The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 87

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 148

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I surveyed the faces of those gathered inside the carriage.
A considerable number stood motionless, their gazes fixed upon the two women. The largest contingent, naturally, consisted of the warriors from Giryeon County.
Next came the bandits, and the remainder belonged to the Myeongsa Sect and Seolsan Sect, perhaps?
Unlike the disciples of the two sects, who had stepped back slightly as if reluctant to involve themselves deeply in this matter, the bandits and Giryeon County forces possessed eyes that gleamed with sinister intent.
The bandits were likely motivated by coin, but what of Giryeon County—were they driven by those whom Namgung Yeon had slain?
Regardless, the situation was unfolding in a most intriguing manner.
Then.
A man from the Giryeon County faction stepped forward.
Was he the commander leading these forces?
His bearing was distinctly formidable.
“Listen well, young lady. Surrender your weapons peacefully and yield. Do you truly believe you can make an enemy of Giryeon County and escape Gansu?”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying. Rather, why should we be treated in such a manner?”
“Did you not slay the Gireonsageom?”
“He drew his blade first. This is merely the natural consequence.”
“Tch!”
At Namgung Yeon’s composed words, the man’s brow furrowed.
Simultaneously, I noticed the disciples of the Seolsan Sect and Myeongsa Sect standing behind them frown as they regarded the Giryeon County faction.
Now they were beginning to understand the situation, piece by piece.
Surely, when requesting cooperation, Giryeon County had presented the matter in a favorable light to themselves.
Yet they said nothing in particular.
After all, they had not come to this place believing Giryeon County had done anything righteous from the start.
They simply could not afford to offend such a power, so they rendered assistance despite their reluctance.
“What are you all doing? Since words will not suffice, subdue them before the Young Master So arrives.”
The man looked left and right before speaking, as if he had concluded that negotiation would prove futile.
Was their hesitation to engage born from a desire to avoid depleting their forces?
If they possessed strength sufficient to suppress the Gireonsageom, they might well have to endure considerable losses, and they seemed most reluctant to face such a scenario.
Yet the Seolsan Sect, despite assuming a ready stance, did not move readily, and the Myeongsa Sect likewise remained hesitant, merely tightening the encirclement.
Having witnessed Namgung Yeon’s prowess during the carriage assault, they harbored anxiety that they might lose their own strength in the confrontation.
But the bandits were different.
“Hahahaha! Coin!”
“This is mine!”
Some twenty bandits cried out and rushed toward Namgung Yeon. It was merely a matter of capturing two women, yet the reward attached to it was staggering.
Who would not wish to step forward?
In that instant, Namgung Yeon’s eyes narrowed.
One against many.
While I wasn’t entirely inexperienced, such situations were always dangerous.
With her breathing steadied, she swung her blade toward the charging bandits.
Shhwaaack—!
A single stroke cleaved across a chest.
The blade, infused with formidable inner force, tore through the bandit’s chest with a ripping sensation rather than a clean cut—but the overwhelming power made it impossible to defend against.
Clang—!
Her next swing collided with another bandit’s blade.
In that instant, tremendous force erupted, sending the opponent flying backward.
At first glance, it appeared her inner force was considerable enough to send him soaring.
Of course, to my eyes, it simply looked like she couldn’t control her power properly.
Clang clang clang—!
Yet she wasn’t entirely failing.
In her other techniques, satisfactory sword energy was evident.
Namgung Yeon continued swinging her blade despite her anxiety over the erratic fluctuations in her inner force.
If she fell, Chaeseoha would be behind her.
A woman capable of nothing but healing—wouldn’t she be captured in an instant?
That was precisely why Namgung Yeon fought so desperately.
But the enemy was no fool.
They seemed to have realized something from the consistently irregular deployment of her vital energy.
“That woman can’t control her inner force! Push this into a battle of pure power!”
“Understood!”
Yes, that was it.
Anyone could see her inner force flowing either excessively or insufficiently.
Now that they’d recognized she couldn’t control it, shifting to a pure power struggle would make victory certain.
No matter how strong one’s force, if it couldn’t be drawn upon precisely when and how desired, it meant nothing.
The bandits surged forward in an instant, closing the distance.
Some clashed blades with gritted teeth, others exploited the gaps, and still others seized the moment her attention was diverted to rush toward Chaeseoha.
“Physician!”
Alarmed, Namgung Yeon desperately tried to dash toward Chaeseoha, but blades pouring from all directions pinned her down.
I watched the approaching figures and furrowed my brow.
Then I quietly grasped a nearby blade.
But something strange occurred.
Just as the distance between Chaeseoha and the bandits closed.
She scattered something from her hand into the air.
Shhwack—!
In an instant, powder dispersed and spread outward.
Simultaneously.
“Gaaahhh?! My eyes!”
“Aaaahhh! What is this!”
The charging bandits shrieked and writhed, tears streaming down their faces, mucus dripping from their noses, and saliva flowing uncontrollably from their mouths.
The powder that rode the wind didn’t stop there—as it enveloped the bandits, people began writhing in agony throughout the area, exhibiting identical symptoms.
“This is one of our family’s poisons called the Flame Spirit Toxin. Phew—the chili pepper smell is quite strong, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. After a little while, you’ll gradually feel better. However, if you’re exposed several more times… you’ll lose all sensation. Permanently.”
At her casual remark, I let out a hollow laugh. I didn’t know what the Flame Spirit Toxin was, but it was likely one of her defensive measures.
Moreover, if I were poisoned several more times as she said, my eyes and ears would go blind and my tongue would become paralyzed, leaving me unable to feel anything.
Since it came from Chaeseoha’s mouth, it was surely accurate.
When I thought about it, it wasn’t strange at all.
That a woman possessing medical skills rivaling Uiseon would have no means to protect herself.
There was certainly something else besides this.
Something that could definitively kill an opponent, unlike what she’d just used.
Since she said she’d obtained various things from the imperial palace, I suspected she’d combined them to create it.
“Ugh—!”
Thanks to that, Namgung Yeon found things slightly easier.
As those poisoned writhed and suffered, a brief opening appeared. Namgung Yeon, not missing that opportunity, swiftly swung his blade.
Swish, swish, swish, swish—crack!
The sword was sharp.
With each swing, there seemed to be some new understanding, and the blade’s edge grew progressively sharper. Even the inner force channeled through the sword was different from before, and he appeared to be gradually making it truly his own.
“…What are you all doing! I said capture him, now!”
Finally, unable to bear the situation any longer, a man from Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga shouted.
He was pointing out that despite the bandits all writhing on the ground, the two sects weren’t stepping forward.
“Tch…! Let’s go!”
In the end, it was the Seolsan Sect that moved first.
Though only six in number, their momentum was distinctly different compared to the bandits.
They closed the distance to Namgung Yeon and swung their blades.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—crash!
The successive strikes showed a clear difference from the bandits. Feeling the weighty force behind them, Namgung Yeon’s brow furrowed as the impact reached his wrists.
“Oh?”
But his eyes held confidence.
Despite being surrounded by six Seolsan Sect disciples, his composure suggested he wouldn’t lose.
He was assessing both his opponent’s and his own capabilities.
I watched the situation unfold and laughed in disbelief.
Namgung Yeon is constantly growing.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—crash!
Swish, swish, crack!
Not only was his inner force becoming more refined with each swing, but he moved as if predicting his opponent’s blade as it subtly probed forward.
That appearance, incomparable to just moments before, clearly demonstrated that he was growing through this very battle.
Truly, a filthy and despicable overwhelming talent.
Someone else had to cross death’s threshold countless times to gain what he was acquiring in a situation like this.
I was beginning to understand just how extraordinary the talent bestowed by the Divine truly was.
That very moment.
In the midst of the fierce battle, a sudden presence was felt. Soon after, it came hurtling forward with fierce momentum, aimed precisely at Namgung Yeon’s head.
Even the Seolsan Sect disciples clinging nearby were left aghast.
But then.
Kaaaaang—!
Namgung Yeon twisted his body in an instant and drew his blade.
He struck down whatever came flying with certainty, and the unknown object shot toward the carriage.
Pwoooosh—!
A massive stone came hurtling through with a tremendous sound, piercing through the carriage wall and embedding itself inside.
I glanced at the object that had grazed my face as it flew past, then turned away with an incredulous laugh.
“Oh? You blocked that one well.”
Soon a voice rang out, and figures began to reveal themselves.
Those who appeared one by one displayed an aura incomparably more formidable than before, standing with imposing presence.
Their numbers were perhaps a little over ten?
At first glance, they appeared to be the elite forces of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga.
Then, the man who had appeared cupped his fist toward the two sects.
“I thank you for holding him in place. Our family will not forget the trust the two sects have shown.”
“Kkhm! Well… if we’d had just a bit more time, we would have captured him. Rather, we apologize for failing to subdue him before the Young Master arrived.”
“Haha, no matter. I didn’t have great expectations from the start anyway.”
The man alternated his gaze between the fallen bandits and the two sects, then let out a scoff. His eyes were filled with contempt, as if he had known from the beginning how this would unfold.
Then he fixed an intense gaze upon Namgung Yeon.
As if to say they were different.
“Did I not tell you? That this would not end here. Have you felt keenly the price of laying hands on Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga in Gansu?”
“You…! You stirred up such a great matter over something so trivial?”
“Trivial? Touching the family is never trivial. And because of the young lady, Father has become quite furious. You should abandon any hopes of this ending peacefully.”
I could hear the exchange between the man, brimming with pride in Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, and Namgung Yeon.
From that alone, I could discern that this man was indeed Hyeon Illyang, the Young Master of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga that Namgung Yeon had mentioned.
Indeed, as one would expect from a place of power, his pride was insufferable.
I found myself smiling and was about to rise from my seat.
Then Namgung Yeon’s voice reached me again.
“…You are the one who has touched the wrong opponent.”
“Haha, such words should be spoken somewhere other than Gansu. This is Gansu, I am the Young Master of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, and the ground beneath the young lady’s feet is the family’s domain—something even the Gonggong Sect cannot meddle with.”
In those words spoken once more, pride overflowed to excess.
He believed that within this place, the power and authority of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga surpassed even the Emperor, and he was certain that no one could lay a hand upon them.
Namgung Yeon furrowed his brow and leveled his blade.
It was a gesture saying: stop wasting words and come.
Was it because of that?
Hyeon Illyang, exasperated, signaled to those beside him, and those presumed to be Imperial Guards began stepping forward one by one.
I watched Namgung Yeon’s tense expression and the relaxed figures of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, then finally opened the carriage door and stepped outside.
Now that the Young Master had taken action, I had no choice but to do the same.
Besides, Namgung Yeon had already gained considerable advantage.
With such thoughts, I took a step forward and emerged outside, and all eyes suddenly turned toward my unexpected appearance.
Despite such a fierce battle unfolding, no one had sensed even the slightest presence, so no one had considered the possibility that someone was riding inside the carriage.
Sigh—
I stretched languidly and loosened my body.
Then I slowly passed by Chaeseoha and approached where Namgung Yeon stood.
“…Young Master….”
“Do not step forward.”
The moment Namgung Yeon’s startled voice rang out, everyone present realized that I was positioned above her.
I naturally stopped before her, looking down from my elevated position.
At the same time, Hyeon Illyang looked up at me, who had appeared so suddenly.
“I am Jin Cheon-u of the Nakhyang Jin Family. Is the Young Master So of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga currently… waging war against the Jin Family?”
“…!”
At my single statement, everyone present could not help but gasp in astonishment.

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