I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 100

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Episode 100
Episode 100 – How to Overcome Calamity
#1
So Yeon gritted her teeth, enduring the Poison Qi that gnawed and devoured her entire body.
Had she not received generous support from the Dang Clan since childhood.
Had she not consumed the Spiritual Medicine her son, Namgung Yeon, had given her—the Poison Qi would have been absolutely unbearable.
If she lost focus even for a moment, her body would begin to dissolve from within; the rampaging True Qi threatened to tear her apart.
Why had her son given her such a thing?
‘Surely because he believed I could master this energy.’
Even through the abyssal pain and the fog of consciousness, it was clear.
Her son, grappling with that monstrous force.
If she gave up here…….
‘I cannot. I will not.’
Not only for her own sake, but to protect the Namgung—she could never surrender to this raging power.
As she held that thought, a prayer of incantation flashed through her mind.
<Simply let it be. You may need it someday.>
Words her father had spoken.
Instructions to use without hesitation if death ever drew near—the secret techniques of the Sichuan Dang Clan.
Among them, the incantation of the Manyru Guiwon Divine Art came to her.
Thrummmmmmm—!
So Yeon instinctively recited the incantation and guided her True Qi.
‘All things ultimately return to a single source of energy. No matter how much poison there is, in the end…….’
The reason the Dang Clan could govern all poisons—their fundamental truth.
Poison Qi did not ravage the human body because it, too, was part of nature itself.
‘So my body must draw ever closer to the natural world.’
A small enlightenment.
She had finally understood: humans, too, are part of nature.
The martial mind she had forgotten long ago.
She was, after all, an inescapable warrior.
Resolve became will, and will channeled the Qi itself.
Her Dantian began to transform anew.
She could not absorb all of the Poison King’s overwhelming energy, but she could guide it by her will.
That tremendous force would no longer ravage her body.
But how to manage this energy she could not fully absorb?
So Yeon instinctively knew where to direct this torrential power.
And.
[Screeeeeeeeeech!?]
She had come here to finish the Calamity in her son’s stead.
The Poison King’s energy was pure Poison Qi.
A lethal force that transformed all things into nothing but poisoned water.
Had she not possessed the secret art of the Dang Clan, she too would have melted away to nothing.
Then what of you?
“Taste your beloved energy to your heart’s content!”
Roooooaarrrrr—!
She thrust all of the Poison King’s energy toward No Gyeong Hu, who had become the Calamity.
The pure Poison Qi of the Poison King began to seep into No Gyeong Hu’s interior.
And began to dissolve his once-solid body from within.
Why the Dang Clan was feared.
Their blood and True Qi spared no body, however fortified.
“It seems your master never taught you to resist poison!”
To use poison was a warrior’s shame.
This held equally for Demons, righteous martial artists, and unorthodox swordsmen alike.
Only those who had lived through desperate survival alone denied this truth in their lives.
‘Mother…….’
Namgung Yeon stared blankly at the Calamity dissolving away, and at his mother, whose every breath expelled Poison Qi that made his chest ache.
This was a sight he had never witnessed in all his life.
His mother had always gazed at him with a sorrowful smile.
Go, she had urged.
Live, if only you. Look after the Namgung in my stead…….
‘And yet…….’
What of now?
The weak mother was gone.
So Yeon, who had met tragedy in the Slums, was not here.
Fate had twisted—
The sensation of a new timeline opening was overwhelmingly strong.
Was this…… the form she had wished for?
Screeeeeeeech!
Namgung Yeon dragged himself to his feet, limping.
It was not over yet. Not yet.
The strength he pursued had not even begun.
He had given poison, yes, but he could not simply let it return to nature, could he?
‘It was mine to begin with. I shall reclaim it.’
He had to cut off that creature’s breath completely, or there would be aftershocks.
Namgung Yeon wielded the Manyru Guiwon Divine Art, pushing through the vicious Poison Qi as he advanced.
Dang Sal stared at him with disbelief, while So Yeon continued to dissolve away the Calamity.
Namgung Yeon’s Mareung Sword slipped between them and cleaved through No Gyeong Hu’s solid flesh.
Snap.
A clean, perfect sword path.
The Mareung Sword, passing through the Calamity’s neck weakened by the deadly poison, severed it cleanly.
The Calamity that might have dragged the world into ruin fell away thus.
Without even blooming its petals.
Ting…….
The bell of the Mareung Sword seemed to ring mournfully.
As if mourning the countless lives sacrificed.
#2
Namgung Yeon drove the Mareung Sword into No Gyeong Hu’s heart.
The Dang Clan’s Poison Art was indeed not to be underestimated.
Not quite Vajra Indestructibility, but it had reduced a body that could only be damaged with True Qi into something pulpy…
While the Mareung Sword fed, Namgung Yeon had to restore order to the churned interior of his own body.
His companions approached with concern.
“My son, are you well?”
“Honestly…… I am not. It seems I’ve taken serious internal injuries.”
“Ah…… Still, I am grateful. That you live.”
“I find it even more fortunate that Mother is unharmed.”
Even smiling sent a sharp sting through his abdomen.
Still, it was fortunate.
Truly…… it was fortunate.
“There were some casualties, but…… it’s manageable. This much is manageable.”
…….
Namgung Yeon gave a small smile at his mother’s soothing voice, then turned his head.
He could see figures approaching unsteadily from that direction.
All of them were safe.
Because they had held back the crowds rushing from the Slums, victory had been possible.
If No Gyeong Hu had absorbed more energy—
If the slum-dwellers had attacked his defenseless mother——
Then surely they would have reached a terrible end instead of this triumph.
Victory would not have been victory at all.
‘They all did well.’
He wanted to close his eyes and lose consciousness right then, but he did not.
Because there was still work to be done.
If he lost consciousness now…… there would surely be something he missed.
That could not be allowed.
“Mother, I must attend to my internal injuries for a moment.”
“Do so. The Dang Clan will stand guard for you.”
No more figures bearing Demonic Energy flowed from the Slums.
Moreover, the fires and explosions seemed to have been suppressed.
Why the Calamity had occurred in the Slums despite his having cleansed it once before…… would require more careful investigation.
Namgung Yeon looked at his mother seated beside him and closed his eyes.
Ting-ting—!
The Mareung Sword began to expel the Poison Qi and Demonic Energy it had consumed.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…….
With this, he would grow stronger still.
Namgung Yeon swallowed a Recovery Elixir he’d prepared in advance, then settled into Qi Circulation.
His Meridians had ruptured in places, but it didn’t matter.
The potency of rare medicinal materials and the power of the elixir’s mystery made his Meridians tougher and more resilient than before.
Beyond that, there was one more change.
‘The organs that had begun accepting the Five-Color Sound Stage Energy were starting to activate.’
Five organs holding five energies within them.
Good food, good rest…….
And on top of that, he’d poured himself out to the limit tonight—the conditions couldn’t have been better.
The human body harbors such mysterious energy that when the will to survive burns strong, it struggles all the harder.
Those moments of superhuman strength arise from precisely this context.
That was exactly the state Namgung Yeon’s organs were in now.
The energies of the Five Elements, activated by his powerful will.
‘It’s working.’
It was progressing well.
There were occasional creaks and unexpected complications, but in the end, everything was moving forward.
Namgung Yeon comforted himself and focused inward.
He felt the weight of watching eyes upon him.
How exactly were they seeing him in this moment?
Consumed by that curiosity, his awareness plunged deeper within.
#3
“Impressive.”
“I’m grateful everyone survived. However…….”
“I’ll take these two with me.”
Gwang Min, surveying the devastated area near Soho, let his gaze settle on two corpses.
Dang Sal, witnessing this, smiled bitterly.
Two Dang Clan martial artists who had lost their lives in a sudden ambush, without warning.
He would have wished for everyone to survive, but reality had proven cruelly indifferent, taking someone’s life.
Yet the heavens flowed on as if nothing had happened at all.
If someone were watching all this, he wanted to ask them.
Why had they made the world this way.
Was there truly no world where everyone lived in peace.
“The heavens are indifferent indeed.”
…….
“See to these two. We must return and hold their funeral rites.”
“Understood.”
Dang Sal straightened the scattered bodies with his own hands.
Their True Qi had been completely drained, leaving them withered and sunken, but it was acceptable.
As long as they weren’t destroyed, we will remember them forever…….
Dang Sal folded his hands gently and closed his eyes for a moment.
The other martial artists too closed their eyes, offering brief silent prayer for their fallen comrades.
Once Dang Sal and the Dang Clan fighters opened their eyes, they covered the faces of the dead with cloth.
“I’ll bring a stretcher.”
……That’s good.
While the Dang Clan fighters bustled about, the three squads began standing guard.
Gwang Min, watching the trainees standing in silence, opened his mouth.
“If any of you harbor guilt, it would be better to withdraw from the Small Family Head Competition.”
…….
“A martial artist does not draw the sword only for justice.”
“I knew as much, but this happened far more suddenly than expected, instructor.”
Namgung Jinjin spoke thus and exhaled a long breath.
More than the exhaustion that dominated his entire body, the strange experience weighed on his mind.
The tension in his body would not ease.
He might not sleep properly tonight…….
Gwang Min turned to address not just Namgung Jinjin, but the other trainees as well.
It was plain to see they were suffering mentally.
“Do not forget this experience. If you grow strong……you will be able to overturn the root cause of this disaster.”
…….
The trainees’ eyes blazed with passion.
They made their resolute vows, each one steeling themselves with determination.
Gwang Min was certain that the Small Family Head Competition would bring upheaval.
The Sword Discussion Tournament was drawing near.
Group Three would astonish the elders of Namgung.
And their perception would shift.
From a band of nobodies scattered together, to a gathering of key figures worthy of Namgung’s careful attention.
‘It’s exhilarating to think about.’
What would these children, hardened by such brutal real combat, accomplish within the peaceful confines of the family?
He harbored no doubts.
With Namgung Yeon backing them, they would surely be guided toward the right path.
“All of you—well done.”
Gwang Min’s words rang out softly across the silence.

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