He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 123

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Chapter 123

Episode 123

“Baekseol-a!”

“Chirp!”

“Spit it out!”

Wak.

Baekseol spat out Changcheon.

“Eat it again!”

Nom!

Baekseol ate Changcheon again.

“Baekseol! Eat! Spit! Eat!”

Wak, nom, wak, nom.

“Oh my, well done.”

Pat pat.

“Chirp chirp.”

Namgung Cheon-gang stroked Baekseol’s head while calming his own heart.

How shocked he was when she first swallowed Changcheon.

He thought he might have seen it wrong.

But she ate it so deliciously?

Seeing her make that expression like ‘I ate it deliciously, thank you.’

Ah, I’m screwed, he thought.

It wasn’t just any divine artifact, but Namgung’s divine artifact.

The divine sword containing the source of Namgung’s martial arts.

And she just ate it up?

‘My neck would be cut off just as quickly.’

The image that came to mind was his own head being cleanly severed by the Sword King’s blade.

All the color drained from his face.

But fortunately.

There was no need for his head to fall.

It turned out she could eat and spit it out?

‘When I desperately cried out with all my heart and soul, “Spit it out, spit it out, please spit it out!” and Baekseol went “ptui” and spat it out, how relieved I was.’

The Master also finally wiped his face in relief.

After that, upon learning that Baekseol had the ability to store(?) Changcheon.

‘Hmm. In that case, we don’t need to store it in the secret chamber. This actually worked out well. We can repair it whenever needed.’

Namgung Cheon promptly entrusted Changcheon to Namgung Cheon-gang.

To think he’d be entrusted with the most troublesome of all troublesome things.

To think he’d be carrying around a treasure that would cost him his limbs and neck if lost.

His body naturally trembled.

No, thinking about it, the Master is strange too.

Just casually giving away something equivalent to a secret manual, divine artifact, or divine sword to be repaired is a bit much!

…Thinking about it, it means he trusts me that much, I suppose.

I should think of it as being recognized.

Very much, extremely so.

“Besides, since I boasted that I’d repair it, I can’t not carry it around.”

What can I do.

I have to carry it around.

Sigh.

A deep sigh escaped.

“Chirp.”

As if comforting him, Baekseol.

Spread her wings and gently tapped Namgung Cheon-gang’s forearm.

Chuckle.

That cute action naturally brought a smile to his face.

“Right. Since the water’s already spilled, what can we do. Right, Baekseol-a?”

“Chirp!”

“Right, right. You’re saying that’s right too? You’re the only one who comforts daddy. Well, of course.”

Gently.

Namgung Cheon-gang picked up Baekseol.

Baekseol, who was held obediently, revealed her white belly completely.

“Who would know that Namgung’s original martial arts are in our Baekseol’s belly. Right?”

“Chirp!”

“Right, right. Hmm, but really, it’s so white.”

Our Baekseol’s belly.

It looks fluffy like a baby penguin.

“…Agh, darn it!”

Unable to contain his emotions, Namgung Cheon-gang suddenly rubbed his face against it.

“Rub rub rub rub!”

“Chirp chirp chirp!”

Baekseol laughed, flapping her wings, saying it tickled and felt good.

“Hehe. Oh my, how cute.”

“Chirp chirp chirp~”

“Right, right. So cute, our Baekseol. But you can’t just pick up and eat anything to trouble daddy like this time. Also, you might get sick, so you need to be careful. Got it?”

“Chirp!”

“Good answer. But, Baekseol-a? Are you okay eating Changcheon?”

Outwardly, she didn’t seem particularly uncomfortable.

If she were, she’d be coughing or already have her throat injured and covered in blood.

But nothing happened, right?

It seems like she’s really okay…

“You’re really okay, right?”

Still worried, he asked.

“Chirp!”

Baekseol nodded and answered that she was fine.

“Amazing. Even though it’s a broken sword, it looked sharp enough to cut through most things… Could our Baekseol’s belly be like an inventory?”

“Chirp?”

“There’s such a thing. A pocket like Doraemon’s that can hold infinite items.”

Our Baekseol’s belly is white, so if we attach a pocket, it would look similar.

‘Is it really like an inventory?’

Should I check just in case?

“Baekseol-a, is there any space left in your belly?”

“Chirp!”

Baekseol nodded.

“There is?”

Really?

“Even with Changcheon there, it’s not particularly a problem?”

“Chirp!”

Nod.

“Really? Then, um. Could you store this too?”

Namgung Cheon-gang handed over the Muktan Hwalin Daesoo he had placed beside his pocket.

Baekseol held it with both hands and ate it with a nom.

Gulp gulp.

It goes in so well.

“Wow. It’s actually going in… If it feels uncomfortable, spit it out right away, Baekseol-a.”

“Squeak!”

“Seems like it’s fine. Is it okay if I check how much can go in?”

“Squeak!”

Nod.

“Good. Then let’s go straight to the blacksmith’s forge!”

Namgung Cheon-gang carried Baekseol and moved to the blacksmith’s forge.

Mak Noya wasn’t there.

He had just stopped by briefly to smelt ore with his disciple.

“Well, Master is busy. He has many places to go here and there.”

He has to go to Cheonggung Jugeom Gak too.

And various places throughout Anhui Province.

“He’ll come again later. Or I can make a gift for Master and leave it ready. Anyway, let’s try eating the items in the blacksmith’s forge one by one, Baekseol-a.”

“Squeeeak~”

“Eat this too.”

“Squeak!”

Crunch crunch.

“And eat that too.”

“Squeak~”

Crunch crunch.

After feeding her this and that, various things, and checking the results.

Namgung Cheon-gang roughly figured out how much Baekseol could store.

Maximum 500kg.

Beyond that, it seemed the capacity was full.

She flapped her wings.

‘Wow, a capacity that can hold 500kg!’

This is practically like having a small warehouse.

Baekseol who was already cute.

Baekseol who even produces A-grade crafted items.

And purification water too—

‘Hmm, I’ll check this later.’

Anyway, Baekseol who has no uncute aspects is showing another amazing ability!

“Baekseol-a! You’re really a treasure! Ehehehehe!”

Namgung Cheon-gang was so happy that he lifted Baekseol up and spun around in circles.

“Let’s stay together for a thousand years, ten thousand years, our Baekseol and daddy!”

“Squeak, squeak!”

Never letting go of Doraemon!

* * *

After his doting love for Baekseol.

Namgung Cheon-gang immediately began repairing Changcheon.

“Even though our Baekseol’s belly is like an inventory, having a sharp sword inside her stomach is a bit worrying.”

Is Changcheon just any ordinary sword?

It’s a divine sword.

If Baekseol runs around and it shakes, poking her stomach and making her go “ouch,” I need to fix it quickly so she can spit it out.

“To completely repair it, I need materials first though.”

Seongcheol (Star Iron), Mannyeon Hanjeol (Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron), Cheonnyeon Cheonnaemu (Thousand Year Thunder Wood), first-grade purified water containing the power of 5-star or higher Heavenly Thunder Divine Art, and the inner core and bones of Cheonnaejo (Heavenly Thunder Bird).

“I can somehow obtain the rest, but the real problem is the inner core and bones of Cheonnaejo.”

The Master said.

He hasn’t seen one since 300 years ago.

A bird that hasn’t been seen in this vast Martial Arts World for 300 years?

I can’t even tell if it exists now or not.

‘It’s probably like the Baekdu Mountain tiger?’

This is troublesome.

‘The Yasung County Chief was already unreasonable, but this is even more unreasonable.’

So, can’t it be repaired?

‘No, there’s no item in my dictionary that can’t be repaired!’

I’ll somehow find Cheonnaejo and procure those materials!

Then, what do I need right now?

Rumors about someone having seen Cheonnaejo.

Namgung Cheon said he heard rumors and would contact the Beggar’s Sect, so I could just wait.

But would Namgung Cheon-gang really just wait?

‘If I can, I should work proactively. Wouldn’t that be the shortcut to faster repairs?’

It’s also about eliminating Baekseol’s potential pain.

If the Master said he’d use the Beggar’s Sect?

‘Then I should use Hao-mun!’

If I search using the Martial Arts World’s greatest information organization, what couldn’t I find?

‘I’ll even find legendary Pokémon!’

Then, shall I go?

To find the legendary Poké—no, Cheonnaejo!

‘Of course, before that.’

There’s someone I need to meet first.

My master.

Mak Noya.

Why?

‘The Master said that if my teacher repaired Changcheon, the materials used at that time might be something similar to Cheonnaejo.’

To procure substitute materials in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.

And also to ask if he knows anything about Cheonnaejo.

So, Namgung Cheon-gang wanted to see his master Mak Noya first.

In any case, Mak Noya is the previous generation of Cheongeumjeong.

Furthermore, he’s someone who received education from the founder of Cheongeumjeong.

If he knows anything, he would certainly know plenty.

Namgung Cheon-gang’s intuition was.

“Cheonnaejo… It’s been a long time since I heard that name. Yes, it would certainly be necessary to fulfill the Master’s request. And fortunately, I know where that thing is.”

Spot on.

* * *

Mak Noya was at Cheonggung Jugeom Gak, beating up blacksmiths while teaching techniques.

When his disciple came and asked an unexpected question, he answered sincerely.

At that sincere answer, his disciple was.

“No way, really?”

Completely surprised.

“Why are you so surprised? Didn’t you come knowing?”

“Well… I had a feeling, but I didn’t know you’d really know.”

“Huh. You’re the type who’d catch a rat even if you fell backwards.”

“Really? Ha, hahaha…”

Namgung Cheon-gang was rather bewildered that things were resolved so easily.

After scratching the back of his head and letting out a foolish laugh, he snapped back to attention.

“Oh right, so where is it, Master? That thing called Cheonnaejo.”

He asked where Cheonnaejo was located.

“It’s not alive. No, rather, you should see it as the materials being perfectly prepared.”

“Are you saying there are inner cores or bones there?”

“That’s right. They’re very well preserved intact. Moreover, since no one can go there, there’s no possibility they’ve disappeared.”

“Ooh!”

My goodness!

Since there are no traces of intrusion, there’s a 100% possibility the materials are still there!

What kind of fortune is this!

It’s as if the heavens are pushing me to repair Changcheon.

‘Then this will be finished much faster than all the hardships I’ve endured so far!’

I won’t have to go to Dongling County, Cheonjaeum, or Namman.

I can enjoy the good life at Namgung while repairing with my hammer, clang clang clang!

Yes, there should be times like this occasionally.

People get bone-deep illnesses if they keep moving around everywhere.

Indeed, indeed.

So where exactly is that place, Master!

“It’s the Anga of Cheongeumjeong.”

“Huh? Our sect had an Anga too?”

“Isn’t that obvious? We’re the greatest blacksmith sect in the martial arts world, how could we not have an Anga?”

That’s true.

Isn’t Cheongeumjeong an extraordinary sect?

Though it’s a single-succession sect with just master and disciple, only two people.

‘The place where there are master-level blacksmiths, heavenly craftsman materials, and blacksmiths who created various divine objects – that’s our Cheongeumjeong.’

On top of that, our founding patriarch created divine-level items.

Not just ordinary divine items, but divine weapons that contained the source of our sect’s martial arts.

This alone makes us a sect of a completely different dimension.

‘It wouldn’t be strange to call it the sect of the blacksmith constellation.’

Come to think of it, isn’t our patriarch a constellation?

Namgung Cheon-gang couldn’t help but smile at this amusing fantasy.

“What are you thinking about to smile so annoyingly?”

“Ah. It’s nothing special, but thinking about elder brother, no, the patriarch, he seemed somehow saint-like, no, immortal-like.”

“That’s right. An immortal.”

“Haha. Right? He’s an immortal, isn’t he? What was I even… Huh? An immortal?”

“Yes, an immortal.”

“A new star?”

“What nonsense. I said immortal.”

Namgung Cheon-gang became serious.

“Master. Just because the patriarch completed his destiny and ascended to heaven, calling him an immortal is going too far. Even if you’re my master, this is disrespecting the deceased!”

“…”

He almost became deceased.

“What kind of brat refuses to listen when I speak once?”

“…”

“Aren’t you going to raise your hands properly?”

Namgung Cheon-gang raised his hands high with a bruised blue face.

“Tsk. When your master speaks, at least pretend to listen the first time. Why would I call the patriarch an immortal for no reason? He said so himself, so that’s what I’m doing.”

Ah.

He said so himself.

‘Well, seeing how he created divine weapons like Yasung County Chief, he does seem to have immortal-level abilities.’

Moreover, it’s not just Yasung County Chief.

Changcheon is the same.

It’s described as being made by Cheongeumjeong.

‘I did say he seemed like a constellation. So he really is an immortal-like person, as Master said.’

Plus, seeing how he left behind thoughts that appeared through dreams…

‘Hmm. A fresh immortal indeed.’

Rather, this makes sense.

If it’s the Anga of a blacksmith sect accompanied by an immortal, there would be something there.

“As expected of Cheongeumjeong! The founding patriarch is an immortal! Keuuk! Amazing! This is why I can’t quit Cheongeumjeong!”

“…”

Namgung Cheon-gang’s attitude change was quite fast.

“So where is that Anga! I want to go quickly and feel the power of the immortal!”

“…Fine, what can I say. The Anga is in Galbok.”

“Ah, Galbok! Then I’ll go to Galbok right away…”

Huh?

Wait a minute?

Galbok?

‘Where have I heard that region name a lot?’

Namgung Cheon-gang thought carefully about where he had heard it.

‘Ah!’

I remembered!

‘Didn’t I hear it from Lord Hosiu of Haomun?’

The place where they’re thoroughly searching for traces of the Muyong Family and Hyeorin-gak.

Plus, the place where blacksmiths are disappearing.

That’s why I told Hosiu I had no business going there.

‘Uh, so that means…’

To summarize.

“In the region where Muyong and Hyeorin-gak, and furthermore blacksmiths are disappearing, our Anga is located, my proud disciple.”

The master summarized it in an easy-to-understand way for his disciple.

“By the way, this worked out well. I had something to ask of you, my disciple.”

“A request… you mean?”

“Yes. A few days ago, I received contact from an acquaintance in Galbok asking for help because the blacksmiths he taught are disappearing. I was planning to stop by Anhui and go to Galbok, but this timing is perfect.”

To fulfill the family head’s wish, I ultimately had to go to the Anga.

And Cheongeumjeong’s Anga is in Galbok.

Then what else could it be?

“Since my disciple has business to attend to, you can also fulfill your master’s request at the same time.”

I have to go to Galbok.

To that place where blacksmiths are disappearing and where Hyeorin-gak, which holds great resentment toward me, has its headquarters.

Ding.

Just in time, a mission appeared too.

“…”

Safety first, becoming the world’s greatest blacksmith is this difficult, everyone.

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