The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 59

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 120

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“Listen, everyone! Listen! Have you heard? The news about Sa Do-cheon!”
“Ah yes, we were just discussing that. They say the Young Master So of Sa Do-cheon took quite a beating, didn’t he?”
“Beating doesn’t even begin to cover it. They say he was utterly trampled. And by someone who isn’t even from a martial family, no less.”
People gathered in clusters began chattering loudly amongst themselves.
Martial artists and ordinary folk alike.
Rumors spreading through the Central Plains martial world were too numerous to count, but stories concerning Cheon Yul stood out precisely because of his position.
None other than the Young Master So of Sa Do-cheon.
Moreover, his grandfather was none other than the Death Emperor himself.
A figure already renowned for his exceptional blade techniques, utterly crushed by a merchant family’s heir—not a martial family’s at that.
How could anyone not take interest?
The rumor that began in Shanxi swept through the neutral territories in an instant, spreading and cascading until it stretched across all of Henan.
“The Jin Family of Luoyang, you say?”
“That’s right, that’s right! I heard mention of a Young Master So—is it true?”
“That’s what I heard as well. I confirmed it by listening to others on my way here, and it seems to be accurate.”
“Unbelievable!”
“Good heavens… what kind of household is that family, anyway?”
People turned their heads with bewildered expressions.
At the end of their gazes stood the towering pavilion of the Jin Family of Luoyang.
A merchant family so successful that history itself could find no parallel in the Central Plains.
Yet they had always carried the stigma that they lacked the strength to protect themselves through their own power, and thus relied on money to employ exceptional martial artists to safeguard their family and their own wellbeing.
But now, they had overcome even that limitation.
The Young Master So of the Jin Family of Luoyang was none other than a powerful expert capable of subduing Sa Do-cheon’s Young Master So in a single stroke and earning renown thereby.
Of course, these were the words of those unfamiliar with the Jin Family’s true nature.
From the Jin Family’s perspective, it was simply a matter of having wealth—why would they expend sweat and effort to cultivate martial prowess?
When one could simply purchase such things with money, why bother?
Regardless, this rumor delivered a tremendous shock to the martial world of the Central Plains.

The Martial Alliance.
Within it lay the hall of the Changrong Unit.
Naturally, the Martial Alliance was the first to learn of the rumors sweeping through Henan.
As a result, talk of Jin Cheon-u and Cheon Yul never ceased in this place either.
“Haha, Young Master Jin is truly impressive!”
“Indeed. I had no idea he was so strong.”
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo, upon hearing the news, spoke of it with bright smiles. They had known he possessed martial skills, but having never witnessed them firsthand, they had not truly considered him formidable—until now.
It was nothing short of shocking.
Cheon Yul was a figure well-known even among the Changrong Unit members.
Once he had earned renown as a rival to Moryeong Hyeok, but he had since grown distant, and now no one compared the two.
Unlike Moryeong Hyeok, who still bore the title of Late-Stage Expert, Cheon Yul had long transcended such classifications and made his name throughout the heterodox martial world.
Paeng Dohan turned his head with an innocent smile.
At the end of his gaze stood Moryeong Hyeok, who had been wielding a wooden sword for the past two hours.
He had lost track of Pyo Hyeong-geom’s trail in Anhui, and even the Chohyeon Clan had returned with little to show for their efforts.
Since then, he had devoted himself to cultivation, yet today his expression bore an intensity unlike any other day, as if he were grinding his teeth.
Paeng Dohan spoke to Moryeong Hyeok without any malicious intent.
“What do you make of this incident? Haha, is the Young Master So not remarkable? None other than Cheon Yul himself, Cheon Yul. Haha, it’s truly amusing.”
Crack!
The moment those words reached his ears, the wooden sword in Moryeong Hyeok’s grip fractured.
Paeng Dohan’s eyes widened in shock, and Eon Garyeo, who had rushed over, quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away.
After pulling him along for some time and finally releasing him, Paeng Dohan’s brow furrowed.
“Why did you do that?”
“Good heavens, have you no sense? Do you not know the relationship between Moyong and Cheon Yul? And now that Young Master Jin has beaten that man—how do you think he feels inside?”
“Relieved, perhaps…?”
“That’s not it at all! Moreover, he failed to capture Pyo Hyeong-geom, and the Chohyeon Clan gained nothing either. The Sword Emperor himself went along, yet still—how humiliated and bitter he must feel.”
“Well, I suppose that’s possible.”
Paeng Dohan scratched his head vigorously and looked toward Moryeong Hyeok.
In that instant, their eyes met.
Though they had whispered their conversation, it seemed he had heard every word—Moryeong Hyeok’s gaze was so fierce it seemed it would tear everything asunder.
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo trembled and awkwardly slipped away from their positions.
Moryeong Hyeok, witnessing this, ground his teeth.
Grind—!
“Jin Cheon-u….”
Crack!
The moment he uttered the name Jin Cheon-u, the wooden sword in his hand shattered.
The events in Anhui still played vividly in his mind.
That mere upstart from a merchant family, gazing down at him with such arrogance, speaking with such disdain.
Yet it turned out that all such behavior had been confidence—justified confidence.

“You are nothing. You cannot do anything to me.”

From the time of the Black Ox Society until now, it had always been this way.
Even though Jin Cheon-u recognized that Moryeong Hyeok stood beneath him, he had concealed this fact, never revealing it, and surely mocked him inwardly.
The thought made my teeth grind and fury surge through my chest.
“That bastard….”
Moryeong Hyeok steadied his breathing as he recalled Jin Cheon-u.
I had to become stronger.
To a degree incomparable to my current level.
Strong enough to crush that man who had mocked me beneath my heel.
“Hyeok.”
Then.
A sudden voice pulled Moryeong Hyeok from his thoughts, and he turned his head.
Standing before him was a solitary figure.
Mo Yong-cheon.
His father.
Moryeong Hyeok’s eyes widened in surprise.
Though his father had summoned him before, he had never come directly to the Changyong Society—and from the look in his eyes alone, it seemed he had witnessed every trace of the anger that had consumed me.
“Follow me.”
With a calm gaze and a weighty voice, Mo Yong-cheon spoke, and Moryeong Hyeok hastily rose to his feet.

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The journey back to Luoyang was smoother than ever before.
Using the fastest route, I traveled comfortably without sleeping rough, and gained precious time to organize my thoughts on everything that had transpired.
From this affair with the Hyang-un Sega, I gained nothing—only gave away.
However, establishing a relationship with Sa Do-cheon was an excellent signal.
By maintaining appropriate distance while building trust and rapport, the Jin Family’s business ventures could establish a foothold in Shanxi—something that had previously been impossible due to Sa Do-cheon’s influence.
Considering the profits that would flow from such developments, what I lost now was truly insignificant.
Moreover, I had obtained information about Mu Heo that was beyond measure in value, making the entire Hyang-un Sega affair a net gain.
Organizing my thoughts this way, I turned my head.
Before I knew it, the carriage had entered the city gates of Luoyang.
I took in the familiar sights of the streets as I turned to look around.
My sister Jin Ji-yak, of course, along with Jang Chuchyeong, Chaeseoha, and Namgung Yeon as well.
Everyone except Baek Ja-hyeon appeared quite exhausted, not uttering a single word.
It showed just how drained they were, both body and spirit.
Moreover, the three of them had been moving about without proper rest immediately after returning from Anhui, so it was inevitable that their fatigue hadn’t lifted.
I smiled and opened my mouth.
“Go ahead and rest at home. I’ll get off here.”
“Aren’t you coming with us?”
“Where else would I go? Just rest. All right?”
Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon looked at me with expressions of utter exhaustion. As my guards, they had the responsibility to follow wherever I went.
So they seemed taken aback.
I shook my head and gestured dismissively.
“I’m just going to stop by the market district for a bit. Don’t worry. I’ll be back within the hour at most.”
“Really… we don’t have to follow?”
“That’s right.”
At those brief words, both their expressions brightened.
However, they glanced sideways, gauging the reaction of Jin Ji-yak beside them.
It was a situation where they could potentially be scolded.
But Jin Ji-yak simply nodded without concern.
Having heard rumors about Sa Do-cheon, she would recognize that I possessed the strength to protect myself, and she understood how arduous the journey had been.
As the carriage came to a stop, I stepped outside.
Glancing back to bid farewell, I saw Chaeseoha nodding off.
I offered a light greeting and headed toward the market district.
It was a path through throngs of bustling crowds.
Naturally, there were quite a few people who recognized me.
“Young Master So! How are you?!”
“Oh my! Make way, everyone! The Young Master is passing!”
“Is it really true that you destroyed Soocheonchu?”
I felt my energy drain at the voices coming from all directions and offered an awkward smile.
The Jin Family of Luoyang was a source of pride for the people of Luoyang. For the Young Master who would lead such a place to have destroyed Soocheonchu—someone even the Martial Alliance hesitated to provoke—it was natural that the atmosphere was electrified.
Everyone treated me with the caution and reverence one would show an Emperor.
It’s quite burdensome.
Enough to feel pressure simply walking through the streets.
Whether they’re natives of Luoyang or not, every person passing through the marketplace has their gaze fixed upon me alone.
I’d anticipated this to some degree, but it’s excessive.
I hurried toward the Hwaseon Inn.
As I opened the door and stepped inside, another wave of stares washed over me, and I found myself frowning involuntarily as I climbed the stairs with quickened pace.
The men standing guard, having noticed my arrival from the commotion outside, hastily cleared a path.
Soon I opened the door and entered the room.
“You must be exhausted.”
At the same time, a refined voice reached my ears.
Turning my gaze, I saw Baek Jin-hwa seated there. A light refreshment table had been prepared, which caught my attention.
I exhaled a sigh and took a seat across from her.
“I didn’t expect it to be this intense.”
“This is orthodox territory, is it not? Whether one wields a sword or not, the ideals of the orthodox have been deeply rooted since childhood. But now that you’ve defeated Soocheonchu, it’s only natural there’s an uproar.”
“It’s not really that significant.”
I offered a bitter smile and brought the tea to my lips.
Then Baek Jin-hwa regarded me with a peculiar expression.
“What is it?”
“I was thinking that you’re someone who brings an incident with every step you take. Whether for better or worse.”
“Is that what you think? I’ve been hearing that often lately.”
“Of course. You went to Beijing, and suddenly Doyuanhyang was destroyed, rebellions broke out—isn’t that surprising?”
“…The world is full of all manner of coincidences.”
“When coincidences overlap enough times, they become inevitability.”
Just thinking about it seemed to give her a headache, as she growled like a feral wolf and shot me a piercing look.
With an expression that seemed certain I was entangled in all of this, I shrugged my shoulders and had to moisten my parched mouth.
But Baek Jin-hwa soon composed herself.
She was angry, but not angry enough to drive me away?
No, to be precise, Doyuanhyang hadn’t actually been destroyed.
Though it had suffered immediate financial damage, she believed it could be restored without difficulty, so she wasn’t particularly furious.
Which meant the Emperor was rebuilding Doyuanhyang once more.
In the not-too-distant future, the Jin Family would be asked for their assistance.
“But what brings you here? Someone who hasn’t visited recently.”
“I need information on someone.”
“Of course you would. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come.”
Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm for some reason.
I tried to calm my inner feelings, but I couldn’t tell if her lingering resentment toward Doyuanhyang remained, or if there was some other reason.
As I frowned, Baek Jin-hwa composed herself and spoke.
“Who should I look into?”
“Geomcheon Muheo.”
“…!”
“Tell me everything you can. Where he appeared from, where he disappeared to, what his personality is like, what he looks like—everything possible.”
I handed over the entire pouch from my possession.
*Clink, clink, clink—*
The cascade of silver and gold coins was staggering in quantity.
Baek Jin-hwa’s eyes nearly rolled back at the sight.
Observing her reaction, I spoke once more.
“If possible, include information about his master as well.”

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