The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 89

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 150

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“What in the world is happening!?”
Hyeon Kang, the Family Head of Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, could not believe the situation unfolding before him.
Chaos had erupted in the village without warning, and his sect disciples were falling in an absurd manner.
But as if that were not enough, those who came rushing breached the family’s walls and poured inside.
The Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga’s signboard meant nothing to their eyes.
“Hehehehe! Ten taels!”
“Damn it! That bastard’s head is mine!”
“Money, money! Hahahaha!”
Those who had breached the walls shouted thus while swinging their blades. The sight of the Sega’s warriors falling helplessly was so surreal that it seemed impossible this was not a dream.
“You wretches—! Do you know where you are!?”
As Hyeon Kang stepped forward with his sword drawn and bellowed, the eyes of those who had breached the walls gleamed as they fixed their gaze upon him.
Eyes so greed-filled that even Hyeon Kang felt himself shrink back.
Yet they did not dare approach recklessly, merely watching and waiting for an opening.
Hyeon Kang gritted his teeth once more.
In the moment he drew his blade with speed, unleashing a tempestuous aura.
Another group breached the walls and entered.
In an instant, Hyeon Kang’s eyes changed.
The Mount Seol Sect and the Mount Myeongsa Sect.
Upon seeing them, he finally exhaled in relief.
“Have you returned from your task? I apologize, but would you repel those ruffians? I must discover which rabble dares target the Hyeon family and wring them dry—!?”
In that moment.
The Mount Seol Sect disciples rushed toward Hyeon Kang.
The sight of their blades extending in an instant was no dream.
Hyeon Kang hastily retreated and parried their strikes.
Clang—!
With a sharp ring, he pivoted again, evading a blade coming toward his ribs while unleashing a whip-like strike with his weapon.
Whoosh—!
As he watched the Mount Seol Sect disciple fly away, his brow furrowed. Then, as if waiting for this moment, the Mount Myeongsa Sect disciples appeared.
“What are you doing!?”
“My apologies, Family Head! Please consider this as karma!”
“Have you lost your minds? Do you truly expect to raise your blades against the Hyeon family and walk away unscathed?”
“Perhaps you will, actually.”
At these incomprehensible words, Hyeon Kang’s brow narrowed.
It felt as though they were overthrowing an Emperor seated upon his throne.
Their blades were no illusion, and the paradise that had been breached was crumbling and shattering with each passing moment.
I couldn’t help but feel dismayed as my carefully constructed foundation—built grain by grain—crumbled before my eyes in a single instant.
Yet I gritted my teeth, refusing to surrender.
Where was the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga?
A place that had survived even the invasion of the Demonic Cult.
We had endured by bowing our heads and kneeling at their feet, and thanks to that, the once-mighty Mount Seol Sect and Mount Myeongsa Sect were shattered, allowing us to naturally seize their positions and climb to where we stand today.
Some might call it cowardly and shameful, but there’s no reason to curse it when it became the very foundation upon which future generations could thrive.
And we have preserved this legacy all the way to the present.
Therefore, the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga does not crumble easily.
“You wretches—! I will never forgive this! I swear I shall repay this debt!”
Kwaaaaaack—!
My aura erupted with terrifying intensity.
Do not mock me as a frog in a well.
Though we are known only throughout Gansu, the power we have accumulated over the years is considerable.
The ferociously unleashed force suppressed everything around us.
Not only the bandits but even the disciples of Mount Seol Sect and Mount Myeongsa Sect trembled, their bodies shrinking back from my overwhelming presence.
A single person could sway the entire battlefield.
This is precisely why one must possess strength in the martial world.
Shing—
Then.
The sound of a blade being drawn echoed from somewhere.
Startled, I turned my head to look in that direction.
My eyes trembled.
“…Who are you?”
Thud—thud—
A figure walked through the wide-open gate.
He slowly drew his sword, smiling as our eyes met.
A face I could never forget.
Jin Cheon-u of the Nakhyang Jin Family.
Why was he here?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, Jin Cheon-u’s body came flying at me.
This is bad.
An extraordinarily sharp strike.
I held my breath to block it, about to swing my blade in counterattack when—
Kurrrumble—!
Suddenly, the ground began to shake with a tremendous tremor.
The tremor was so violent that even I, struggling to maintain my balance, staggered, and the pavilion began to collapse with grotesque sounds.
A brief but powerful earthquake.
As the tremor ceased and I barely regained my footing, lifting my head—
Jin Cheon-u’s blade, now within arm’s reach, came sweeping down.
Clang—!
The blade I swung severed Hyeon Kang’s sword cleanly.
At the same moment.
Screech—!
Splurt!
My blade pierced through his body, creating a fountain of blood.

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I watched silently as Hyeon Kang collapsed.
Blood gushed from his chest, and he seemed to have lost consciousness from the tremendous impact.
Fortunately, he was still breathing.
I had never intended to kill him in the first place.
But I was fortunate.
I hadn’t thought I could suppress him with just one strike, but the sudden earthquake had caused Hyeon Kang to lose his balance.
Rumble—
Feeling the continuous aftershocks, both large and small, I flicked the blood from my blade and turned my gaze away.
Crash—!
The halls of the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, which had stood intact until now, began collapsing with tremendous noise due to the earthquake.
It was like watching a sandcastle crumble.
Those who staggered from the trembling aftershocks barely regained their balance and stared at me.
Merely one strike.
Their eyes reflected disbelief at the situation that had unfolded from that single blow.
Whether it was because of the earthquake or not, it didn’t matter.
The problem was simply that the Family Head they trusted and followed had been cut down in one strike.
I raised my voice as I looked at the trembling warriors.
“I am Jin Cheon-u of the Nakhyang Jin Family. Warriors of the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, lay down your swords and surrender. If you wish to continue, I will not stop you, but….”
At my words, the warriors of the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga held their breath.
With trembling eyes, they alternated their gaze between the fallen Hyeon Kang and me retrieving my blade, then swallowed hard and looked at one another.
They had no idea what to do.
Moreover, they seemed completely bewildered about why this had happened.
Then.
Namgung Yeon entered through the wide-open gate.
In one hand, he dragged Hyeon Illyang, whose hair had been cut off and whose face was so swollen and bruised from the beating that it was barely recognizable.
Because of this, gasps of shock echoed from various corners.
First the Family Head, now even the Young Master.
They must have felt like they were facing an unbelievable reality.
I looked at Namgung Yeon and asked.
“You didn’t kill him?”
“I chose to beat him rather than kill him. It felt far more satisfying that way.”
“Well done. But why is his hair like that?”
“I thought it would ease my mind to cut it the same way.”
Namgung Yeon hurled the unconscious Hyeon Illyang to the ground while smoothing back his own hair.
Only then did he realize why his hair had suddenly become short.
It seemed to be a matter of “experience it yourself,” but he appeared unaware that the meaning of hair differed vastly between what a woman valued and what a man considered important.
I offered a bitter smile and settled onto the steps.
At my feet lay Hyeon Kang and Hyeon Illyang, who led the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga, and the sight of me looking down upon them was sufficiently threatening to those present.
Then I shifted my gaze toward the warriors of the Hyeon Family.
“If you do not surrender your blades, I shall interpret that as your intention to continue war with the Jin Family.”
The effect of those words was considerable.
Immediately after, those who had been trembling cast down their swords and fell to their knees.
Though they did not fully comprehend the situation, the mention of war with the Jin Family seemed to have struck a chord in their hearts.
The warriors exchanged glances, their eyes darting about nervously.
Could it be that the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga had challenged the Nakhyang Jin Family? Their expressions seemed to ask, yet none of them actually knew.
I turned my head and surveyed the interior of the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga compound.
The once-beautiful courtyard was now stained crimson with blood, the pavilions scattered throughout lay broken and destroyed, and even the walls that had clearly separated inside from outside had crumbled.
Members of the Hyeon Family lay strewn about in various places, and the faces of those who stood silently gazing upon them, declaring victory.
The victor and the vanquished were clearly distinguished.
I smiled and nodded.
Now that the matter was settled, there remained something to be done.
I withdrew a money pouch from my garment and grasped several banknotes in my hand.
Then I tossed them toward where the bandits had gathered, and whether due to the inner force I channeled, they fluttered through the air before landing in someone’s hands.
The man who had effectively commanded the bandits.
“Should anything be lacking, come to the Jin Family. We shall provide it.”
“…Are you truly giving this? So, so much….”
“I wagered money, and you performed the work. Should we not make clear what is owed and what is given?”
At those words, the man swallowed hard and nodded.
My words might seem moving to them, but what truly mattered to them now was the amount written on the banknotes.
Money enough to make their hands tremble.
I had given them far more than what would have been needed even if I had slain everyone, so how could their hearts not swell with joy.

-Uwaaaaaah!

The bandits embraced one another in celebration.
They had obtained in mere hours what would normally require years of risking their lives to earn—their joy was inevitable.
I observed them for a moment before turning my gaze elsewhere.
My attention shifted to those standing motionless.
The Mount Seol Sect and the Mount Myeongsa Sect.
In truth, they had contributed far greater merit than the bandits, so I found myself thinking that half of this money ought to go to them.
Just as I was about to speak.
A representative from the Mount Seol Sect stepped forward and bowed.
“We are content as we are.”
“You mean you won’t accept payment? Did you not achieve the greatest merit?”
“Haha, we’ve already settled the matter with the Mount Myeongsa Sect. We truly are fine, so please use the funds wherever you see fit, Young Master.”
I nodded and returned the promissory note I had been about to produce.
To the bandits, this might have seemed peculiar, but considering the future favors I would gain from these two sects, it was hardly significant.
By declining payment here, they demonstrated they were unlike the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga—not blinded by greed—and showed they participated purely out of righteousness.
The bandits present would speak of this in the inns, and those who heard the tale would give them their thumbs up.
Yet behind the scenes, they would steadily dismantle the family piece by piece.
I let out a quiet chuckle as I looked at the man, and noticing his intentions had been read, he wore an awkward expression.
“Ugh—”
Then.
With a faint groan, Hyeon Kang’s eyes opened.
As his blurred vision gradually sharpened, his body trembled as he raised his upper body, his eyes quivering violently.
“What… is this…?”
The warriors who should have been protecting the Gi Ryeon-hyeon-ga were all kneeling, or lay collapsed in pools of blood, showing no sign of movement.
For Hyeon Kang, who had long led the family, this was a catastrophe far worse than a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
Soon his trembling eyes turned toward me, seated before him.
“Did you sleep well?”
“You…”
“If you thought you could draw your blade against the Nakhyang Jin Family and walk away unscathed, you were mistaken. This is the consequence.”
“Surely not…”
The moment my words reached him, Hyeon Kang hastily turned his head.
Upon seeing his fallen son’s face, he understood.
All of it—the commotion over blades and two women—had been directed at the household members of the Nakhyang Jin Family.
He had placed bounties on the women’s heads, ordered them hunted, commanded them captured.
All without realizing this was a declaration of war against the Jin Family.
“…I did not know!”
“But you did draw your blade, did you not?”
“…!”
No, ignorance, such things held no meaning.
The martial world was a place where one could die by a blind blade at any moment.
The very act of drawing one’s sword first meant mutual death, so a battle for annihilation was hardly surprising.
Hyeon Kang was not one to remain ignorant of such matters.
Thus, he trembled as he gazed upon me.
“Spare me!”
“I will not take your life. However, the tribulations you must endure will be quite severe.”
“W-what do you…?”
At my sudden words, Hyeon Kang’s gaze shifted toward the Mount Seol Sect and Mount Myeongsa Sect. Only then did he grasp what was about to unfold.
Most of the Sega’s elite lay dead or knelt in submission.
With the Hyeon Family’s walls and pillars crumbled, and their spiritual pillars—the Family Head and Young Master So—reduced to such a pitiful state, few would remain willing to stay. The family’s strength would naturally wane.
How could the two sects simply stand idle?
They would repay tenfold what they had suffered.
This was something far different from merely dismantling the Hyeon Family’s enterprises.
Watching Hyeon Kang’s complexion turn ashen, I rose from my seat.
“Then I wish you well.”
“Wait! I say, Jin Gongja!”
As I departed, Hyeon Kang cried out desperately.
Desperate to seize me by any means, he attempted to rise and rush forward, but his wounds ran too deep, and he collapsed back down.
Soon, all that echoed was his hollow, reverberating cry.
“Gongja—!”
“공자—!”

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