The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 40

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 101

“Young Master! Are you alright?”
Chu Hyeongi, who had been rushing toward the inn, felt Jin Cheon-u’s body hanging limply against his back as he cried out.
Urgency was evident in his expression and voice, illuminated by the moonlight.
Though he hurried forward, he couldn’t understand why the distance to the inn felt so impossibly far compared to when he’d arrived.
“Young Master!”
“I’m… fine.”
Then came Jin Cheon-u’s voice, weak and hollow.
Since the moment he’d met Jin Cheon-u until now, much had transpired, but he had never heard such a lifeless tone from him before.
Chu Hyeongi’s hands clenched into fists as he ran.
“Who did this to you, Young Master? Should I go settle the score right now?”
“Ha ha, they were strong, I’ll give them that.”
Laughter emerged, but it still carried no strength.
As the fading voice reached his ears, Chu Hyeongi gritted his teeth even harder.
All of this felt like his responsibility.
He trained in martial arts to stand beside Jin Cheon-u, but his skill fell far short, preventing him from being there when it mattered.
Today’s events had unfolded because of that shortcoming.
Had there been two of them, perhaps they might have prevailed.
“I’ll become stronger! I won’t complain anymore! So please, please don’t die! Waahhh!”
Chu Hyeongi cried out, tears streaming down his face.
Jin Cheon-u’s condition was grave enough to overwhelm his emotions.
Even from what was visible on the surface, what of his internal injuries?
In Chu Hyeongi’s eyes, Jin Cheon-u now resembled nothing more than a candle flickering out.
Thus, Chu Hyeongi’s anguish could not be fully expressed even by the phrase “one’s heart crumbles.”
Did he sense such feelings?
Jin Cheon-u’s voice emerged, having been silent until that moment.
“So I’m dying… and only now do you mature.”
“Stop it! Don’t say such things! I swear I’ll save you no matter what happens, Young Master!”
Perhaps because he’d heard such admirable words?
A small, faint laugh escaped.
“Don’t worry. I absolutely will not die.”
A whispered voice came, as if saying ‘Because Chaeseoha is here,’ but Chu Hyeongi couldn’t bring himself to dwell on it.
He simply pushed his legs to move faster.
The inn, which had seemed so distant, now loomed before his eyes.
Chu Hyeongi kicked the door open as if to shatter it and rushed inside, paying no mind to the innkeeper’s startled gaze as he bolted toward the annex.
“Physician! Physician!”
He burst through the door, calling out as he reached where Chaeseoha was.
Chaeseoha, who had been watching Chu Hyeongi rush in, caught sight of Jin Cheon-u on his back and immediately sprang to her feet.
“Young Master?!”
Chaeseoha rushed forward in shock.
His entire body was drenched in blood.
Without even removing his clothes, I could tell how grave his condition was.
There were countless sword wounds across his body, and his internal injuries were equally severe.
Though he was still breathing, the sound was so faint that it wouldn’t have been surprising if it stopped at any moment.
As she hurriedly prepared the bed and looked toward Jang Chuchyeong, he carefully lowered Jin Cheon-u onto the mattress.
Riiip—!
In that instant, Chaeseoha’s hands moved urgently.
She tore through his clothes without hesitation.
As his bare form was revealed, she quickly opened her mouth.
Saving him immediately was what mattered.
“Prepare hot water, please.”
“Ah, understood. But Young Master—”
“Hurry!”
The anxious Jang Chuchyeong, his face ashen with worry, tried to ask further, but Chaeseoha sharply commanded him to go.
Only then did Jang Chuchyeong snap to attention and rush outside.
Chaeseoha’s hands began moving swiftly.
First, she wiped away the blood with muslin cloth.
The wounds were worse than I had anticipated.
I was certain that if he were an ordinary person, his breath would have stopped the moment he was cut.
But that wasn’t all.
His organs were damaged, and I could see blood pooling within.
Bite—
Without realizing it, she bit her lip and turned her head to search for medicinal herbs.
Then.
Suddenly, Jin Cheon-u, who had been holding his breath, extended his arm and grasped her wrist.
“Young Master?”
“Just make it look as intact as possible… that’s all.”
“What?”
“By tomorrow morning… I need you to make it so anyone would think I can walk around perfectly fine.”
“…!”
At those words, Chaeseoha stared at Jin Cheon-u with a bewildered expression.
His condition was so critical that any ordinary physician would call him a corpse upon sight. Making him walk by morning was impossible.
And he was asking her to make him merely appear fine?
Unable to comprehend his meaning for a moment, Chaeseoha gazed blankly at him as he smiled faintly with a bloodless face.
“Tomorrow… I think I’ll need to meet someone.”
“Are you insane? How can you say such things in this state?”
“I believe… that you can do it.”
As those words ended.
Jin Cheon-u’s eyes closed smoothly.
In that instant, the startled Chaeseoha checked his pulse, and she felt it beating.
Only then could Chaeseoha release a sigh of relief.
Judging by his words, he seemed to have no intention of dying.
She shook her head gently, her gaze turning toward one side.
Then the figures that entered her view.
Namgung Baek and Namgung Yeon.
The two of them, startled by something, watched this scene quietly with their eyes wide open.
“…What on earth… is happening here?”
“What do you mean? Our young master must have caused quite a commotion.”
At Chaeseoha’s words, Namgung Baek swallowed hard.
His trembling eyes rolled about before finally fixing on Jin Cheon-u’s chest.
There, a mask that had slipped halfway down was visible.
Namgung Baek was engulfed in a shock that nearly took his breath away.
He understood all too well what that meant.
In the end, all those situations he had thought were dreams were reality, and he could now perfectly comprehend the true identity of Pyo Hyeong-geom, who had made Moryeong Hyeok that way.
The same was true for Namgung Yeon beside him.
With eyes filled with complicated emotions, the feeling of not knowing what to do was laid bare across his expression.
At that sight, Chaeseoha smiled faintly.
“I can see exactly what you’re thinking. If you wish to tell someone about the young master, go ahead. Only… if you can handle the consequences.”
“…!”
Chaeseoha did not look at the two men’s expressions.
She simply moved her hand and inserted needles into Jin Cheon-u’s body.
Then the blood that had scarcely stopped began to cease at once.
At that moment, Namgung Baek’s trembling voice was heard.
“Then, was it really… the young master who made Moryeong Hyeok that way? What on earth was the reason…?”
“There must be something we don’t know. He’s not the type to do such a thing to a perfectly fine person for amusement. And even now….”
Chaeseoha glanced out the window.
The loud sounds that had been heard were now subsiding.
Though she couldn’t say for certain who the opponent was, if they were skilled enough to bring Jin Cheon-u to this state, they were undoubtedly a powerful expert of considerable caliber.
But that opponent was Gu Gunbaek.
She was certain this silence was undoubtedly created by him.
Then, for a moment, she saw flames soaring up fiercely.
Whether it was Gu Gunbaek’s doing or another’s, an uncontrollable fire demon had arisen where the Chohyeon Clan was located.
The heat from it could be felt even here.
“I’ve brought it!”
Then.
The door opened urgently and Chu Hyeongi entered inside.
Approaching Jin Cheon-u hurriedly, he set down the boiled water on the floor and gazed at Jin Cheon-u with a worried expression, his eyes not opening.
“Our young master is alright, isn’t he? I can trust this, right?!”
“Phew— don’t worry. He instructed me to have you walking by tomorrow morning, so… that’s what I must do.”
Chaeseoha steadied her resolve with a small sigh and began to move her hands.
She dampened cloth in hot water and carefully wiped away the blood and debris from the wound.
Next, she sutured the laceration and covered it with medicinal salve—every movement executed with flawless precision.
“You two there, don’t just stand idle. Prepare a medicinal decoction. I’ll instruct you on the ingredients and method.”
“Understood.”
Namgung Baek nodded at Chaeseoha’s words.

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“Ugh… cough!”
Yeom Ji-hak clutched at a tree, groaning, before coughing violently and spitting blood.
His battered body trembled fiercely.
Standing itself seemed a torment, each step an ordeal, yet through sheer force of will he pressed forward.
Crack—!
After trudging onward for some time, he suddenly ground his teeth.
Two shadowy figures flickered before his vision.
One was the wretch who had severed his eyes, the other a master who had reduced him to this state.
A humiliation he had never experienced since beginning his martial training.
Emotions roiled within him like a raging inferno.
“Who… who are you, truly…!”
His knowledge was extensive enough that martial techniques alone could reveal one’s origins.
Yet neither the first opponent nor the master who appeared afterward could be precisely identified among the Nine Great Sects and One Alliance.
The martial arts of Gwanbaek, the Absolute’s elder brother?
No.
Of this much he could be certain.
It felt fundamentally different from the Divine’s techniques.
Especially the one who had done this to him—more savage, more bestial.
Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed.
Something was stirring in his memory.
“The Beast Palace?”
Yes, the techniques resembled those of the Beast Palace.
Yet something was distinctly different.
The movements were similar yet unmistakably divergent, preventing him from confirming a Beast Palace connection.
However, if it were indeed from the Beast Palace, one name came to mind.
The vanished Demon King.
If it were him, he would be among those capable of reducing Yeom Ji-hak to this state.
“I must verify this.”
Yeom Ji-hak narrowed his eyes to slits and steadied his breathing.
If the Beast Palace was involved in this affair, he swore he would eradicate them entirely.
Rustle—
From somewhere, the sound of undergrowth stirring reached my ears.
Yeom Ji-hak narrowed the space between his brows with a wary expression, beginning to stand guard.
Perhaps the one pursuing him from behind had caught up.
However, the figure that appeared was not who he expected.
Yeom Ji-hak’s expression twisted as he confirmed the appearance of the person at the very front.
“Elder Shin? Is that you?”
“Tsk tsk, what a pitiful state you’re in, my friend.”
Along with an irritating, phlegm-laden laugh, a hunchbacked elder revealed himself. Soon after, two more figures emerged behind him, and upon confirming their presence, Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed even deeper.
“Moyong?”
“Tsk tsk tsk, that’s right. He asked me for a favor, so I lent a hand. Isn’t that so, Sword Emperor?”
“…That’s correct.”
Mo Yong-cheon nodded without withdrawing his gaze from Yeom Ji-hak. His eyes were filled with astonishment—he was genuinely curious about who had reduced the Elder of the Serpent’s Fang to such a state.
A being who reads human emotions as cunningly as a serpent.
Even the Sword Emperor himself found it no simple task to do the same.
“I came looking for you with some business in mind, but from what I can see, that’s hardly the situation now. Tsk tsk tsk, who did this to you? The Elder of the Serpent’s Fang?”
“Don’t ask pointless questions and do your job instead. Isn’t that your role?”
At those words, Elder Shin clicked his tongue and slowly approached Yeom Ji-hak. After carefully examining his condition, he sighed—apparently concluding there was nothing he could do here—and supported him by the arm.
He then turned his head lightly to gaze upon Mo Yong-cheon.
“Go and investigate what happened, Sword Emperor. This friend doesn’t seem inclined to tell me.”
“I am not your subordinate, am I?”
“But you have certainly received my assistance. Is that not so?”
Mo Yong-cheon fell silent at Elder Shin’s words.
He merely frowned as if displeased, yet unable to voice the discontent within, he simply stared fixedly at the Elder.
Seeing this, the Elder smiled.
“Tsk tsk tsk, I trust in you, my friend.”
Ssssshhhhh—
In that instant, clouds and mist began to gather.
The dense fog that suddenly materialized wrapped around the bodies of the two Elders, then abruptly extended in all directions before vanishing in an instant.
At the same time, the figures of the two Elders were no longer visible.
Mo Yong-cheon stared at it in silence, swallowing hard.
Though they had been right before his eyes, the moment they disappeared, not a single trace or sign remained.
As if a person had simply vanished before him.
Or perhaps, as if an immortal had ridden away on the clouds?
Mo Yong-cheon unconsciously clenched his fist.
‘I will make that power mine. Without fail.’
Having resolved something within himself, he slowly turned his head.
In his eyes gleamed a man whose gaze burned with sharp intensity.
“Let us go.”
“Yes, Father.”
Moryeong Hyeok.
He was following behind Mo Yong-cheon, appearing perfectly unharmed—contrary to what I had anticipated.

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