The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 57

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 118

Gulp—
My eyes trembled violently, and my mouth had gone so dry that the sound of me swallowing was audible to everyone present.
My expression had stiffened unnaturally as I stared back at them.
I looked uncertain whether to smile or remain silent.
Hyang Un-sin hastily reached for the tea before him, taking a sip to moisten his parched throat.
Only then did Hyang Un-sin’s voice emerge.
“You didn’t come to negotiate? Is that what you’re saying right now?”
“That’s correct.”
“…Are you toying with me? What will you do with those who’ve been captured, and how exactly do you plan to leave this place?”
Hyang Un-sin raised his voice menacingly, threatening me.
He didn’t take my words at face value, clearly thinking I was trying to shake him with absurd rhetoric.
The other warriors of the Hyang-un Sega shared the same sentiment.
Furthermore, the Jinpung Sword Sect, who had been watching the situation with boredom, now showed keen interest, their eyes gleaming as they observed me.
“Does the Family Head perhaps negotiate with those who have drawn their blades against the Hyang-un Sega?”
“…!”
“We do not. Anyone becomes a negotiating partner if there is profit to be gained, but the moment someone draws their blade against the Jin Family, they become our enemy.”
“…What?”
“That is precisely what the Nakhyang Jin Family is.”
I slowly raised my hand.
In that instant.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—!
Not only the warriors of the Jin Family, but Baek Ja-hyeon and Namgung Yeon as well.
Every single one of them drew their swords.
The killing intent and gaze were so sharp they seemed ready to tear everything apart. I could feel their resolve to settle the debts from the previous day right here and now.
Despite the greatest threat—the Jinpung Sword Sect—standing before them, they paid it no mind whatsoever, appearing ready to throw away their lives at my single command.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—!
Simultaneously, the Hyang-un Sega did the same.
Those who drew their blades in an instant emanated fierce killing intent.
Judging by how they disregarded the name of the Nakhyang Jin Family, they too seemed prepared to sacrifice their lives for the Hyang-un Sega.
I observed this with a crooked expression and turned my head.
What remained was the Jinpung Sword Sect.
As if ready to intervene at any moment, or as if they desired nothing more than to tear apart those before them, they placed their hands on their sword hilts, revealing their fierce killing intent.
The momentum of these forces collided fiercely with one another.
Even the flowing air had turned cold.
“Now listen here, Young Master So. Don’t do anything reckless. Do you truly believe you can win?”
“That’s precisely what I should be asking you. Did you really think the Hyang-un Sega could defeat the Jin Family?”
“How absurd! What do you intend to do with merely a handful of people! We have the Jinpung Sword Sect! Are you all prepared to die?!”
At my words, Hyang Un-sin’s voice grew louder still.
Though he believed his faction held superior strength and could subdue us through force, he was reluctant to provoke a direct confrontation.
What he truly desired was the Imperial business venture.
If he could secure that alone, a conflict with the Jin Family would be meaningless.
He was emphasizing that their survival depended on it, desperately hoping to extract at least that one concession.
Perhaps he believed it held little significance for the Nakhyang Jin Family and could be surrendered without consequence.
However, Hyang Un-sin had committed one glaring mistake.
He had drawn his blade and swung it against the Jin Family for his own purposes.
This was something I could not tolerate.
“Now then, Young Master So! Do you truly intend to proceed this way?!”
“Was it not the Hyang-un Sega who drew their sword first? Why must we endure this, and why must we yield?”
“If a conflict erupts here, those we’ve captured will not escape unscathed. Do you not understand?”
“But they are clearly here, are they not? Taking them away should not require much effort.”
At those words, Hyang Un-sin’s face flushed crimson with rage.
From beginning to end, he had endured my mockery, provocation, and contempt, and now he could bear it no longer, his voice erupting in fury.
“Danju of the Jinpung Sword Sect! Make that bastard kneel before me!”
The moment those words left his lips, the wind stirred.
Simultaneously, my gaze shifted.
The Danju, who had appeared before me in an instant, extended his hand toward me with an indifferent expression.
In that moment.
Whoosh—!
Namgung Yeon’s blade, suddenly extended, barely grazed past my wrist.
“…!”
Yet it was far from over.
Seeing me retreat slightly to evade the sword, Jang Chuchyeong hurled himself forward at insane speed, his fist swinging with devastating force.
The Danju’s eyes widened at the incoming fist, and he hastily brought both hands together in defense.
Boom—!
“Ugh!?”
Yet the power transcended imagination.
Crash—crash—crash—!
Though he had managed to block it, the force did not diminish, and the Danju’s body was sent flying. He destroyed every piece of furniture in the inn before crashing into the wall and coming to a halt.
“Danju!”
“You bastards!”
“Stop.”
The Jinpung Sword Sect members cried out in shock and immediately drew their weapons, revealing their killing intent, but before they could act, the Danju’s voice seized them in place.
Every eye in the inn turned toward the Danju of the Jinpung Sword Sect.
He, who had been embedded in the wall, slowly rose to his feet.
He brushed the dust from his body and regarded Namgung Yeon and Jang Chuchyeong alternately with an expression of bewilderment.
“Interesting. I cannot recall the last time I was thrown about like this. What are your names?”
“I am Jang Chuchyeong, you fool!”
“It’s Namgung Yeon.”
The people in the hall gasped not at the name Jang Chuchyeong, but at the sight of Namgung Yeon.
The greatest family under heaven—once mentioned throughout the martial world, now vanished into the forgotten pages of history.
The Namgung Sega had appeared.
Even Danju’s eyes widened in shock before he glanced down at his wrist.
A faint scratch.
Yet the blade had been terrifyingly sharp.
Confirming the thin trickle of blood, he smiled bitterly before walking back to his original position and grasping his sword.
“I’ve heard the Namgung blade has grown dull, but it seems that’s not the case.”
“Hey! It was me who sent you flying! Not him—it was this Jang Chuchyeong!”
At the sudden outburst, Danju’s gaze shifted toward Jang Chuchyeong. Yet his interest lay not in his appearance or skill, but in the name Namgung.
His head naturally turned toward Namgung Yeon.
Just as he began to slowly draw his sword.
I pulled a letter from my sleeve and threw it toward him.
Danju caught the flying letter and wore a peculiar expression, alternating his gaze between me and the letter.
“What is this?”
“You don’t know? The seal on that letter. A man named Ryu Hyeok-sang said you were the master.”
“…!”
The moment Ryu Hyeok-sang’s name was spoken, a strange light flickered in his eyes.
It was the most dramatic reaction he’d shown so far. Moreover, even Hyang Un-sin’s face turned ashen as he urgently stared at Danju.
He seemed to realize something was going terribly wrong.
Hyang Un-sin’s second mistake.
Despite knowing I had gone to Sa Do-cheon, he had failed to grasp what conversation had transpired between us there, or what had occurred.
This was the most fatal oversight.
I couldn’t know what was written in the letter.
It was sealed from the beginning, after all.
Yet merely watching Danju’s eyes dart rapidly toward me was enough to judge that this boded ill for Hyang Un-sin.
Soon, Danju folded the letter and averted his gaze.
“What… what is the meaning of this? Why does this fellow carry the Superintendent’s letter?”
His voice and eyes trembled, sensing the ominous implications.
He had sent multiple dispatches attempting to discern the situation, yet received no answers whatsoever. Now I had arrived with the Superintendent’s letter.
From the Hyang-un Sega’s perspective, its contents were impossible to ignore.
The answer flowed from Danju’s lips.
“The Heavenly Lord has….”
“Speak quickly! Or else I shall… what? Heav—!”
Shing!
In that instant.
Everyone in the hall froze.
Hyang Un-sin’s severed head fell to the ground with a thud, while his body collapsed forward, gushing blood.
“He commanded us to seize everything belonging to the Hyang-un Sega.”
With those final words, blades descended like a torrential downpour.
The sect members, understanding perfectly what their Danju’s actions signified, drew their swords without waiting for orders and began slaughtering the warriors of Hyang-un Sega.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Gasp!”
“Please… spare me…!”
Some screamed while others fled desperately for their lives. Yet none could escape the blades of Jinpung Sword Sect, which swung with such devastating speed that resistance proved futile.
Blood sprayed in all directions as agonized shrieks echoed throughout the entire inn.
Soon, several sect members rushed up to the upper floor, where equally piercing screams began to resound.
“… What is this?”
“How can they slaughter people like this…!”
Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon wore expressions of disbelief, as if their eyes deceived them.
Namgung Yeon, in particular, who had little exposure to such brutality, was far worse off.
He made a retching sound before covering his mouth and stumbling outside.
The surroundings were that horrific.
True to their reputation as a death-dealing collective, many of them showed no hesitation in taking lives—some even laughed while doing so.
“I’ve witnessed many in my lifetime… but this is…”
“Isn’t this precisely why the heterodox sects have such dark reputations?”
“Still… ugh…”
Baek Ja-hyeon, unable to bear the sight, let out a groan and closed his eyes tightly.
Even for martial artists, it was a cruel spectacle.
Yet I watched silently, committing every detail to memory, and thought of one person.
Cheon Gong-hak, the Heavenly Lord of Sa Do-cheon.
I doubted anyone could wear the epithet “Death Emperor” as perfectly as he did.
An old man who had no recollection of Hyang-un Sega had suddenly orchestrated this massacre.
There was only one conclusion to draw.
This was a warning directed at me.

Do not disrespect Sa Do-cheon.
Do not attempt to use Sa Do-cheon.
Do not betray Sa Do-cheon.

Since we’ve agreed to work together, this is a warning from the Death Emperor regarding all matters that may arise within that arrangement.
It was likely a choice made with the Martial Alliance in mind.
Since the Imperial court’s operations aren’t confined to a single location, there will inevitably be situations where heterodox sect members must enter Hannam.
At that point, the Martial Alliance won’t remain idle, and if they move to strike down Sa Do-cheon for such reasons, the Nakhyang Jin Family will face the same fate.
Isn’t that an extraordinarily forceful warning?
Without realizing it, I exhaled a sigh and shook my head slowly.
“…Is it over?”
Just then, Namgung Yeon, who had stepped outside, returned.
Even from her ashen complexion alone, I could see she was in considerable distress, yet she seemed to have realized the necessity of remaining by my side.
True to form, unlike her, Jang Chuchyeong stood motionless beside me, keeping watch. After glancing at him once, she steadied her breathing with a soft exhale and lowered her head.
“My apologies, Young Master. From now on, I will remain at your side no matter what happens.”
“It’s fine. Nothing happened.”
In that instant.
Whoosh—!
Something suddenly flew toward us.
I watched it approach without moving, and simultaneously, Namgung Yeon’s blade beside me reacted faster than Jang Chuchyeong’s, sweeping through the air.
Clang—!
“Ugh?!”
The moment she deflected the heavy blade that came flying in, Namgung Yeon staggered backward a step. It was a moment where the disparity in power between them became glaringly apparent.
I clenched my teeth once more and held back Namgung Yeon, who was about to step forward, then casually turned my gaze.
At the end of my line of sight stood the Master of the Jin Pung Sword Sect, treading through blood, grinning as he bared his teeth at me.
“So, you overwhelmed the Young Master So in a martial contest?”

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