The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 82

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 82

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Late into the night, the Emperor drank the medicinal broth Chaeseoha had brought and received her acupuncture treatment.
Though he had not yet consumed the Spirit Elixir she had crafted, he could feel throughout his entire body that his condition was improving far more than before.
Vitality and vigor had returned to him, and his voice had grown vibrant once more.
For the first time in ages, he had been able to share a bed with her, and he found himself harboring the expectation that he would soon recover completely.
The Emperor quietly raised his upper body and turned his gaze away.
Chaeseoha, her head bowed, came into view.
“How much longer until the Spirit Elixir is ready?”
“Yes, I am doing my utmost, but it cannot be completed in merely a day or two….”
“Hasten it as much as possible. Unless you wish to keep your head attached to your shoulders.”
“I, I apologize most humbly.”
At that ominous threat, Chaeseoha bowed her head deeply. Yet the Emperor, as though scarcely concerned, rose from his seat and methodically gathered his garments about him.
In truth, even if she could not produce the Spirit Elixir swiftly, he would not have killed her.
Her condition was improving so visibly with merely the acupuncture and medicinal broth—how could he possibly do such a thing?
He merely urged her forward out of his own desire to recover as quickly as possible.
The Emperor, now fully clothed, set himself in motion.
The moment he opened the door and stepped outside, Ga Inhoo and countless bodyguards who had been standing watch pressed close to his side and followed in his wake.
Chaeseoha followed as well.
Upon discerning their direction, she squeezed her eyes shut.
She could sense where they were headed.
Once again, she would witness people torn to shreds before her eyes, and she would be forced to observe the Emperor toying with countless women.
Though her heart yearned to remain here, her position at the Emperor’s side left her no such choice.
Chaeseoha bit her lip firmly and steadied her breathing.
Several vials of medicine within her bosom brushed against her skin.
‘If an opportunity presents itself…!’
The moment a gap appeared, she could escape this hell.

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It didn’t take long for me to realize I had no need to go searching for anyone.
I slipped out of the Auction House and took a few steps forward.
Yet before my eyes, a throng of people had gathered—numerous Honored Guests and the Warriors escorting them.
Every last one of them gripped their blades with sharp, piercing gazes fixed upon me.
Was this because of the Spirit Elixir faction?
Or was this my uncle’s doing?
As I turned my gaze to comprehend the situation, I caught sight of Jin Baek-ryong approaching slowly from a distance, his face concealed behind a serpent mask.
His eyes burned with lethal intensity.
Beside him, his gaze flickering with malice as he drew near, I could see not only the Five Masters I’d encountered this morning but numerous other Bodyguards as well.
It appeared he had gathered reinforcements to prepare for any contingency.
Naturally, more than fifty men encircled me.
I regarded Jin Baek-ryong.
“What are you doing?”
“Can’t you see? A powerful man wielding his strength against a swindler.”
“A swindler?”
“Did I not tell you yesterday? That gamble was a fraud.”
“You’re confessing that you cheated me?”
“You’re the one, you scoundrel!”
Jin Baek-ryong’s voice cut through the air, his eyes blazing with venom.
At his outburst, the Warriors beside him placed their hands upon their Swordsmen Faction blades. At a single glance or word, every one of them would draw steel and strike.
I gazed upon the scene and laughed.
“It seems the interest on four hundred is amusing to you.”
“You coerced me into a contract through intimidation, and if the gamble itself was fraudulent, then it’s void. Return the money you took from me yesterday and kneel. Do that, and I’ll let you keep all your limbs intact.”
Jin Baek-ryong spoke with absolute confidence.
He spoke of the fraudulent gamble without hesitation, and he clearly possessed the certainty that I could not escape this situation by any means.
After all, he had assembled such overwhelming numbers.
In the moment I smiled faintly at the sight before me—
-ROOOAAARRR!
A tremendous roar erupted from somewhere, and every person present turned their gaze in alarm.
Then the scene unfolded before my eyes.
The highest VIP Seating in the Arena.
There, a figure wearing a Yellow Dragon mask revealed himself. As he appeared alongside dozens of Bodyguards, the crowd erupted in cheers.
There was no need to even wonder who it was.
The Emperor.
The Emperor had just revealed himself in the Arena.
Undoubtedly, he would watch the bloody duels unfold below while drinking and reveling, then lead the women to the Main Hall prepared for him.
Looking closely at his entourage, one woman stood out distinctly.
A white mask concealing her entire face. Though her features remained hidden, her figure alone told me it was Chaeseoha.
Then, something peculiar caught my attention.
Not those surrounding me in this place, but others.
I watched the Emperor quietly, observing him move busily before vanishing from sight.
His movement technique wasn’t entirely clear, but there was something oddly familiar about it.
It resembled the methods of the Taoist Priests.
I let out a soft chuckle.
Then I withdrew the cloth that Jin Baek-ryong had signed from my robes and handed it to Gu Gunbaek.
“What is this?”
“If you obtain that, it will be yours, sir.”
“What? Really?! Ahahaha! You clever bastard! I knew I could trust you!”
Gu Gunbaek burst into hearty laughter and gazed at the people before him.
Though not overtly menacing, his eyes gleamed with ferocity.
The piercing gaze of a predator fixed upon them.
But soon he withdrew his stare and shoved Jang Chuchyeong beside him.
“Huh? Wha—?!”
“What are you doing, you fool of a disciple? Clean this up. Your master will handle the conversation with that one.”
“But there are so many people here!”
“That’s exactly why it’s training, you idiot. Now move! Stop wasting time!”
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Jang Chuchyeong looked at me with bewilderment.
He already knew who his opponent was.
Had he not known Jin Baek-ryong’s identity, he wouldn’t have hesitated, but knowing who it was made him reluctant to throw a punch.
His eyes held a question—’Do I really have to do this?’—and I nodded lightly in response.
“It’s fine. They’ll become people unrelated to us anyway.”
“You’re taking responsibility for that!”
“I am.”
The moment the words left my mouth.
Jang Chuchyeong closed the distance between himself and the man before Jin Baek-ryong in an instant, unleashing a punch.
Thwack!
With a sickening sound, his opponent’s body bent like a shrimp, his eyes and tongue nearly bursting from their sockets as he flew backward.
Crash-crash-crash!
He swept through the surrounding crowd in an instant, and with that single blow, four or five people vanished before my eyes.
“Hyah-ha-ha!”
But Jang Chuchyeong didn’t stop there.
He had already been told to finish everyone except Jin Baek-ryong.
Moreover, having been instructed not to worry about anything, his fists rained down like a downpour, striking in all directions.
“Ha-ha! Well done, well done! That’s how you do it!”
Gu Gunbaek, watching from the sidelines, clapped his hands and roared with laughter.
The irritation he’d felt from the First Leader seemed to have vanished entirely. He appeared completely absorbed in the battle his disciple was waging.
“…This madman! Do something! Kill him!”
Finally, even those around them drew their blades.
Their opponent was merely one man.
With victory being the only acceptable outcome, they didn’t hesitate and charged forward despite the rain of fists descending upon them.
Puff, puff, puff, puff—!
The surroundings descended into chaos in an instant.
With strikes so ghostly and precise that one might question whether he fought alone, even the bodyguards of the Honored Guests found themselves unable to mount an effective defense.
Men flew through the air with each punch.
As Gu Gunbaek’s martial arts—known as the Fierce Tiger Emperor’s technique—intertwined with Jang Chuchyeong’s divine power, which I had never properly unleashed before, the true depth of his prowess became evident. No one seemed capable of standing against that beast.
“Ahahaha! More, more! Strike harder, harder! Bash my skull in completely!”
Gu Gunbaek, now seated on the ground, shouted words of encouragement—or rather, something far from it.
Empowered by that voice, the inner force channeled through each punch grew increasingly formidable, and my movements began to resemble those of a savage predator.
This was the first time I had unleashed my martial arts so mercilessly.
The wound I had suffered at the hands of the First Leader seemed instead to have shed the shackles that bound me.
I was gradually adopting the techniques of the Fierce Tiger Emperor.
Having served as a servant for so long, the martial arts of the Fierce Tiger Emperor had never quite fit me—but now, it seemed to align.
Observing this, I turned my gaze toward Jin Baek-ryong.
His eyes trembled violently at the unbelievable sight.
Seemingly unprepared for such circumstances, cold sweat beaded and dripped from his brow.
A smirk naturally formed at the corner of my lips.
He could no longer retreat.
Even if Jang Chuchyeong exhausted himself and collapsed, Gu Gunbaek remained—a living hell.
There was no way he could escape this place unscathed.
Committing that sight to memory, I turned away.
Moving slowly, I gazed toward where the Arena lay.
They seemed not yet to have noticed the commotion unfolding here, but it was inevitable that word would soon reach them.
But before that.
Something else would become the problem.
I shifted my gaze from the Arena elsewhere.
The entrance to Dowon Village.
It had grown turbulent from moments ago.
As I quietly turned my attention there, I saw figures I identified as the Crown Prince and Chungho entering. They stood frozen, their expressions blank with disbelief at the chaos unfolding before their eyes.
They were meant to be the ones causing the disturbance, yet events had already spiraled beyond their control. How bewildering it must be.
Crash—!
At that moment, Jang Chuchyeong’s fist swung with terrifying force.
As the punch infused with inner force struck someone, their upper body flew into the air, raining blood.
“Ugh… Ahhh… Aaaahhh!”
“What is this monster?!”
“This is not what was promised! Such a master!”
Someone I presumed to be one of the Five Masters cried out.
Yet whether that voice had drawn Jang Chuchyeong’s attention, his sharp predatory eyes fixed upon the speaker, and like a tiger, he lunged forward, wielding claws that gleamed with lethal intent.
Splurt—!
One of the Five Masters’ head flew off with appalling ease.
His staggering body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
It had become a bloodbath.
“Save me—!”
“What kind of madman does something like this!”
Thud—! Thud thud thud thud!
Only then did those who grasped the reality of their situation begin fleeing for their lives.
But it was already too late to evade the rampaging beast. With movements as swift and agile as a predator, Jang Chuchyeong closed the distance in an instant, and the fists he unleashed upon his prey showed no mercy—unlike before.
Thud thud thud thud!
In moments, several bodies were torn asunder, and Jang Chuchyeong, drenched in blood from head to toe, let out a sinister grin.
As if he were savoring this hunt.
As the terrified prey scattered in flight, the chaos around us only intensified.
For the Crown Prince, it was an opportunity beyond measure.
A common brawl among honored guests in Dowon Village.
No one could perceive it as anything else.
Thanks to this, even though the Crown Prince had entered with over a hundred men under his command, not a soul paid them any attention.
Only then did I hear the Crown Prince’s voice—one I had heard before.
“You there—find and eliminate all those bearing gold and jade tokens. Chungho and the rest of you come with me.”
“As you command!”
Those tasked with eliminating the gold and jade token bearers appeared to be martial artists personally trained by the Crown Prince.
They all seemed to possess exceptional skill, and I had no doubt they were cultivated with Chungho’s assistance.
Though they moved swiftly to spread out, verifying the possession of tokens among everyone in this vast Dowon Village was nearly impossible.
That left only one simple choice.
Kill them all.
Resistance would be formidable, but they would have come prepared for that.
The Emperor’s retainers would surely be helpless against such an assault.
But if the situation tilted too heavily in the Crown Prince’s favor, that would be problematic.
I moved, suppressing my presence entirely.

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