I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106
106 – Toward Mount Hwangsan
#1
A First-Class Assassin.
Traditionally, the dreaded target capable of hunting even Peak Martial Artists.
In the Martial Realm, where transcendent masters could be counted on one hand, the ability to capture a Peak Martial Artist was a formidable skill indeed.
This was why assassins could draw breath and survive among the martial world’s elite.
But what if they faced a direct confrontation?
No—if one failed to understand the assassin’s method of fighting, there would be no difference at all.
‘And yet—.’
This one was different.
The opponent pressed relentlessly, denying him any opportunity to employ his tools.
And while doing so, they methodically countered every poisoned projectile with the same precision.
Grrrh!
……
Each swing of the sword rippling with Blue Sword Qi drew blood in torrents.
The strange heat burned through cloth and flayed skin alike.
‘I must end this in one move. Sacrifice flesh to claim bone.’
Sa Sa, the First-Class Assassin, made his calculation.
There was no winning in a direct duel.
Without some extraordinary secret art, it was impossible to pierce through Namgung’s solid Swordsmanship.
Then.
Flesh severed, bone broken.
Even if he himself fell, he would drag this wretch down with him—the spirit of mutual destruction.
After all, he carried a lethal poison capable of killing even the tiger dwelling in the distant East in a single stroke.
‘I’d hoped not to use it, having saved it for so long…….’
But to capture a Peak Martial Artist—there was no room for regret.
We march together toward death.
The sword, heavy with Sword Qi, pierced through his ribs.
Swallowing the burning pain, the assassin seized Namgung Yeon by the collar.
Most would have panicked, but Namgung Yeon’s face remained serene.
Utterly incomprehensible in whatever he was thinking.
“Come with me into hell, you wretch.”
……
“Master—!”
From a distance, the young martial artist Ho Ho let out a scream.
It was already too late!
Thunk—!
The assassin drove a Short Dagger thick with poison into Namgung Yeon’s shoulder.
“Ha, haha! You are now a dead man!”
……
“This is an Extreme Poison, capable of slaying even that distant beast……! Even if you defend with Internal Energy, by now……!?”
“So that’s what you finally settled on. Poison, after all.”
Namgung Yeon raised his sword diagonally with perfect composure.
The sensation of bone and organs scraping away was nauseating, yet his expression remained utterly unmoved.
“……How……why……?”
“Do you know who I am?”
I, who carry the blood of the Sichuan Dang Clan, thought to settle this with mere poison.
My shoulder burned, but it was bearable.
For Namgung Yeon, who had spent all this time bathing in medicinal herbs——
The fruit of that labor was blooming here, now.
The blade had not penetrated deeply.
Without reaching Immunity to All Poisons, he had still attained a body capable of neutralizing toxins.
And finally.
The Manyru Guiwon Divine Art.
A divine art that could transmute poison into pure Internal Energy itself.
The assassin should have pressed forward with something far crueler than poison.
For one who carried the blood of the Sichuan Dang Clan, poison was no different from nourishing Spiritual Medicine.
“Do you feel safe? Thinking the perpetrator will never be revealed?”
……
Namgung Yeon murmured as he watched the dying assassin’s eyes fill with relief.
But what does it matter.
He already knew everything.
“I’ll just have to stir up the ones hidden within the family. Won’t I, Hidden Repository Assassin.”
“……!”
The First-Class Assassin Sa Sa’s eyes widened in shock.
With a look of bitter injustice, he could not even close his eyes properly before the light of life extinguished.
“Are you unharmed, Young Master?”
“No problem. It was a trivial poison.”
“Thank goodness. As expected…… you have the blood of the Sichuan Dang Clan.”
Namgung Yeon absorbed the poison and dispersed it throughout his meridians.
The carriage was destroyed, so now he’d have to walk all the way up Mount Hwangsan.
Mount Hwangsan was one of the five sacred mountains said to be called the Five Sacred Mountains of the realm.
Grandfather would be waiting up there.
Namgung Yeon began to think about what gift to bring, considering the items in the Hidden Repository.
There seemed to be things he’d surely appreciate.
‘After all, there’s no grandfather who refuses gifts from his grandchildren.’
Namgung Yeon smiled softly and spoke.
“Let’s go. Let’s see Grandfather.”
“Yes.”
The three of them set their eyes toward the dawn breaking in the east and headed for Mount Hwangsan.
#2
Mount Hwangsan.
Once, it was said to be where the White Dragon clan dwelt.
Now only the extraordinary natural beauty maintained its sacred aura, but long ago, it was said that Divine Beasts lived there.
Crack-boom!
The distinctive feature of Mount Hwangsan was, without doubt, the white lightning that struck.
Dark clouds constantly gathered, and from that place white lightning rained down without pause.
It had not always been so.
Only from some point onward.
And because of that, even more people came to see Mount Hwangsan.
“…….”
A single middle-aged man sat there motionless.
Crack-boom!
White lightning fell just paces from him.
Yet the middle-aged man sat as though nothing had happened.
Not the slightest movement disturbed his stillness.
A mind trained to respond with composure to any circumstance—a heart like Vajra Indestructibility.
The man sat still as a quiet lake.
Then his eyes opened slowly.
“Mm.”
The man rose to his feet with a brief sound.
Someone had come all the way to this desolate place.
A place where one ought only to observe from a distance…….
‘A familiar energy.’
And yet, a deeply hateful energy as well.
How could two such conflicting energies be felt at once.
At first it seemed like multiple people approaching.
But as the energy drew closer, he realized his initial instinct had been wrong.
“What is this—one person practicing two martial arts?”
He looked in surprise toward the lower reaches of the mountain.
Three faint figures began to appear in the distance.
Wearing the form of humans, yet almost superhuman, he could tell at a glance.
Those approaching from afar were his own blood.
But…… I don’t recall such a youth.
The man stood quietly with his hands clasped behind his back, searching through memory.
‘Hmm…….’
He could not recall.
From some point onward, all his attention had fixed upon the sword.
A single blade he had carried when he left the Namgung Family.
A man obsessed with the sword—a Sword Obsessed, as they called it.
Others named him the Sword Sage, but he paid no heed to the world’s opinion.
Perhaps that was why.
In the hours he spent consumed by the sword, he was slowly erasing the traces and memories of being human.
“The boy shows some skill, I’ll grant him that…….”
He murmured to himself alone, then closed his eyes once more.
If he could not resurrect his own memories, these lives would perish here anyway.
He decided to care no longer.
What mattered to him now was not people, but the sword.
The Sword Sage, Namgung Cheon.
Former Clan Leader of the Namgung Family, and now a recluse dwelling in the mountains.
Bathed in the white lightning of Mount Hwangsan, he resumed his meditation.
And then.
“Hold on a moment.”
“Shall we rest here?”
Namgung Yeon and his party had reached the vicinity of Mount Hwangsan’s summit.
Namgung Yeon stopped the others and looked upward.
Rumble—!
Colossal bolts of lightning cascaded down upon the mountain’s peak.
That place…… it seemed better to go alone.
His grandfather despised outsiders with an intensity that was almost pathological.
“Wait here.”
“You’re going up by yourself?”
“Yes. It seems necessary.”
The two bowed their heads without protest.
They were already exhausted from the battles they’d endured.
Resting here without concern was easier for them as well.
“Then, we shall await your return.”
“Please be careful, Young Master.”
“I will be.”
It was doubtful he would descend unscathed.
Already, the omens were sharp and vivid—pricking at him relentlessly.
Truly……how different he was every time, compared to his maternal grandfather.
‘This is the card that will overturn the Namgung Family.’
If the Sword Sage in his current state were unleashed, he would surely shake the very foundations of Namgung without hesitation…….
A man who had become one with the sword.
His very spirit would be as sharp and pitiless as the blade itself.
At least, that was how his grandfather had been in his memory.
The sharpest sword capable of cutting away the rot within Namgung.
To wield that sword, he would have to throw himself into the Sword Forest itself.
‘That’s all right. I have…….’
the Hidden Repository, and experience.
Namgung Yeon turned his steps toward the peak of Mount Hwangsan.
#3
He thought it had been a long time since he’d seen this.
That keenly honed presence.
A sensation like facing not a man, but a sword itself.
Namgung Yeon moved forward with deliberate care.
All his action was to simply stand still.
To do nothing, to remain motionless.
This alone was enough to announce his arrival.
‘Truly……there is much to learn from him.’
Rather than wait anxiously, Namgung Yeon quietly surveyed his surroundings.
A realm his talent could scarcely dare to glimpse.
Had he lacked the eye to perceive the flow of qi, this uneasy current would have passed him by unnoticed.
What landscape, then, unfolded within his grandfather’s mind?
What came to Namgung Yeon’s thought was a dense forest made entirely of swords.
A landscape also called the Sword Forest.
Just as he felt himself being drawn into such a mindscape, the voice of the man sitting motionless finally came forth.
“You are quite vexing.”
“I am honored to meet you, Great Ancestor. My name is Namgung Yeon.”
“You…… Are you doing this on purpose?”
Despite introducing himself, his grandfather Namgung Cheon replied with something entirely different.
Namgung Yeon paused, trying to understand what his grandfather meant.
Something nagged at him, and he opened his mouth.
“I thought it was magnificent. The fact that you can manifest a sword through the flow of Qi alone—”
“You could see that?”
“Yes. I simply saw it.”
No, Grandfather.
This answer could only come because I know you.
Because you are a man who cares about nothing but the sword.
He intended to become bait.
“You saw it?”
“Yes.”
“I see…… So that’s how it is.”
Grandfather Namgung Cheon drew his sword.
Then, inexplicably, he smiled and spoke.
“Which grandchild are you?”
“The fourth.”
“I see. Then…… I suppose I should test you.”
Sharp, honed sword intent radiated from Namgung Cheon’s entire being, spreading in all directions.
Namgung Yeon drew his sword as well, meeting it.
What kind of bait was this?
Bait to make his grandfather—a man who knows only the sword—take interest in people once more.
That was precisely what he had to do.

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