I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111
Chapter 111 – A Gift for Father
#1
Along with Spiritual Medicine, he distributed new martial arts manuals to the children.
One might argue that they were unnecessary, given their place within the Namgung Family, but martial arts naturally developed by integrating diverse principles and techniques.
Namgung Yeon himself had mastered countless martial secrets.
Ten Thousand Streams Return to One.
Ultimately, martial arts were a study of how to embody human movement in various forms.
For that reason, studying many martial texts would prove invaluable to the growing children.
“You really want us to learn all of this……?”
“Yes. Your foundations are solid enough now.”
“It feels oddly thrilling.”
Namgung Se Woon was the first to voice his impression.
Foundations.
To hear that one’s foundations were solid was among the highest compliments a warrior could receive.
The elders always said it.
Your foundations are lacking.
To learn advanced martial arts, your fundamentals must be absolutely unshakeable.
Young warriors asked in response.
Then what exactly are these foundations?
“I’m not sure what this ‘foundation’ thing is exactly…… but in any case, it means we can grow stronger, right?”
“We’ve been drilling the basics to death all this time, and you’re still saying we don’t understand them—that means we haven’t trained with true depth.”
……
Namgung Yeon turned to Yi Hyeon, who had spoken so carelessly.
Yi Hyeon fell silent, his mouth sealed as if he’d bitten his tongue.
Namgung Yeon seized the moment to offer a brief explanation of what martial fundamentals truly were.
He based it on what he had experienced across his previous lives, of course.
It was a conclusion drawn from facing countless deaths.
Ultimately, whenever something was lacking in common, warriors either failed to advance or met their end at the decisive moment.
“Can you swing your sword in any circumstance? Can you execute your techniques without trembling even before a formidable opponent?”
“That should be—”
“Obvious? Yet the Martial Realm is full of warriors who died because they couldn’t do these obvious things.”
“That’s true…”
Yi Hyeon stroked his chin, nodding slowly.
After all, he and the others had suffered greatly when they first began training.
By now, carrying water had become routine, and training under the waterfall was something they were growing accustomed to.
The instruction to swing one’s sword in any circumstance meant to deploy techniques even in such conditions.
“From now on, you’ll continue training those fundamentals while attempting increasingly difficult things.”
“Ugh, what kind of devilish task are you cooking up now?”
“It’ll be a chance to prove what you’ve suffered through so far. So review the martial texts whenever you have time.”
“Fine. I’ll show everyone what I’m made of.”
Yi Hyeon spoke with confidence, but Namgung Yeon turned his gaze away from him, looking toward Jinji.
The light in that boy’s eyes flickered with a strange fervor as he stared at the martial manual.
“With this…… will my chances of defeating Father increase?”
“That depends on how much effort you put in, but it seems the time is nearly upon us.”
“……All right.”
A peculiar intensity settled over the dwelling.
Only a few days remained until the Sword Discussion Tournament began.
In that time, they had to raise their abilities to their peak and prove themselves to all.
That the next generation—the leaders who would guide the Namgung Family forward—were themselves.
Namgung Yeon too quietly began preparing for what was to come.
Today, he would implement the final step in reducing all variables.
The Martial God Namgung Mu.
A man who had tried to save the Martial Realm by displaying overwhelming might, yet in the end fell to his knees before endless numbers.
‘After today, it will take at least double the forces to apprehend my father.’
These were the things he had prepared with the greatest care.
His father loved the Namgung Family, loved his family.
The resolve he had shown when the Namgung fell became the driving force behind preparing items for him alone.
Items from the Infinite Secret Treasures that would never have been prepared at all if there were no chance of success.
The items from the Infinite Secret Treasures were not things fallen from heaven.
Things Namgung Yeon had accumulated by sacrificing his own life, deliberately ignoring the deaths of those around him.
Some had been gathered aimlessly, but others were created or collected with specific people in mind.
Like the Heavenly Poison Pill he’d given his mother.
“I’m curious how the Demons will emerge.”
If things went wrong, couldn’t he simply wipe them all away right now?
With that thought, Namgung Yeon slipped out of his lodgings unnoticed.
#2
Well past midnight.
Namgung Yeon extended his Qi senses outward.
He detected guards scattered here and there, keeping watch.
He would need to slip past all of them and reach the Master’s Hall.
That was his task for tonight.
Of course, he’d already prepared the method.
He planned to use something from the Infinite Secret Treasures again.
The Night Cat Shadow Pill.

A medicinal pellet that completely concealed one’s presence for a certain duration.
Its effect lasted only a quarter hour, and a Peak Master or higher would see through it quickly.
But inside the sprawling Namgung estate, with so many people moving about, it would prove effective enough.
‘I’ve tested it a few times in my previous life, too.’
As Namgung Yeon swallowed the pellet, he felt a peculiar energy enveloping his body.
He would be perceived like a cat prowling through the darkness, unseen.
In his own vision, the path lay revealed in its entirety.
The path shifted constantly, yes, but this much was manageable.
To survive in war, even the most righteous martial artist needed to master shadow arts.
Namgung Yeon moved silently toward the Master’s Hall.
Of course, no one detected him.
“Family Head, I’ve arrived.”
“Come in.”
The Master’s Hall.
Namgung Yeon carefully pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The Master’s Hall within Cheongryong Pavilion.
No one had dared cast a surveillance net anywhere near it.
Only a handful of guards, known to none but the Family Head himself, kept vigil over Namgung Mu.
Yet those few were people who had shown unwavering loyalty and devotion in his previous life.
Trusting in them, Namgung Yeon met his father face to face without hesitation.
“You came without being followed?”
“Yes. I avoided them carefully.”
“Hmm…….”
He found it hard to believe.
But did that change anything?
If he made something unusual out of a father summoning his son, it would only prove that those guards were suspicious men.
Namgung Yeon smiled faintly and withdrew the items he’d prepared.
Things he could only bring out now that he’d reached the rank of Peak Master.
He’d created them because he no longer wanted to stand helpless and watch his father die.
From the Infinite Secret Treasures.
Azure Dragon Scale Armor.

Azure Dragon Divine Sword.

Azure Dragon Pill.

Though there were only three, a martial god clad in these would be more than a match for the First Under Heaven.
A sword and armor, both exquisitely wrought.
And a single pill that gleamed with the brilliance of a lake reflecting the sun.
“What in the world is all this?”
“A gift for you, Father. And also…… a burden, I suppose.”
“I can see it’s no ordinary thing. The question is where you obtained it.”
Namgung Mu studied the items with a grave expression.
Namgung Yeon had just turned sixteen this year.
A child who’d barely experienced the Martial Realm properly—where on earth did he acquire such precious things?
He pressed his son with a look, demanding answers.
All right.
It’s time to reveal the truth now.
He thought it was something he could tell his father.
So Namgung Yeon made a request of Namgung Mu.
“Would you erect a Qi Barrier, please?”
“…Very well.”
With a light gesture of his hand, a sturdy Qi Barrier unfurled, sealing the space around them.
Namgung Yeon spoke without preamble, stating his question plainly.
“Hasn’t it seemed strange to you? Your fourth son, suddenly risen from his sickbed.”
……
“Overcoming his Severed Meridian by his own strength, demonstrating feats beyond belief.”
“Has some Fortuitous Encounter befallen you?”
Namgung Mu could make no sense of it.
How could there be a Fortuitous Encounter when he’d been bedridden the whole time?
What in heaven’s name was his fourth son involved in?
The life he…… had lived—what was it?
“It’s more a curse than an Encounter. I carry memories from my previous life.”
“A previous life? How could you believe in such superstition?”
“The things before your eyes are the proof. I haven’t spent these past three months only training in martial arts.”
……
Namgung Mu fell silent, his gaze fixed on the subtly luminous armor and sword.
Yes.
Now that he thought about it, there had been something odd.
Of course, Namgung Yeon had no intention of revealing everything.
Only what was necessary.
It would be enough if he could accept the information his son possessed—openly and without resistance.
And if he needed further proof, there was one more thing: the mastery of a supreme divine art.
“And look at this.”
Changgun Dae Yeon Divine Art.
A deep rumble of power filled the air.
Namgung Yeon displayed the divine art that only a Family Head could master—the Changgun Dae Yeon Divine Art.
Namgung Mu’s eyes widened at once as he recognized the energy.
“Surely……”
“Yes. With memories from my previous life, I was able to learn various things.”
“Hmm. Since you’ve mastered a martial art that doesn’t even appear in the Secret Treasures, it seems this is no falsehood.”
“So I was also able to deduce the Eun Wol Trading Company and the traitors within the Namgung.”
“Tell me—what was your previous life like?”
Namgung Mu asked this carefully.
What would his son tell him?
Would he speak freely?
Or……
“It was nothing special. I was simply a man who failed.”
……
“A man who merely struggled to avoid repeating the same failures.”
“I see. That’s good then.”
Namgung Mu exhaled softly.
Then he spoke to his son.
He did not know what sort of life his fourth son had lived.
But now, as a father, there was something he wished to say.
“Still, do not burden yourself with worry. Even if the outcome is dire, that too is part of life.”
……
“Simply keep struggling with all your might. For in the end, when death comes, everything ends anyway.”
It was true.
After all, this was Namgung Yeon’s final life.
Perhaps only now was he living a life equal to that of others.
He had not expected to hear such words from his father.
“You’re right. I will remember this.”
“I am grateful for these gifts. It seems only my fourth son takes such care to show his concern for his father.”
“I……”
“However our lives end — yours and mine — we will always give our best. Isn’t that so?”
Namgung Yeon nodded quietly.
This too was something he’d never heard before.
Old memories stirred, yet Namgung Yeon found himself rippling with something strange and new.
“Even if the result of my best effort is wretched, Father, surely you harbor no regret?”
“A man only regrets when there is a next chance. Do you have one?”
“……No, I do not.”
Namgung Mu approached in long strides and placed a hand on Namgung Yeon’s head.
The moment he felt that thick, unyielding touch—
Namgung Yeon’s eyes began to redden.
“Then you must accept it humbly. You need not bear all of this alone. At least…… speak of it to your mother and me.”
“……I understand.”
“It grows late. Go back now.”
Namgung Yeon bowed and turned toward the door of Master’s Hall.
Some strange feeling had taken root in him.
Was this too among the things that had changed?
“……”
This only bound him more tightly to his resolve.
For Namgung Yeon himself no longer harbored even the capacity to regret.
And yet why—
Now that he had heard not only his mother’s words but his father’s as well, those parched feelings seemed to stir to life, bit by bit.

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