I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 107

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Episode 107
Episode 107 – Direct Disciple
#1
In truth, he had known all along.
Namgung Cheon had become aware that the child before his eyes was his own blood.
It was instinct.
The Heavenly Relation—that bond Heaven itself has woven—one could hardly fail to recognize.
And with that recognition came curiosity.
How far his bloodline had grown.
What measure of talent it possessed.
‘My second son had a cruel nature. What he is now, I cannot say… but.’
His second son and current master of the Namgung Family—Namgung Mu.
He had trampled every brother and sister beneath his feet to claim the seat of Family Head.
That very fact had been the catalyst for his own descent into the sword.
Looking back now, he understood.
A clan that stands upon blood and corpses can only rot away with time.
So he had withdrawn.
Relinquished everything.
And yet…
‘Those whose threads I thought severed return seeking me out.’
Worse still—this bloodline had interfered with his Mental World itself.
An alien presence had slipped into that realm of countless blades.
This was something only his old rival, the Patriarch of the Celestial Path, could have done.
Yet this mere child possessed the instinctive ability to breach a Mental World.
This was talent.
Then…
Crash!
The boy before him had parried the blade he’d swung with such ease.
Impressive.
That last strike was no ordinary blow—no peer of his age could have blocked it.
And so he grew curious.
“Namgung Yeon, let me see how far you can unfold.”
“…Yes, sir.”
What realm had the boy reached now?
Though he himself wielded his sword alone each day, it had been long since he’d matched blades with another—the thought intrigued him.
Snap!
From the tip of Namgung Yeon’s blade bloomed a shimmer, vivid and clear.
‘Hmm…’
At that age, already at the Peak Realm.
He decided the boy was far superior to where he himself had stood as a child.
But still.
“I must also know what purpose your blade serves.”
“…”
Namgung Yeon did not answer.
He merely drew a question mark in his mind, fleeting as it was.
Though they had met only twice, Namgung Cheon was a man of uncompromising principle.
One even Namgung Yeon did not fully comprehend.
He knew him only as sharp as a blade’s edge, taciturn and austere.
‘This too is a far different visage than all I knew of him.’
So talkative?
With that thought, Namgung Yeon resolved to lay bare every card he possessed.
The supreme divine art he had concealed until now.
And the Imperial Sword.
The Changgun Daeyeon Divine Art.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Namgung Cheon, beholding his divine art, started in surprise.
This was…?
“Has the Young Master of the Clan already been determined?”
“No. I learned this by myself.”
“Hmm…”
This was a complete violation of Namgung’s laws.
Yet Namgung Cheon felt admiration rather than anger.
So the boy had grasped the subtleties of those complex martial arts on his own and begun cultivating the Divine Art?
The martial masters of Namgung were called the finest in the realm, but they rarely studied the martial arts independently.
Why?
Because it was easier to follow the path already laid out.
The ancestors had painstakingly refined a way.
A path so well-trodden that one could aspire to become the greatest under heaven simply by walking it faithfully, according to one’s talent.
But.
Perhaps Namgung was stagnating precisely because of this.
That was what Namgung Cheon believed.
“I do not fault your capacity. Rather…….”
“…….”
A formidable presence emanated from him.
Powerful enough to make even Namgung Yeon hesitate.
Namgung Cheon continued, an amused expression on his face.
“If you have not learned properly, I shall reproach you severely.”
“I will not disappoint you, Grandfather.”
So please forgive us.
Those of us who are not swordsmen—Namgung and ourselves.
Namgung Yeon clenched his teeth and rushed at his grandfather.
#2
There are realms that time itself cannot bridge.
Domains accessible only to a select few, the chosen ones.
Now, when Namgung Yeon faced Namgung Cheon or formidable opponents, he felt a helpless despair.
Like staring up from the base of an Insurmountable Gap with no ladder in sight.
A region so sealed that no amount of effort in a lifetime could breach it, and from there he was being crushed down upon.
That despair had tormented him even throughout his infinite regressions.
Yet this moment felt different.
‘What is this?’
Why could he see it all?
Even if he had used something from the Secret Storage, it shouldn’t have been possible.
After all, in all his years of life, he had not avoided using items from the Secret Storage entirely.
And yet his grandfather’s omnipotent power was still something beyond surmounting.
Crash—!
He could see it.
The grain of every Technique Form.
His intention behind it.
Namgung Yeon twisted his blade to block while adjusting the flow of his Internal Energy.
Crushing attacks powered by overwhelming Internal Energy—yet they were strikes he could evade if he moved correctly.
Of course, he knew this was not his grandfather’s full strength.
Rather, what had begun as a test of his raw potential was now advancing into far deeper waters.
“Well done!”
“Ugh…….”
Yet even so, Namgung Yeon had not managed to brush even the edge of his grandfather’s sleeve.
It had been a long time since he had fought with all his power unleashed.
A duel in which he poured out everything he possessed—an extraordinary exchange.
Though he had exhausted every strange movement and Technique Form that a Peak Realm martial master could perform, the distance remained vast.
‘I can see it, but my body cannot keep pace.’
Perhaps this was the limit of where he stood now.
Clang—!
In the end, Namgung Yeon’s Internal Energy depleted first, and he was sent sliding backward, dropping to one knee.
A duel conducted not to kill an enemy, but to truly understand the measure of one’s own strength.
How long had it been since such a test?
Namgung Yeon rose to his feet, a peculiar feeling settling over him.
His grandfather, too, seemed to recognize that his strength was spent and ceased his assault.
As Namgung Yeon caught his breath and looked ahead, he saw Namgung Cheon gazing at him with an odd expression.
“Splendid. And yet I cannot shake the feeling that something is amiss.”
“…….”
“Hmph. Strange. Most strange indeed.”
“My talent isn’t particularly exceptional, I’m afraid. I’m well aware of that.”
“Heh. No exceptional talent, yet at your age you’ve already reached the Peak Realm and mastered the Namgung Family’s secret techniques? Others would curse you for such modesty.”
But it was the truth.
And Namgung Cheon seemed to find something curious about it as well.
“Still, there’s something odd. You clearly have abundant experience, and yet…… your originality falls short, shall we say.”
“That would be right.”
All my movements stem from experience—improvisation born of necessity.
I don’t move by deliberation; most of my swordplay has been transformed by the need to survive.
Yet surprisingly, what came from Namgung Cheon’s lips was praise.
“Excellent. You’ve already transcended the form.”
“……I’m sorry?”
“Originality ultimately requires striking an opponent to be possible. To be practical while generating variables—that is what it means to move beyond mere technique forms in wielding a blade.”
I thought I understood what he meant.
Namgung Yeon nodded and rose from his seat.
Well then, it was time to move to the real reason for this visit.
“Thank you for your instruction. Then…… I would like to tell you why I came to find you.”
“Ah, yes. That’s right—I had forgotten for a moment. What brings you here?”
“My father asked me to deliver this to you. He’s been occupied with the Martial Tournament and couldn’t come himself.”
“Tsk.”
In a single grunt, Namgung Cheon compressed his criticism that the man should have come in person.
Namgung Yeon carefully put away his sword and handed over his father’s letter.
I don’t know what’s written in it.
But surely it contains something that will overturn the current state of the Namgung Family.
“Hmm…….”
Namgung Cheon examined the letter, then burned it away using the Sammaejinhwa technique.
What would happen now?
Indeed, in what manner would the future unfold?
Namgung Yeon touched the object he’d prepared in the Secret Storage and pondered.
“I must return to the Namgung. And…… you.”
“Yes.”
“From now on, be my disciple.”
“……What?”
What on earth was he saying?
For something he’d never experienced before, Namgung Yeon uttered something foolish—the first time since his regression.
#3
A disciple of Sword God.
From some point onward, Namgung Yeon had never served under anyone.
Because if he devoted time to observing and learning, he could master any martial art.
And from some point on, it had become rare to find someone who understood martial arts more deeply than he did.
Yet he had never once received instruction from someone like Sword God.
If he did…… would something change?
His mind began to grow complicated.
‘I should at least present what I prepared.’
Even if he gave an answer, he should offer what he’d readied.
Namgung Yeon withdrew the object he’d prepared from the Secret Storage.
[Heavenly Spirit Pill]

What was the reason he stationed himself at the peak of Hwangsan?
Namgung Yeon had pondered this again and again.
So he’d prepared a Spiritual Medicine to help him observe the flow of Internal Energy more clearly.
And one more thing.
[Heavenly Dragon Sword]

This too was a peerless treasure blade.
In any case, there were plenty of swords superior to it.
He simply hadn’t felt reason to draw it yet.
The Mareung Sword alone was sufficient to deal with Demons.
“Here—it may be modest, but it is the sincerity I offer you.”
“……You?”
“Yes. I thought about what you might need, Grandfather.”
“Perhaps it’s I who should be giving something to you instead.”
Namgung Cheon regarded him with an awkward expression.
Namgung Yeon smiled softly.
“I can procure as many as needed.”
……
“Truly, I can.”
Namgung Cheon studied the depths of his grandson’s eyes, then nodded and accepted the object.
Heh.
How extraordinary.
A lifetime spent only giving to others.
A life where, if something was needed, it felt more natural to fight and seize than to ask and receive.
How long had it been since he’d accepted anything given with such pure goodwill?
Only now did Namgung Cheon see Namgung Yeon not as a martial artist, but as family.
My grandson.
The blood that will carry on the Namgung line.
Indeed… perhaps because it was a gift from my grandson, his heart tingled with warmth.
“I shall receive it well.”
“Consume it now, if you would. You may well find yourself capable of wielding the Heavenly Thunder Technique perfectly.”
“Ha, you’re bold, aren’t you? Did you truly discern that much from my appearance?”
“Yes. After all, your coming to this place was never about obtaining Thunder Energy in the first place, was it?”
Namgung Yeon spoke with easy composure.
That’s right.
This place was none other than the most secret of the Namgung’s secret techniques.
A place created to awaken the Heavenly Thunder Technique, which even the Thunder God himself was said to have obtained in ages past.
A smile settled at the corners of Namgung Cheon’s mouth.
So ancient he could no longer recall when it was built.

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