The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 67

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 128

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When I was heading from Anhui to the Jin Family of Luoyang, there existed a presence quietly observing her as she trained alone.
None other than Jin Cheon-u and Gu Gunbaek.
Watching someone else’s training was practically forbidden, but who in this world would dare speak of it to those two?
Because of this, she tried her best not to pay attention, and she displayed all the martial arts of the Namgung Family that she had learned.
The strangely focused gaze in Jin Cheon-u’s eyes bothered her somewhat, and the sound of Gu Gunbaek’s laughter as he watched, finding something amusing, grated on her ears.
When about ten days had passed like this.
Gu Gunbaek was nowhere to be seen, having apparently lost interest, but Jin Cheon-u, still sitting in concentration, opened his mouth with an expression of displeasure.
“Does the Namgung martial art focus primarily on heavy swords?”
“Yes, well… that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Heard? From whom?”
“…From my older brother.”
After pausing briefly before speaking, a sudden snicker reached her ears.
Slowly turning her head to look at Jin Cheon-u, sure enough, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Because of this, her face flushed crimson.
She understood the meaning behind that smile all too well.
However, Namgung Yeon accepted it calmly and instead asked in return.
“What’s strange about it?”
“That’s the thing—it’s strange that you’re wielding a heavy sword with your strength.”
“…”
“Heavy swords require power. Most men utilize their subtleties well. But you—you lack the strength, so the blade trembles. Because of that, the power doesn’t come out as desired, and your stamina drops rapidly, making your speed slow as well.”
Namgung Yeon nodded, listening carefully to Jin Cheon-u’s words.
It was far too accurate.
While learning martial arts until now, this was exactly what she had felt. However, because she believed the subtleties of the heavy sword were the core of Namgung martial arts, she hadn’t given thought to anything else.
Moreover, without anyone beside her to teach her anything, she was accomplishing everything alone, so she hadn’t realized that this was the problem.
Namgung Yeon swallowed hard and put strength into the hand gripping her sword.
“Then, what should I do?”
“From what I’ve heard from the elders, the Namgung sword technique isn’t limited to anything. Rather than fixating on things like heavy swords or light swords, why don’t you try what feels comfortable to you?”
Namgung Yeon thought at Jin Cheon-u’s words.
What feels comfortable?
Namgung Yeon repeated Jin Cheon-u’s words and swung her sword toward empty space.
Swish—whoosh!
First, a light sword.
But it didn’t feel natural in her hand.
Sensing something foreign and complicated about it, she shook her head and moved her body with something different.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The subtleties of the sword shifted endlessly.
Yet none of them felt right in my hand.
Or rather, to be precise, since I had never truly trained in them, everything felt awkward—nothing more than crude imitation.
“Remember. Envision the most ideal swordsman you’ve ever imagined.”
At that moment, a voice pierced through Namgung Yeon’s ears.
With her eyes gently closed, she recalled a single person.
Jin Cheon-u.
The sword he wielded came closest to the ideal form she had always yearned to pursue.
She slowly poured that image into her blade.
The technique that unfolded was the Heavenly Bow Unobstructed Sword, called the flower of the Namgung clan.
Moving with deliberate slowness at first, she began to unfold it, gradually gaining familiarity with each motion before accelerating her speed.
Whoooosh!
As the Heavenly Bow Unobstructed Sword technique suddenly bloomed before his eyes, Jin Cheon-u refocused his gaze intently.
When Namgung Yeon’s sword dance reached its crescendo, a faint smile played at the corners of Jin Cheon-u’s lips.

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Whoooosh!
“Gasp?!”
“What is this!”
Baek Cheon and Oh Hyeon could not hide their astonishment.
They could not read the flow of the sword that pierced through in an instant.
Moreover, merely being within her range felt like experiencing the sharpness of dozens of blades carving through flesh.
Both men groaned sharply as they were pushed backward.
Still sensing lingering threat, they hardened their expressions while watching Namgung Yeon with tense faces.
Yet the blade did not strike again.
Instead, her ragged breathing reached their ears.
“Hah, hah… shall we stop here?”
Her words clearly meant to end the match, but the expressions of both men looked distinctly different from what she intended.
Their eyes burned with unmistakable fire.
Baek Cheon’s eyes gleamed, and Oh Hyeon grinned widely. Though they could not identify what sword technique had just come at them, they recognized it as an ascending martial art that rivaled even those of Hwasan and Jongnam.
As a result, they were considerably stimulated.
With this development, things were unlikely to proceed as Namgung Yeon intended.
“Young Master So, shouldn’t we stop them?”
“Let’s watch for a moment.”
Jongnam, Hwasan, and the Namgung clan.
They did not know Namgung Yeon’s origins, but regardless, where else would one witness such a clash?
I licked my lips while watching Oh Hyeon, who was preparing to move.
A deep competitive spirit toward Namgung Yeon burned in his eyes.
Baek Cheon of Hwasan, standing beside him, felt exactly the same.
The momentum of the three began to swell gradually.
Even the countless spectators watching couldn’t help but tense, as the aura they emanated seemed to stiffen their entire bodies.
Baek Cheon moved first.
The blade painting plum blossoms came flying in once more, terrifyingly swift.
It was no crude probing move to test the opponent’s capabilities. There was intent behind it—a determination to settle who held the advantage.
Clang!
Namgung Yeon extended her hand and blocked it.
But it was far more than a simple block.
At the precise moment, she used both the blade’s edge and flat to parry and redirect, dispersing the opponent’s force with remarkable skill.
Then, with a sharp tearing sound, Baek Cheon’s collar was sliced away.
He had barely evaded Namgung Yeon’s blade.
Seeing this, Oh Hyeon of Jongnam’s eyes widened in shock, then he grinned wickedly and rushed forward.
Was his target Namgung Yeon?
No.
His intent was clear—to strike at Baek Cheon, who had lost his balance, and eliminate him from this match.
“Damn it!”
“Haha! Stay down!”
Oh Hyeon thrust his blade forward viciously toward Baek Cheon, as if to claim the entire duel against Namgung Yeon for himself.
There was no hesitation in the strike—the power contained in the blade showed no mercy.
If struck, Baek Cheon wouldn’t be able to stand for some time.
Baek Cheon gritted his teeth, feeling the danger.
But before Oh Hyeon’s blade could reach him, Namgung Yeon’s sword came flying at lightning speed.
Clang!
In that instant, Oh Hyeon’s eyes widened in shock.
Compared to Oh Hyeon, Namgung Yeon’s inner strength was negligible. If they clashed head-on, her blade would shatter and she would be gravely wounded.
But Namgung Yeon’s choice was different.
Rather than meeting him directly, she angled her blade against his to change its trajectory. Without even time for a contest of strength, she simply altered the direction and withdrew, leaving Oh Hyeon’s blade to cut through empty air.
“Hah… hah…”
Then came Namgung Yeon’s ragged breathing.
Since she was displaying abilities beyond her own capacity, both her mind and body would inevitably tire rapidly.
Ha—
I found myself laughing despite myself.
I had known she possessed remarkable talent, but I never imagined she could achieve such dramatic growth in such a short span of time.
I felt like applauding her.
“Your skills exceed my expectations, Miss Namgung.”
Yang Jachun’s eyes also reflected his astonishment.
He likely hadn’t anticipated that she could hold her own so well against the foremost disciples of two of the Nine Great Sects.
Namgung Baek, watching from the sidelines, felt the same.
He trembled slightly.
Though he had seen his younger sister training countless times, he could never truly gauge the extent of her actual strength.
Yet Namgung Baek was undoubtedly certain now.
That his choice had not been wrong.
Just by watching him tremble with his fists clenched tight, it was clear he felt exhilaration at the situation his younger brother had demonstrated.
He had shown something truly remarkable.
I too turned my head again with a somewhat startled expression.
Three men and women stood in a large triangular formation, facing one another.
Even Oh Hyeon’s reluctance to rush forward made it clear that Namgung Yeon possessed considerable skill, and he seemed to be holding back somewhat.
Then, both their gazes turned toward Namgung Yeon.
When he first wielded his sword, I had thought he would be pushed back after exchanging a few moves, but defying expectations, he was demonstrating equal or superior capability to both of them.
Naturally, their interest could not help but be piqued.
The first to observe courtesy was none other than Baek Cheon.
“I am Baek Cheon, the first disciple of Hwasan. And you are?”
“Hahaha! Now that I think about it, we’ve been crossing blades without even introducing ourselves. I’m Oh Hyeon, the first disciple of Jongnam!”
At the voice that reached her ears, Namgung Yeon caught her breath.
Jongnam and Hwasan.
Places whose very names inspired pride.
Thus, the expressions and voices of those who uttered them were brimming with confidence and pride without equal.
Because of that, Namgung Yeon wore a bitter smile.
But soon she corrected her expression and spoke in a clear voice.
“I am Namgung Yeon, currently indebted to the Jin Family of Luoyang.”
“Namgung?!”
“Did you just say Namgung? Did I hear that right?”
Baek Cheon and Oh Hyeon exclaimed in surprise, the name tumbling from their lips.
Their voices were so loud that even those gathered nearby could hear them all.
“The Namgung clan—the greatest swordsmen under heaven?!”
“I heard they had fallen? Are you saying that’s not the case?”
“Ha! Didn’t you just see it? Blocking the swords of two people? How could that be the swordsmanship of a fallen clan?”
Murmur, murmur—
People murmured and turned their gazes toward Namgung Yeon.
Though it was in the past, the Namgung clan had once been the object of admiration for all martial artists of the Central Plains.
Their righteousness, their justice, their unwavering adherence to the righteous path, and during the invasion of the Demonic Cult, they had earned illustrious merit by standing at the front lines to repel them—a renowned house.
Naturally, there was no way not to be astonished.
Moreover, she could not help but differ from the Namgung Baek whom people had looked down upon, for she now displayed divine technique, overwhelming the first disciples of Hwasan and Jongnam while showcasing the swordsmanship of the Namgung clan.
The very image people had longed to see from the Namgung clan.
Even Baek Cheon and Oh Hyeon were so astonished they could not close their mouths, as if they had forgotten to even swing their swords.
“This is….”
I clicked my tongue lightly.
If things continued this way, it seemed there would be nothing more to see.
With just the single word “Namgung” and what she had demonstrated, the commotion seemed to have rather subsided.
I furrowed my brow and scratched my head.
There was no point in waiting any longer.
With that, I clapped my hands lightly to draw everyone’s attention.
Crack—!
The sound, infused with inner energy, reverberated instantly through the space.
The murmuring crowd fell silent in surprise at that sound, and all eyes naturally turned toward me.
Among them, what caught my attention most was the gleam in Baek Cheon’s and Oh Hyeon’s eyes.
They had grasped the subtle principle of ascension contained in that single clap.
As a result, they wore expressions of even greater shock than when they learned Namgung Yeon’s true identity.
I regarded those two.
“I am Jin Cheon-u of the Jin Family of Luoyang. Do you two have nothing to say to me?”
Silence fell, and then a wave of commotion erupted once more.
It was already astounding to witness someone from the Namgung clan and their martial prowess, but now the Young Master of the Jin Family—the one most talked about in the martial world recently—stood before them.
Baek Cheon and Oh Hyeon stared at me with dumbfounded expressions, their eyes asking what on earth was happening.
Receiving their gazes, I glanced subtly toward the inn.
Only then did the two of them notice the destroyed inn.
Realizing what they had done, I could see their complexions rapidly draining of color.
“Shall we talk? Or should I visit Jongnam and Hwasan directly myself?”
I smiled faintly while pressing them.

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