The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 46

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 46

A century ago, following the collapse of the Namgung Clan, once lauded as the Cheonhajeilgeom School, the mantle of supremacy passed to none other than the Moyong Family.
The Moyong Family had previously been known as the Second Sword House.
It was only natural that they ascended to the position of First upon the Namgung Clan’s downfall.
Moryeong Hyeok was born into this illustrious household.
Blessed with exceptional talent regardless of birth order, he shattered expectations that ascending to the position of Young Master would be difficult—Moryeong Hyeok became Young Master at merely fifteen years of age.
Such was the measure of his extraordinary aptitude.
As testament to this, not a single martial artist emerged from the gathering known as the Dragon Phoenix Assembly who could exchange even a hundred moves with Moryeong Hyeok.
This overwhelming disparity in talent and power gave rise to whispers that Moryeong Hyeok alone would inscribe his name upon the Geomcheon of the next generation.
And I… I have crossed blades with such a Moryeong Hyeok on multiple occasions.
I did not know at first.
He came shrouded in darkness, his face concealed behind a mask.
Whether under the protection of the Martial Arts Alliance or at the moment I sought aid from the Eight Great Families.
Despite there being no conceivable way for information of my location to leak, I was assailed repeatedly, until I had no choice but to distance myself from the Righteous Martial Arts World.
And the architect of it all was Moryeong Hyeok.
I discovered his true identity mere moments before escaping the Heavenly Net.
The battle with the one blocking my path proved far more fierce and intense than anticipated, and in the struggle, the mask he wore was torn asunder.
The shock I received was beyond words.
Behind that mask was Moryeong Hyeok, who had always greeted me with a smiling face.
But thinking of it now, my teeth clench.
Had it not been for Moryeong Hyeok, I could have escaped the Heavenly Net.
Moreover, Jang Chuchyeong would surely not have died, nor would I have crushed the Jade Orb between my teeth and hurled myself from the cliff before them.
Of course, it became a blessing in disguise, yet that did not erase the resentment.
“….”
Lost in such thoughts, I let out an absurd laugh.
Upon reflection, I realized that grace and grudge walked hand in hand—such was the thought that struck me.
I lingered briefly on this absurd notion before casting aside the idle musings.
“The thread connects.”
Looking back now, every piece fell into place.
The sudden collapse of the Namgung Clan, once called the greatest martial family under heaven, had been the subject of much speculation at the time.
Of course, no one suspected that a blade had been driven from within the Eight Great Families themselves.
They remained united until the day I died.
Yet now I saw it clearly—there had been some transaction between the Moyong Family and those conspirators, which is why Moryeong Hyeok greeted me with a smiling face in public while plotting to kill me and recover the Jade Orb in the shadows.
Naturally, this could not be left unaddressed.
With the formidable backing of what was called the greatest martial family, and wielding overwhelming influence even within the Martial Arts Alliance—the coalition of righteous factions—they would undoubtedly continue to obstruct my path.
No matter how much power and wealth the Nakhyang Jin Family wielded to resist, there would be limits.
What only I possessed, and they did not.
I had to shake them first, swiftly, using my memories of the future.
A strike so intense that I could no longer think of the Nakhyang Jin Family.
“I never imagined things would become so entangled.”
I found myself laughing in disbelief.
I had always known this was something I would need to do eventually, but I never expected it to happen so quickly.
Moreover, the circumstances were extremely favorable.
There was no reason to refuse.
Having reached this conclusion, I came to a halt at a certain location.
“Hyah!”
“Eek?!”
The place where Chu Hyeongi’s bizarre screams echoed loudly.
It was none other than the Sega Training Hall.
As I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw numerous figures scattered about.
Unlike our initial plan to use only one section of the massive training hall, Chu Hyeongi was now darting all across the entire space, dodging Gu Gunbaek’s fists.
Of course, Gu Gunbaek was moving as well, pursuing Chu Hyeongi.
As a result, the martial artists who were supposed to be training could barely avoid the chaos, and some were even sent flying by Gu Gunbaek’s wild punches.
Boom—Crash!
“Argh!”
“Gahhhhh!”
As a fallen warrior rose to his feet, Gu Gunbaek casually backhanded him across the face, knocking him unconscious.
Looking more carefully, Gu Gunbaek wasn’t just fighting Chu Hyeongi.
He seemed to be taking on all of Sega’s martial artists at once.
“Get… get away!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Hahahaha! Endure it! Bear through it! Grit your teeth! Getting beaten and hit repeatedly is how you eventually become stronger!”
He spouted nonsensical theories from who knows where, flailing his fists in every direction. As a result, the training hall was absolute chaos.
Simultaneously, the bizarre screams echoing in my ears painted a veritable portrait of hell.
I sighed and slowly entered.
At that moment, Chu Hyeongi’s battered body came hurtling toward me.
That wasn’t all.
As if it were intentional, Gu Gunbaek grabbed the collars of nearby martial artists and hurled them toward where I stood.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Eek?!”
I frowned at the cacophony of screams.
I lightly executed the Flowing Steps, evading those flying toward me with movements as natural as flowing water—so graceful that those watching were astonished.
“You dodged?! Then how about this!”
“Sir, weren’t you supposed to be teaching Chu Hyeongi?”
“Huh?”
Gu Gunbaek, who had been about to grab a wooden sword from the training hall and hurl it at me, seemed to finally realize something was amiss and began looking around.
Seeing not only Chu Hyeongi but also Sega’s martial artists scattered about in terrible condition, Gu Gunbaek let out a short “Ah!” and scratched his head.
“Well, I got so caught up in it that I got carried away.”
“Please exercise restraint. These are the Sega’s key warriors.”
“Hahahaha! They say you grow stronger through combat, don’t they? I’m helping you out, In-seok.”
Shake, shake—
I shook my head wordlessly in response.
Of course, his words weren’t entirely wrong.
Simply enduring and evading the attacks of one of the Ten Emperors would provide more than sufficient—indeed, overflowing—training benefits.
Some might even break through their limitations.
Though his assault appeared indiscriminate, he was subtly adjusting his strength to match each individual warrior.
Even from my brief observation, Gu Gunbaek’s actions seemed to benefit Sega rather than harm them.
As expected.
I watched as several warriors gradually rose to their feet.
These were notable figures within Sega—Yang Jachun and those who followed him.
And among them, even Chu Hyeongi, who lacked overwhelming strength but possessed unwavering loyalty.
Their eyes gleamed with intensity despite their ragged breathing as they watched Gu Gunbaek, and it seemed his gaze had provoked them.
As for the one who truly needed training—
“Huff… Young Master. I’m dying.”
He had somehow crawled over and grabbed my pant leg.
He’d taken quite a beating—his appearance was a complete mess.
Swelling and blood were visible across his body.
Compared to how he always wore a smiling face and clung to my side with playful remarks, the contrast was starkly dramatic.
His eyes glistened with tears as he looked up at me.
The will to survive burned intensely in his gaze.
I shook my leg as if brushing off a clinging insect, dislodging him, then released a small sigh and spoke toward Jang Chuchyeong.
“We’ll depart for Jeongju in a few days. You’ll come with us, so prepare yourself.”
“Eh? Me… Jeongju? Me?”
“Should I go alone then?”
“No, no, no! I’m coming! I’ll be ready! Hehehehe!”
Light returned to Jang Chuchyeong’s eyes.
A sickly pallor—
His ashen complexion began to regain vitality. He seemed to believe that if he could endure just a little longer, he might escape this hell.
A lifeline?
As I let out an involuntary chuckle, Gu Gunbaek, who had been quietly observing, opened his mouth.
“Jeongju? You mean the Martial Arts Alliance? You’re really going there? I was just speaking off the cuff.”
“Would you care to join us?”
“Young Master!?”
At my invitation, Jang Chuchyeong cried out in alarm.
But Gu Gunbaek and I simply ignored his voice without concern and continued our conversation casually.
“Come now. It’s just going to exchange blows with some rabble. What would I accomplish by going? I’d rather stay here and drink with the Family Head.”
Gu Gunbaek shook his head, showing no interest whatsoever.
While sending Jang Chuchyeong to gain experience was reasonable, Gu Gunbaek appeared to lack any genuine interest in the Black Crow Society.
From his perspective, the Black Crow Society was insignificant, but even the future leaders who would guide the Righteous Martial Arts World were nothing more than flies to him.
What seemed to have caught his interest was Father’s Western liquor. He was swallowing saliva as if recalling the taste of alcohol.
I nodded and turned my back.
“Then please continue. I shall take my leave now.”
“Very well! I must properly secure this departing disciple of mine. Ahahaha!”
“…Young Master—!”
I ignored the bizarre cry echoing behind me and left the Training Hall, turning my steps once more toward my residence.
As I walked at a leisurely pace, observing my surroundings, I felt gazes directed at me from various directions the closer I drew to the Annex.
Moreover, there had been nothing of the sort when I departed, but now at the entrance to the Annex, I could see numerous people standing in a queue.
The moment they caught sight of me, those waiting in line widened their eyes in surprise, then hastily scattered in all directions.
“The Young Master has returned!”
“There goes today. Ah—I still needed to receive medicine….”
“Ever since the Young Master arrived, we can only come when he leaves. What a nuisance….”
“Shh, shh!”
Hearing their voices, I stopped walking and turned my gaze toward them.
Those whose eyes met mine flinched and hurriedly vacated the space.
As I stepped inside to investigate this incomprehensible situation, I saw someone hastily emerging from Chaeseoha’s room.
It was none other than a warrior serving in my second brother’s residence.
Faced with this bewildering situation, I narrowed my eyes slightly and regarded him.
“Oh my, Young Master! Ah, greetings to you!”
“This is my Annex. What business brings you here?”
“Well, that is… the Physician instructed me to perform a task….”
“My physician specifically tasked you with something?”
“Ah… Yes! Then I shall take my leave!”
The man, unable to think of anything further to say, hastily bowed his head and departed.
I watched silently as he disappeared, then abruptly pushed open the door to Chaeseoha’s room.
“Eek?! …You startled me! When entering someone else’s room, you should announce yourself and wait for permission before entering, Young Master.”
In that moment, I heard words that left me dumbfounded.
Simultaneously, I could see Chaeseoha’s hands moving swiftly. She was rapidly sweeping several iron coins from the table into a money pouch.
The room was filled with the scent of medicinal herbs.
Since Chaeseoha was a physician, it was natural for her room to carry the aroma of medicinal herbs, but this was somewhat different—a scent reminiscent of moxibustion.
Without realizing it, I regarded her with an expression of disbelief.
“Are you conducting business in my Annex?”
“…Business? I was simply treating those who were ill.”
“If you accepted payment, then it is business.”
“It was merely a few iron coins.”
She was a woman who found joy in healing others.
Rather than spending time idle and alone, she had chosen to practice medicine in this manner. The servants and warriors of the Sega could receive treatment for a mere pittance of iron coins, which benefited them greatly.
Sigh…
I exhaled a long breath and furrowed my brow.
“I’ll have you tidy up a small warehouse that I don’t use anymore soon enough. Do your work there.”
“Really? I’m allowed to do this?!”
“Yes, but not here. This is my residence.”
“Ah… I understand.”
Chaeseoha nodded, her face brightened by a radiant smile.
It appeared she had grasped my meaning perfectly.
I settled into a chair, observing her as she tidied the room.
Was that the reason?
Chaeseoha regarded me with an inquisitive gaze.
“But what business do you have with me?”
At her question, I closed my eyes deliberately.
Once more, I gathered my thoughts methodically and steeled my resolve.
Then, opening my eyes slowly, I met her gaze directly.
“I would like you to create a poison.”
“…?”
At my sudden request, confusion flickered across Chaeseoha’s expression.

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