease, looking toward Mo Ryeong-san and Chen Linghua as he pointed at me.
“This fellow actually knows how to handle some skill?”
“Hehehehe, he learned from the old master, so what can you expect? More importantly, finish him quickly. I’m itching to see that bastard’s face.”
“Krahaha! What are you saying? I already claimed this one. I’ll kill this fool and then go see that bastard’s face myself.”
“Hehehehe—.”
“Don’t laugh—.”
Just as Gang Cheonho was about to respond to the laughing Mo Ryeong-san, something sharp caught his senses and he twisted his body.
Heo Baek’s subordinates unleashed their blades in unison, pressuring him and forming a sword formation.
It was no mere sword formation.
It was crafted solely to oppose those like him.
This was the reason Gang Cheonho’s brow furrowed.
“These bastards?”

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“Huff, huff… H-how much longer will this go on?”
I heard Yeon-un’s exhausted voice gasping from behind me.
From the tone of his voice, I could sense he was regretting having followed me, but there was no turning back now.
Screech—!
I severed the torso of one Huncheon Gangsi and soared higher, unleashing torrents of force in all directions.
The power spread out like a spider’s web, slicing through the opponent in an instant, and several bodies shattered and tumbled to the ground.
I furrowed my brow and turned my gaze.
“Young Master!”
Boom—!
Yeon-un’s cry didn’t even reach my ears.
My attention was drawn only to the sound echoing from far away.
Yet even from this height, I couldn’t discern what was happening or where.
It was as if there were a hidden place concealed within the dark plum forest.
As I moved forward without managing to relax my expression, Yeon-un, as if resigned, mustered his strength once more.
In that instant, the figures ahead began to disappear one by one.
Watching the number of enemies steadily decrease, I became certain that something unknown was hidden here.
I gripped the sword in my hand tightly and infused it with force.
As I felt the power condense to the point of bursting with energy, I heightened my senses to their maximum and began to perceive my surroundings.
The sensation of flowing wind became increasingly clear, and I felt it stretching toward somewhere.
Yet all I saw before my eyes was the dark plum blossom trees.
I was surrounded so densely by vegetation and rocks that I couldn’t even move forward.
I swung my sword fiercely toward that spot.
Whoosh—!
The sword cut through the air along with the wind, and simultaneously the space split open, revealing an entirely different landscape.
“What the—!?”
Hearing Yeon-un’s cry of shock, I threw myself through in one motion, and the landscape that had been filled with dark plum blossoms vanished from sight, leaving only a thick, lingering scent.
“L-look at that…”
What came into view then was—
Boom—!
Two beings exchanging blows without restraint.
Heo Baek and Gang Cheonho.
And watching them were Mo Ryeong-san and Chen Linghua.
Sect members raging as if waging war, and Heo Baek’s subordinates resisting against them.
The place was utter chaos.
“Eek!”
In that moment, Yeon-un’s complexion turned deathly pale.
It seemed they had recognized just how terrifying these individuals were simply from the aura they exuded.
That was when it happened.
“Jin—Cheon—u—!”
A resonant cry echoed from somewhere in the distance.
A shout so piercing it felt as though my eardrums might burst reverberated through the gorge.
The moment I lifted my gaze.
“Fall back.”
I sent a warning toward Yeon-un and Haryeon.
In that brief instant, Mo Ryeong-san materialized with bloodshot eyes blazing.
Kwaaang—!
A talisman and sword swung in collision.
To any observer, the talisman should have been torn to shreds, yet it held firm with ease as though forged from diamond, and the impact carved a massive crater into the ground where I stood.
What followed was a grotesque voice.
“Hehehehe—to think we’d meet here! You’ve chosen your burial ground well!”
“Though I must say, this place seems far too fine for the likes of you as a grave.”
“Ohohoho! This wretched brat doesn’t know his place!”
“An old grave-digger yearning for the scent of earth, it seems.”
Clang—clang clang!
Each collision of sword and talisman sent violent shockwaves rippling outward, the force shattering everything around us as debris scattered through the air.
I was barely managing to defend, yet he had not yet unleashed his full strength.
As I retreated and evaded the talisman.
A threat registered from behind me.
I quickly twisted my body and swung my sword.
Kaang—!
What met my blade was Heo Baek’s sword.
Our blades clashed and pushed against each other, and simultaneously Gang Cheonho and Mo Ryeong-san closed the distance, diving in.
“Don’t you dare lay hands on what is mine—!”
With Mo Ryeong-san’s shout, the talisman swung sharply down upon Heo Baek, while at the same moment a massive fist materialized before my eyes.
“Krahaha! It’s been a while, Jin Cheon-u—!”
Clang clang—!
A fist swung forth with a bestial roar.
As that unstoppable strike burrowed into my guard, I felt my innate qi draining away, and the world before me slowed to a crawl.
Shwaaak—!
I swung my sword to deflect Gang Cheonho’s fist.
Though his technique was blocked, he showed no concern, flashing a delighted smile.
Yet the situation unfolded in an unexpected way.
“Move aside—!”
Mo Ryeong-san carved through the gap and rushed toward me, and seeing this, Gang Cheonho threw a punch at him.
As raw power exploded outward, Mo Ryeong-san staggered back and the distance widened, but in that instant, a fierce white tiger’s claw raked through the air as though to shred his body to pieces.
Darkness pooled beneath Mo Ryeong-san’s feet as he sensed the power contained in that fist.
From within the massive circular darkness, countless grotesque figures emerged to form a wall, and Gang Cheonho’s force collided against it.
Boom—!
A force powerful enough to send even me, standing there, staggering backward.
As I dragged my feet across the ground, retreating for a considerable distance.
Screech—!
I confirmed the brief opening before me, rolled across the ground, and extended my sword to exploit my opponent’s vulnerability.
Heo Baek’s shoulder was lightly grazed.
He and I exchanged wary glances before both stepping back half a pace.
At the same moment, he flew into the air while I rolled back onto the ground.
“Ohoho—! Absolutely! You won’t escape!”
Mo Ryeong-san’s talisman unleashed a torrent of flames.
A fierce heat that seemed capable of melting even steel.
I acknowledged it and slowly regulated my breathing.
Feeling the frigid energy gathering at my blade, as I exhaled once more, my breath became visible despite the absence of cold around me.
And I drew it back in.
Like the biting chill I had once witnessed in the Northern Sea.
Whoooosh—!
“…!?”
As my sword swept through the air, it suppressed Mo Ryeong-san’s flames in one stroke and cut through them, the force undiminished as it continued onward.
The talisman, which seemed impossible to tear regardless of any effort, split cleanly in half and continued flying toward Mo Ryeong-san without pause.
“Ugh—!”
In that instant, a massive shadow figure surged up from beneath Mo Ryeong-san’s feet, only to be severed by the incoming force and collapsed helplessly.
I clicked my tongue lightly upon witnessing this.
So that was Mo Ryeong-san’s absolute defense.
A method of blocking damage by sacrificing those contained within his darkness.
“Filthy… cowardly bastard.”
I let out a hollow laugh, my brow furrowing.
Then, rolling my eyes slightly, I glanced to one side.
A woman observing both sides with her chin resting in her hand, as if bored.
Chen Linghua.
She rose from her seat with a long yawn and a stretch.
The situation was deteriorating into the worst possible scenario.

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Chen Linghua, the Deputy Leader of the Jin Family, watched the tedious battle unfold with growing restlessness. She wished they would finish more quickly, but Gang Cheonho and Mo Ryeong-san had begun squabbling over their prey.
Once these men’s blood was ignited, it rarely cooled.
The fight would undoubtedly drag on even longer, and worse, I found myself unable to predict what Jin Cheon-u and Baek Myeon-in might attempt in the chaos.
Finally, with a sigh, she rose to her feet and stretched.
“Mmmm—.”
Her small, delicate frame extended languidly as she loosened her muscles with fluid movements, then a faint smile crossed her lips as she took a step forward.
Shhhhh—
At that moment, wind began to sweep through the air.
The turbulent currents swirled around her, becoming blades that could sever anything and spears that could pierce all.
Was that all?
Her eyes perceived more.
In the midst of the fierce battle, she saw the exact moments when the wind brushed past each combatant.
Chen Linghua raised her hand lightly.
Whoooosh—!
In that instant, blood erupted from the bodies of the subordinates locked in melee. Friend and foe alike scattered across the ground, and every last one of them breathed no more.
“How tedious. I told you to keep it moderate.”
No answer came to her words.
Still absorbed in their four-way battle, her soft whisper could scarcely have reached their ears.
She furrowed her brow with a sigh.
The moment she began to raise her hand.
She saw something.
“….”
Chen Linghua’s complexion drained to an ashen pallor, and her fingers froze as though caught by invisible chains.
Ripples of disturbance spread across her eyes.
Like one who had witnessed what should never be seen.
Or as if she had beheld something that should not exist.
As she swallowed hard.
Shudder—!
Terror drained the strength from her entire body, and she collapsed as the wind flowing from her form was drawn away as though pulled by some unseen force.
Then.
The escaping wind wrapped itself around the massive iron gate.
The gate, which had seemed immovable no matter what was attempted, suddenly gleamed with an eerie light and began to flicker, and despite no one pushing it open, it commenced moving of its own accord.
Grooooooan—!
The tremendous sound seized the entire chamber in an instant.
Jin Cheon-u, Heo Baek, Gang Cheonho, and Mo Ryeong-san alike.
All froze mid-motion, staring at the impossible sight before them.
As the colossal gate swung fully open as if welcoming someone, a blood-crimson demonic aura began to pour forth from within.
As though the Great Demon himself yet lived.
A thousand years had long since passed, time enough for even bones to crumble to dust, yet the demonic aura that flowed out seemed like witnessing the very life force of one who had reached the pinnacle of the ultimate way.
In that moment.
Crash—!
“You bastard—!?”
Jin Cheon-u was the first to rush forward.
He charged ahead as if hesitation had never existed.
The others followed in his wake, all moving toward the interior.
Chen Linghua remained alone in her spot.
Thump, thump—
At the same moment, the sound of footsteps brushed past her.
The closer they drew, the more her body trembled.
With a pallid, sickly complexion, she kept her gaze fixed upon the ground.
The voice of the one who had passed her rang out.
“Young Master—! Come with us!”

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