I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109
Chapter 109 – Seo Yeol Jeong Ri
#1
An old man had appeared without warning.
The problem was that he had materialized here without the slightest hint of his presence.
This was a place where only cadets and a handful of young instructors were present.
Not a single soul among them recognized the old man’s face.
The Namgung Family, by its nature, rejected those who did not belong to its bloodline.
In principle, only those with permission to enter could set foot in this place.
Yet no one’s memory held any record of this man’s features.
“Pardon me, but who are you?”
“Has it been so many years that no one remembers the face of the Former Family Head?”
Namgung Cheon clicked his tongue with an air of annoyance, shaking his head slowly.
He cast his gaze across the assembled crowd, then heaved a deep sigh.
And at his words, everyone froze in shock.
His grandchildren, in particular, were left aghast.
“The—the Former Family Head!?”
“You truly mean to say you’re the Former Family Head!?”
“Would I lie so carelessly, one that would be discovered in an instant?”
“We pay our respects to the Former Family Head!”
Everyone lowered their heads.
Everyone except Namgung Yeon, who had already greeted him.
The elders would arrive soon.
Those who had realized that Namgung Cheon, the Sword Sage, had come would stream in one after another.
Namgung Cheon—the eldest of the entire Family.
What impact would his arrival have?
That was what intrigued Namgung Yeon most.
‘Moreover, unlike my past lives, I’ve had his help as well.’
The Cheon Roe Ki—a technique that had existed only as legend in the annals of the Namgung Family.
Whether it had been perfected or not remained unclear, but it would be more than sufficient to overturn a rotting board.
The Sword Sage smiled wryly as his eyes swept across the space around him.
“So it’s time for the Sword Discussion Tournament now?”
His gaze turned toward where Namgung Yeon stood.
He was asking directly, looking at him, and the eyes that had been lingering on both figures filled with shock.
Was he speaking so familiarly to that boy, Namgung Yeon?
Now that he mentioned it…
‘The Former Family Head came here with… that fourth one?’
The most shocked were Namgung Jin and his faction.
Though there were others equally taken aback.
‘Why… wouldn’t Father call me…’
‘What is this? Why the fourth—?’
They were the eldest son, Namgung Cheon, who shared his grandfather’s name, and the eldest daughter, Namgung Ryuyeon.
They had never properly known the face of their grandfather and Former Family Head.
This was because, aside from that single time when the eldest son was a child, the old man had never appeared once.
He had said that since he was already retired, there was no need for him to involve himself in Family matters.
Yet why would this fourth son, someone they had never even met, be standing beside their grandfather?
And in such a familiar manner at that.
The eldest son, Namgung Cheon, renowned for his good nature, furrowed his brow for the first time.
His eyes swept critically over the two figures before him.
“Yes. The Sword Discussion Tournament will begin shortly.”
“Are they still pitting adults against children?”
“That’s essentially the case.”
Tsk-tsk.
The Sword Sage Namgung Cheon shook his head in disapproval, clicking his tongue.
While competing against adults was one thing, surely matters that had stagnated within the Family itself needed to be resolved.
What he said next was cutting and to the point.
“It seems the internal hierarchy still hasn’t been properly settled. How much longer do you intend to shield and delay?”
………
“I’ve heard the Family has become a complete mess because of the Demons.”
“That is so.”
The former Family Head looked at the disciples one by one before speaking again.
“Then they should be trained to enter combat immediately—what use is all this, I ask?”
……
His forceful words shifted the atmosphere in the hall entirely.
And in that moment.
“You’ve arrived.”
The voice of Namgung Mu, the Family Head, rang out.
The instant when the man called the current Mu Sin faced the Sword Master.
The silence deepened further.
Namgung Yeon thought quietly in the space between them.
‘Indeed, I’m curious how this fate will twist.’
Events began to accelerate.
He found himself thinking that perhaps everything he had orchestrated would unfold even faster than expected.
“It must have been a long journey. Shall we move to another room?”
“Yes, let’s do that.”
The two men rose and walked away in hushed steps.
And all attention poured onto Namgung Yeon, who remained.
#2
“Yeon.”
“Yes, brother.”
The first to step forward was the eldest son, Namgung Cheon.
It was a curious coincidence.
An eldest son who bore the same name as his grandfather, who was both the former Family Head and called the Sword Master.
Their mother had given him that name, he’d heard.
She’d chosen it hoping he would grow into as formidable a martial master as his grandfather.
Though that story had only come to light much later.
He regarded Namgung Yeon with a peculiar gleam in his eyes.
Namgung Yeon understood why well enough.
‘Brother Namgung Cheon always felt that everything was a burden, in his own way.’
If he acknowledged that contradiction, he would make an excellent brother.
His nature was not inherently cruel, after all.
Later, he would struggle alongside Namgung Yeon to protect the family to the very end.
“Did Father give you a special order?”
“Yes. It’s likely because I don’t draw much attention from outside parties.”
“I see.”
“I didn’t receive anything special. In fact, I nearly died.”
Namgung Yeon knew his elder brother’s temperament well.
Precisely because of this, he sought to exploit that trait and draw him to his side.
The way to redirect Namgung Cheon’s hostility was remarkably simple.
“There was an ambush during my travels. They tried to assassinate me.”
“…What?”
“If you had been there, we could have arrived much sooner.”
“…How dare they.”
Namgung Cheon’s anger was not directed at his younger brother, Yeon.
Who had dared to lay hands on the direct lineage of the Dae Namgung Clan?
Regardless of who among those present might become the Young Master, all were members of the same Namgung Family.
Even the eldest son had been taught by his father and mother to always look after his younger siblings.
That was right.
Setting aside any personal grievance, the Namgung Family itself was not something to be attacked.
Family members who might one day play vital roles in positions of importance.
They dared touch such family?
“Have you discovered who they were and their motives?”
“Yes, it was Bisa Salmak. Surely—”
Namgung Yeon said this and transmitted Jeon Um to his brother Namgung Cheon.
His elder brother was the person needed to set the Namgung Family upright again and thwart the machinations of the Demons.
He was one of those who absolutely had to be brought to his side.
-There seem to be conspirators within. It will be revealed at this Sword Discussion Tournament.
-Is that truly so?
-Yes. That’s why Grandfather came as well.
Namgung Cheon’s expression grew even more complex and troubled.
At that moment, the other brothers began gathering around Namgung Yeon and Namgung Cheon.
“What’s going on?”
“Elder brother, that dimwit didn’t cause trouble, did he?”
And Namgung Jin, who disliked Namgung Yeon so intensely, seized the opportunity to provoke him again.
Namgung Yeon regarded him with an unblinking stare.
Hmm… yes.
It was time to establish the hierarchy.
“You’re not jealous because I went on a mission with Mother, are you, elder brother?”
“What is this bastard spouting now?”
“If that’s not it, then don’t butt in while I’m speaking with my eldest brother.”
“Hah—. Truly…….”
Namgung Jin’s aura began to smolder and rise.
From his perspective, a younger brother speaking so brazenly was unthinkable.
It was only natural.
He was Namgung Yeon’s elder, the man who had always looked down upon and disdained him.
“The Former Family Head’s words were correct.”
Namgung Yeon spoke thus, his gaze sweeping the room.
Given the present state of the Namgung Clan Estate, the Small Family Head Competition was proceeding far too sluggishly.
“We need to establish the proper hierarchy.”
“Indeed. That is what I desired.”
This was a good opportunity to sort things out decisively and open a new chapter for the Small Family Head Competition.
The disciples’ eyes shifted with sudden intensity.
Of course, the instructors quickly brought them to heel.
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“It has been a long time.”
“Indeed.”
“I trust you have been well?”
“Can you not see for yourself? Besides… why is the fourth son so exceptional when the firstborn is not?”
…….
In the Family Head’s office.
The conversation between father and son, meeting after so long, was hardly warm.
Because the Namgung had always reigned as the Martial Realm’s supreme power, the atmosphere within the family was unyielding.
At least, that had been true for the generation of Namgung Mu and Namgung Cheon.
“You must find this difficult as well. Tsk tsk. Why are you so impassive? How did you let things come to this?”
…….
“I know you have much to say.”
Namgung Cheon told his son, Namgung Mu, not to speak at length.
How else would he have sent a letter to welcome him back into the family?
He understood well how complex and heavy the burden of leading a group truly was.
Perhaps… he himself had also fled from such a heavy burden.
“For now, stabilize the family’s fortunes and focus on rebuilding from the beginning.”
“Understood.”
“The blade shall be wielded by me, and you shall be the virtuous ruler. That seems right for now.”
“There are many swords to be used by the Namgung. However…….”
The question was whether the hilt of that blade would truly be his alone.
There was a possibility that numerous reclusive masters might be brought to bear.
What influence would the Former Family Head’s appearance have on the elders?
Surely they would all rise to their feet.
‘That moment might become an opportunity.’
Such was Namgung Mu’s assessment at that moment.
“Yeon, was it? Your son.”
“Yes. I hope he has not shown any disrespect.”
“How could that be? As I said before, I intend to teach that boy myself.”
…….
Namgung Mu was startled that the stern old man would speak such words.
Who was Namgung Cheon?
A man who had become Young Master of the Clan at an unprecedented pace.
A man whose brilliance in the Small Family Head Competition had been so dazzling that others had abandoned the competition itself.
A man born a natural genius, one who had reigned supreme over all others.
There was something he always used to say.
“They’re all equally hopeless. There’s no pleasure in teaching them.”
He had attempted to take on disciples a few times, but not a single person had truly grasped his meaning.
Well, there was one.
That person was none other than Mu Sin, Namgung Mu.
“The fourth one… seemed rather different from the others.”
“So it appeared. And how is that meddlesome old codger faring?”
“He is well, residing nearby at present. Should you grow bored, you might visit him.”
“Hah. That one and I don’t suit each other.”
Namgung Cheon rose from his seat and spoke.
Then he broached the matter of greatest consequence.
“The Sword Discussion Tournament—you intend to proceed as planned?”
“No. In any case, the Demons will move with urgency.”
“My thoughts align with yours. Then…”
“We have no choice but to place our faith in the children.”
This Sword Discussion Tournament, it seemed, would be written not with steel but with blood.

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