The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 64

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 125

A total of fifty people.
Four days after that, twelve cargo wagons departed from Luoyang.
Since these were gifts for the newly appointed sect leader of the Common Dao Sect, there were quite a few precious items, and the quantity was substantial enough to fill all twelve wagons to capacity.
As a result, the porters had to strain themselves.
Though they would rotate shifts, the journey to Gansu while hauling heavy cargo would be quite grueling.
I mounted my horse and remained behind Yang Jachun.
Namgung Baek and Namgung Yeon flanked me on either side, while Chaeseoha rode behind me, surrounded by the guards.
Though no explicit orders had been given, the excessive protection was no illusion.
Surely, Father’s influence was at work.
It was clear they were determined to protect Chaeseoha at all costs, even if they lost the cargo in a sudden ambush.
That’s how much of an asset she was to the family.
I let out an incredulous laugh and shook my head.
“By the way, Young Master. Will the two who left earlier be alright?”
“What kind of question is that? Chu Hyeongi will have a rough time, but nothing will go wrong. If anything, it’ll be beneficial.”
“Beneficial?”
At Chaeseoha’s puzzled voice, I nodded.
Gu Gunbaek and we are undoubtedly taking the same route.
The only difference is that while we move slowly on horseback, he’s advancing at a frenzied pace, deploying his lightness technique.
In the process, if he encounters bandits and robbers—those who can provide real combat experience—he’ll beat them mercilessly.
That’s what makes it beneficial.
We don’t have to shed blood on our end.
However, Namgung Yeon couldn’t help but feel somewhat discontented.
As expected, her expression wasn’t pleasant.
There was something anxious about it.
Until now, she had been superior to Jang Chuchyeong through overwhelming talent, but she seemed uneasy about the possibility that the person she’d meet in Namman might be an entirely different person.
I chuckled softly.
“Don’t be anxious. Sometimes the slow path is also a path.”
“Yes, I know. But thinking about losing to such a person… it makes my teeth ache.”
Namgung Yeon didn’t hide her emotions and expressed them candidly. This was because that frivolous one’s light-hearted words and actions didn’t resonate with Namgung Yeon.
Moreover, this was connected to a martial artist’s pride.
For one who had been superior to fall beneath that person was truly fatal.
“Gain as much experience as possible with the guards on the way. When we arrive, we might be able to verify those results.”
“Results… you say?”
At my sudden remark, Namgung Yeon looked at me with bewilderment.
Since she had no idea what would happen at the Common Dao Sect, her reaction was entirely natural.
I smiled and thought to myself.
Normally, it would take years before Namgung Yeon could defeat Moryeong Hyeok.
I gritted my teeth alone, swung my sword, and trained relentlessly for that day.
However, I intend to accelerate that timeline.
Moryeong Hyeok is already a broken man once.
If he suffers another defeat to Namgung Yeon in these circumstances, the humiliation would be beyond words.
The world would reassess him entirely.
Furthermore, this would reinforce the Namgung Family’s name in people’s minds and serve as a signal flare announcing the revival of what was once the greatest sword family under heaven.
Naturally, the Moyong Family would not sit idle.
The moment they make a move, I strike back.
I intend to completely shake the deeply rooted foundations of the Moyong Family.
This stems partly from the bitter enmity between the Namgung and Moyong families, but more precisely, it’s about making them pay the price for interfering between me and those bastards.
“I’ll slowly bleed them to death.”
Rather than a swift execution, I want to watch them writhe in agony as the blade pierces their lungs and they die in suffering.
This is merely the starting point for that.
I smiled and looked at Namgung Yeon.
“A small martial tournament will be held at the Gongtong Sect. With many renowned masters present, most of the rising talents will participate… and you will compete there.”
“…!”
At my words, Namgung Yeon’s eyes widened in shock.
It wasn’t just her.
Namgung Baek, who had been listening nearby, felt the same.
“…Yeon is still not ready!”
“Experience is built in places like that. And stop coddling her. Your sister is a proper adult now.”
“….”
At my words, Namgung Baek closed his mouth firmly.
Unable to counter, he simply cast his gaze downward.
Observing this with an indifferent gaze and turning away, Namgung Yeon’s tense expression became visible.
Her emotions seemed quite complicated.
“Moryeong Hyeok will also compete there, as the Changyong Faction will have representatives.”
“That… that man….”
“Yes, so grit your teeth. Recall what you’ve gained from our sparring sessions, fill in what’s lacking, and suppress what’s excessive. You don’t want to lose, do you?”
“Of course not.”
Namgung Yeon nodded with a resolute expression.
Losing to others could be accepted as a lack of skill, but from her perspective, losing to her family’s sworn enemy was unacceptable.
One could tell from the fierce burning in her eyes alone.
She clearly intended to achieve victory.
However, one must always keep unexpected variables in mind.
It was while I was thinking such thoughts.
Yang Jachun, who had been leading the way, suddenly stopped.
He then raised his hand, signaling everyone to halt.
“There are unknown individuals ahead.”
I looked ahead as Yang Jachun indicated.
Though somewhat distant, I could see a considerable number of people resting there.
It wasn’t just one or two.
At least thirty.
If someone harbored ill intent and blocked our path, it would become quite a troublesome situation.
Yet it seemed they were also watching us intently.
Then someone waved their hand.
“Young Master Jin—! It’s been so long!”
A figure approached, waving frantically as if expressing joy toward an old friend, and my eyes caught sight of them.
Focusing my gaze, I couldn’t help but be surprised.
It was Paeng Dohan.
I subtly urged my horse forward, positioning myself ahead of Yang Jachun, and only then did Paeng Dohan, who had come rushing over, break into a beaming smile as he looked at me.
“Hahaha! How long has it been since I’ve seen your face?”
“It’s good to see you, Paeng Sohyeop. I never expected to meet you in a place like this.”
Paeng Dohan, still wearing his hearty laugh, approached and spoke to me with exaggerated enthusiasm, as if greeting a truly close friend.
However, it wasn’t only Paeng Dohan.
Eon Garyeo, who had followed behind, broke into a wide smile.
“Have you been well? Of course, I’m here too.”
“It’s good to see you, Miss Eon. Seeing your face, it appears you’ve been doing well.”
With the friendly words of these two, the atmosphere of wariness naturally dissolved.
When Yang Jachun gave a light signal with his hand toward the back, the others also relaxed their tension along with their vigilance.
It wasn’t only I who confirmed this.
Paeng Dohan, with a satisfied expression, nodded his head, then approached me again and spoke once more.
“Ah, now that I think of it, I heard you caused quite a stir in Sa Do-cheon?”
“It wasn’t such a remarkable matter.”
“What do you mean it wasn’t remarkable? You subdued Soocheonchu Cheon Yul! How is that not remarkable? Wouldn’t you agree?!”
Paeng Dohan turned his head to look at the others.
By then, people were gradually gathering toward us. Those who had initially been puzzled relaxed their guard upon confirming the banner of the Jin Family of Luoyang, and upon seeing Paeng Dohan greeting them warmly, they seemed to have identified me as the Young Master So.
Because of this, the first to approach were none other than the members of the Changyong Unit.
“It truly is a remarkable achievement, Young Master Jin. Or should I say, Young Master Jin the Great Swordsman?”
“Hahaha— Cheon Yul, you say? Isn’t he the grandson of the Ten Emperors? You’ve accomplished something great.”
As their praise continued to reach my ears, I wore an awkward expression and glanced sideways.
Perhaps because of the approaching Changyong Unit members, Namgung Baek’s expression didn’t look good. Having suffered at their hands more than once, he couldn’t face them with favorable feelings.
Confirming this, I looked back at Paeng Dohan.
“Ah, I wonder if you’ve heard, but Namgung Baek has joined our household.”
“Ah, that rumor was true? Wow—! Hahaha, Namgung, you’ve risen in the world!”
“Ha, haha… Thank you, Paeng Sohyeop.”
“You’ve suffered much all this time, so it’s fortunate you’re receiving such compensation now. Isn’t it?”
“Miss Eon’s words are correct. This is all thanks to Young Master Jin.”
Unlike his fearful demeanor when looking at the faces of others, Namgung Baek spoke comfortably toward Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
This was certainly not the tone one used when addressing those who had tormented them.
Thus, while I maintained a certain distance, it meant that I had provided quite a bit of assistance.
Indeed, these two possessed unwavering righteousness and a strong sense of justice.
It was rare to find lovers who matched so perfectly.
I offered a subtle smile and turned my gaze away.
That piercing stare I’d felt since earlier.
As I looked to confirm its source, Moryeong Hyeok came into view, his eyes narrowed sharply as he fixed his gaze upon me.
“It has been a long time, Young Master Moyong.”
“…Yes, it is good to see you.”
“Did you manage to conclude your affairs in Anhui?”
My words caused Moryeong Hyeok’s expression to grow even more troubled.
From his face and eyes alone, I could discern the truth.
He had found nothing.
He must have exerted every effort to uncover whatever traces remained, but the moment word of Pyo Hyeong-geom’s appearance reached him, his attention had been diverted entirely.
Even with the Sword Emperor himself and the Martial Alliance branch mobilizing to comb through the area meticulously, how could one find someone who left no traces behind?
In the meantime, the weather shifts.
Whether it rains or not, the wind blows and people disturb it as they pass. Enough time had passed for the traces remaining in the naturally collapsed Moyong Family estate to be completely erased.
Moryeong Hyeok said nothing and turned his gaze away.
It was a clear display of his unwillingness to answer.
Then Paeng Dohan, standing beside me, leaned in close and whispered.
“Say nothing of it. He’s absolutely seething because he found nothing. If you mention that matter aloud, it will only make things worse.”
“Is that so? That is unfortunate indeed.”
“Indeed. He practically has a fit at the mere mention of Pyo Hyeong-geom’s name…”
Paeng Dohan sighed and glanced sideways at Moryeong Hyeok.
In that instant, his sharply narrowed eyes turned toward Paeng Dohan.
Startled, Paeng Dohan quickly covered his mouth, and I saw Eon Garyeo beside him strike his abdomen with an elbow.
Did he truly believe his words would not carry this distance?
It seemed quite difficult to have such an oblivious person as a friend.
As I entertained such thoughts and turned my gaze once more.
My pupils trembled violently.
Then came a voice far too familiar to my ears.
“What are you doing?”
His gentle voice drummed against my ears.
My pulse began to race wildly, and I felt my eyes tremble as I watched him approach me.
With each step he took, as if revealing his presence itself, he closed the distance until he stood before me, gazing at me intently.
Before such a gaze, I swiftly composed my emotions.
I steadied my trembling eyes, calmed my wavering heart, relaxed my rigid expression, and turned my head naturally.
“Ah, Sect Leader. This is Jin Cheon-u, a young master of the Jin Family of Luoyang.”
“Oho? The Young Master So who defeated Sa Do-cheon’s Cheon Yul?”
At someone’s words, the eyes of the one called Sect Leader turned toward me.
A gentle impression and compassionate gaze.
However, the sharpness embedded deep within his eyes felt as though it were tearing through my entire body.
I presented a fist salute toward him, keeping my expression and gaze as composed as possible.
“It is my first honor to meet you. I am Jin Cheon-u of the Jin Family of Luoyang. I am truly privileged to meet the Martial Artist’s Hoyeon Jangmun.”
“Haha— is that so? So you are the one whose name has been spreading like wildfire recently. I am delighted to finally see you in person.”

Hoyeon Jin, the Jangmun of the Martial Artist sect.

And an existence belonging to the Twelve Angles, spoken of as one pillar of the Divine Sect.
The man who had smiled atop the summit of Mount Taeak was now standing before me.

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