The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 376

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 376

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Crunch—!
With a gust of wind, the beast’s claws descended without hesitation, and the monstrous figures, imbued with an eerie aura, shrieked as they charged toward the Great Demon King.
The force that swept through the hall was nothing short of a natural disaster—something that seemed impossible to achieve through human strength alone.
Boom—!
Yet the Great Demon King, facing three opponents, was equally formidable.
A being that transcended humanity.
The first man in the history of the Central Plains martial world to reach the ultimate pinnacle of martial arts.
True to his epithet as “First Among All Ages,” even while contending with the twelve corner lords, his movements carried a certain ease.
Gang Cheonho, who had been driven into the ground by the Great Demon King’s strike, sprang to his feet.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gleamed with ferocity.
A raging bestial aura engulfed his entire body, and the sharp golden gaze of a wild beast pierced toward the Great Demon King.
A sensation different from before.
Whoosh—!
In that instant, a gust of wind came rushing toward the Great Demon King’s arm, but as if he hadn’t missed even the slightest current, he sidestepped and swung his sword.
The crimson sword energy that erupted was vicious.
Descending in all directions, a force that seemed capable of tearing anyone to shreds.
Feeling the raw power of the Great Demon King firsthand, even Chen Linghua furrowed her brow.
“Are we… actually losing ground here?”
A single remark that escaped from the sheer absurdity of the situation.
A sense of emptiness washed over her.
The twelve corner lords who upheld Singyeo.
The strongest among them had gathered in this place.
No matter how much he was praised as “First Among All Ages,” she couldn’t believe he possessed such overwhelming strength to display ease against them.
“We, who feared and hid in this place, have fallen—and yet you dare—!”
Gang Cheonho unleashed a savage roar.
Though many revered the Great Demon King as a legendary figure, to them he was merely a defeated coward who had fled to this place out of fear of Singyeo and fallen into slumber.
Thus, being pushed back only fueled their rage.
Boom boom—!
The attacks of three people poured forth in succession once more.
Massive stone fragments scattered in all directions, and a violent tempest swept through the hall as if it would consume and tear apart everything in its path.
Countless talismans flew about, radiating heat, and the monstrous figures shrieking as they charged forward made one question whether this battle was truly unfolding in the mortal realm.
Yet the Great Demon King smirked.
His sword blazed crimson.
In the moment it was swung, a colossal force consumed everything.
A manifestation entirely different from when he faced Jin Cheon-u or Heo Baek.
It was as if it had merely been a jest back then.
“Damn it….”
“When that man moves, the wind reverses. As if….”
“Hehehehe, as if he were shattering the Five Elements themselves.”
Chen Linghua nodded at Mo Ryeong-san’s words.
It was not merely the wind.
Even Gang Cheonho’s White Tiger essence and Mo Ryeong-san’s killing intent proved ineffective against the Great Demon King.
To any observer, this did not appear to be an easy battle.
Because of this, the eyes of all three grew even sharper.
As if they would unleash their true power with greater intensity.
In the moment when the surrounding air surged and whirled once more.
Crack—!
With a bizarre sound, all meridians were severed.
The momentum of the three, and even the blood-red demonic energy that the Great Demon King had been unleashing, extinguished like candle flames in an instant, and the atmosphere of the hall grew still.
The Great Demon King’s eyes deepened.
Moreover, the twelve corner lords who sensed this shift also furrowed their brows and gazed toward one place.
Thud—
What appeared before their eyes was a single man walking in.
Despite standing before an entity that wrought heaven-shaking calamity, he approached with an expression so casual, as if merely taking a leisurely stroll.
He confirmed the Great Demon King once, then turned his gaze back to regard the three.
Then, Gwanbaek smiled faintly.
“Tsk tsk, how can you call yourselves the Twelve Corners if you cannot handle something so trivial?”
“Kugh!?”
At the sight of the young Gwanbaek, the three held their breath.
The moment they beheld him, an oppressive force that made them want to bow their heads.
A sensation as if they were meeting with the Divine itself.
Their bodies wanted to kneel of their own accord, but they endured through sheer willpower, standing firm on both feet and glaring at him.
As one would regard a mortal enemy.
Gang Cheonho bared his fangs in vigilance.
“I did not expect to see you here.”
“Hehe— your words are brief, Cheonho. Does Jiwol wish to go to your side?”
A low growl rumbled forth.
In that moment, Gwanbaek took another step forward, and Gang Cheonho retreated. Though he snarled with apparent hostility as if ready to fight, in truth he was but a frightened pup crushed beneath the weight of Gwanbaek’s existence.
Knowing this well, Gwanbaek merely laughed.
Then, he lightly turned his gaze and discovered the fallen Heo Baek.
“Tsk tsk— I warned him not to take that bastard’s words at face value… Yet in the end, he has moved this old body. Just as that bastard wished.”
Gwanbaek looked down at Heo Baek with displeasure evident upon his face.
His eyes were filled with anger and disappointment.
Heo Baek, lying motionless and unable even to writhe, could have his life snuffed out by nothing more than a casual gesture from him.
Heo Baek, who couldn’t even writhe while lying down, would have his breath taken away by just a light flick of his fingers.
But soon, I suppressed my anger with a sigh.
Slowly extending my fingers, I flicked them lightly, and Heo Baek’s body rose effortlessly into the air.
“I’ll take him with me. Do you have any objections?”
“…!”
No one spoke.
They instinctively sensed that they could not stand in my way.
However, was it different for one whose soul did not exist?
Ssshhk-!
The Great Demon King rushed forward, drawing forth crimson demonic energy.
The worn, chipped sword carried power that could split even mountains asunder, and it was swung to cleave Gwanbaek in two.
Yet.
Clang-!
“…!”
“Ugh!”
“This… this is impossible.”
A sword imbued with such overwhelming force that even three people could not withstand it.
Gwanbaek caught it with merely two fingers.
Only then did my indifferent gaze turn toward the Great Demon King.
“Am I amusing to you? Or do you simply lack fear?”
“….”
“What do you hope to accomplish with the Five Elements you haven’t even fully mastered?”
Gwanbaek smiled faintly and twisted the blade held between my fingers. In an instant, the sword tip began to spiral like a whirlwind, burrowing deeper and deeper inward, extending through the Great Demon King’s hand to their entire body before they could even evade.
The Great Demon King’s body twisted violently in an instant.
Crack- crack-!
Every organ and bone throughout their body twisted with violent sounds like a whirlwind, and soon the Great Demon King’s crimson demonic energy was drawn along my fingertips, becoming the blade itself.
Screeeech-!
The blade shows no mercy.
The Great Demon King’s contorted body was sliced to pieces and scattered, eventually pouring down like rain to the ground.
Among the fragments, a single Gok Ok rose into the air.
Seeing it emit a soft glow, Gwanbaek reached out.
Chill-!
“…!”
But suddenly, my movement stopped.
I quickly turned my gaze toward something, staring intently.
A gaze.
The sensation of someone watching.
The moment I felt it, Gwanbaek hastily withdrew my hand and took a step back.
“….”
A deep furrow formed between my brows.
Continuing to gaze toward some unknown place, my lips trembled slightly, then as if resigned, I steadied my breathing and took another step back.
His gaze turned toward the three of us.
“Fortune has favored you.”
At those casually uttered words, everyone flinched.
Yet they maintained their vigilance without pause, ready to throw themselves forward without hesitation should any unforeseen calamity unfold.
Gwanbaek observed their postures with a faint smile, and then—
dispersed like mist and vanished.
All that remained in that place was a single Gok Ok, bereft of its master.

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“Mmm—.”
I swallowed a groan and slowly opened my eyes.
My blurred vision gradually cleared, and my dulled senses returned one by one to their proper places, sharpening with each moment—and the first thing I saw was Chaeseoha.
“Where… am I?”
“You’re awake? We’re in a carriage. We’re on our way back to Sichuan.”
“…What happened?”
“I’m not entirely sure. When I opened my eyes, the scenery had changed, and the strange sounds and pressure had vanished… The Family Head of Dang urged us to return quickly, so we’re currently searching for a carriage to depart in haste.”
“…”
“Ah— the people from Sichuan left first in a hurry. Only we remain.”
Dang’s group, Cheongseong, and Ami had departed first.
Given that the Dark Sect had moved, they needed to inform the Alliance and hold a serious gathering among Sichuan’s martial artists.
Moreover, this incident.
The Huncheon Gangsi and Hojak Warriors could somehow be dismissed as Dark Sect disciples, but that immense power felt within the Black Plum Forest had been entirely unexpected.
A force that would strain even Gong Hwang Hye-myeong, let alone Mu-jin.
Having sensed that, they could do nothing but grow more tense.
I turned my gaze toward Namgung Yeon.
For matters like this, she was more reliable than Chaeseoha.
“What else occurred?”
“…Not long after you lost consciousness, an enormous aura was felt.”
At Namgung Yeon’s words, I nodded.
Though I had been unconscious, I too had sensed it.
My consciousness had dimly returned.
Blurred though it was, I even perceived Chaeseoha’s figure, coughing blood as she treated me.
The one who had unleashed that power was undoubtedly—
“Gwanbaek…”
“Who is that, sir?”
As I muttered without relaxing my furrowed brow, Namgung Yeon tilted her head in confusion.
But I did not answer.
I merely arrived at the conclusion closest to certainty.
No matter how the Great Demon King’s momentum pierced the heavens, compared to Gwanbaek, it fell far short—a figure whom even Gang Cheonho, Mo Ryeong-san, and even Chen Linghua could not oppose.
Had he stepped forward, I would have surely recovered not only Heo Baek but Gok Ok as well.
“I obtained nothing that I desired.”
I shook my head with a hollow laugh.
Though I had suffered tremendous losses, I had gained nothing in return.
If only I could have at least shattered Gok Ok to pieces, it would have brought some satisfaction, but even that remained unfulfilled, dissolving into illusion.
What remained for me was….
The Great Demon King’s sword path.
His movements.
How to overwhelm an opponent.
What is the sword of one who has reached the pinnacle of mastery?
That alone was all.
As I paused to contemplate this, I suddenly noticed the absence of someone from within the carriage.
“Now that I think of it, where is Yeon-un?”
“Ah, he is outside. Shall I call for him?”
At Namgung Yeon’s words, I turned my gaze.
Through the carriage window, I could see Yeon-un riding on horseback, cradling Haryeon snugly in his arms as she slept with her eyes gently closed.
Despite the violent jolting, the fact that the child had fallen asleep meant this journey had been considerably exhausting for her.
In that moment, I found myself smiling.
Noticing my gaze, Yeon-un looked toward me.
“Young Master!? Are you well?”
“I live thanks to you.”
“Th-thanks? Rather, it was because of me that….”
Yeon-un lowered his head with a guilty expression.
He had ignored my warning not to follow, and his life had hung by a thread. Moreover, because of him, he had become the very shackle binding my ankles—how could he not feel remorse?
Such feelings were plainly evident in his expression and eyes.
But now that my life was spared, I gave it no further thought.
Rather, it was precisely because Yeon-un supported me until the very end that I was able to escape that place, and as a result, I owed my life to him.
“No. Without you, Yeon, we would all have perished.”
“Ha, haha. I am grateful you say so. I, I will ensure such a thing never happens again….”
Yeon-un clenched his fist, steeling his resolve once more.
Eyes that disciplined his heart and burned with determination.
I gazed at him for a moment before speaking.
“I am counting on you.”
“Yes! Leave it to me!”
A smile of unparalleled brightness.
Taking that image into my eyes, I withdrew my gaze from the window.
Soon I leaned back against the seat and gently closed my eyes.
In that moment, a memory that had remained hazy came to the fore.
A solitary figure standing amidst a tempestuous gale, wearing a radiant smile.
As that form grew increasingly vivid, an exceptionally deep and luminous smile settled upon my lips.

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