I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 112

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Episode 112
Episode 112 – The Sword Discussion Tournament Begins
#1
A day passed as though nothing had happened at all.
The Clan Master too had paused his meeting briefly and vanished somewhere.
No doubt he’d gone to his private Cultivation Hall, where he trained alone.
He needed time to grow accustomed to his new weapon and his new realm.
Namgung Yeon’s routine remained largely unchanged.
Rigorous training, planning for what lay ahead, overseeing the Third Squad members.
All while making use of Bi-go’s belongings.
Preparations for the Sword Discussion Tournament were progressing steadily.
‘Sword Qi is manifesting quite nicely now.’
His body had absorbed roughly seventy percent of the Heavenly Talent Spirit Pill’s essence.
Faster than expected, and his advancement through the realms was proceeding with solid momentum.
Perhaps it was from the constant combat.
Or perhaps from the grueling training he’d endured.
Namgung Yeon’s body had grown to rival that of a proper adult.
Sixteen years old, yet comparable to those called military prodigies.
Now when he drew his sword, Sword Qi flowed forth as naturally as breathing.
‘With a body like this… I can stand alongside my older brothers and sisters now.’
The other children too had grown at a remarkable pace, nourished on fine Spiritual Medicine as if it were snacks.
Days continued to slip away like this.
Then, at last, an official notice arrived.
“The Sword Discussion Tournament will begin in two days. Everyone prepare accordingly.”
“Yes, Instructor.”
“Though missions have been suspended until now, they will resume once the tournament ends.”
Everyone nodded in acknowledgment.
Up to now, it had been time to set their direction.
There were Elders trying to obstruct them, but they couldn’t do so openly.
Now was when the Namgung Family needed to stand united.
No one here was unaware of that.
To sow discord at such a critical moment?
It was obvious whose head the Clan Master’s hammer would strike first.
At least until the tournament began, things would remain stable.
“Hmm……”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I was just calculating when the attack might come.”
“……”
Namgung Se Un, who had asked the brooding Namgung Yeon, fell silent at his answer.
He’d thought about it from time to time—wasn’t Yeon’s way of thinking a bit too extreme?
That was how Namgung Se Un perceived Namgung Yeon.
Of course, if he knew what kind of life Yeon had lived, he’d understand.
Namgung Yeon quietly ran through the possibilities in his mind.
And he arrived at two conclusions.
‘The first: they make contact with those stationed outside. For instance……’
There were those guarding the Training Grounds, which was empty at the moment.
Bang Ya and Han Rim, for example.
And they might target the instructors stationed on external duty.
The Red Dragon Guard was away on an external mission, and the Changcheon Guard appeared to have departed for an investigation.
Sensing that the moment was ripe, they would begin to systematically bleed the Namgung Family’s military strength.
‘The second……’
They would likely assault us here directly.
And… internal strife and betrayal.
A rebellion would occur, intent on overturning the power structure within the Namgung Family.
The warrior units against the warrior units, the latter disciples against the latter disciples.
Everything would tear apart, igniting internal chaos.
And what would drive the final wedge… would be reinforcements from the Demons.
With that thought, he called out to Namgung Jinjin.
“Jinjin.”
“What is it?”
“Perhaps we won’t even need two years to settle this.”
“What do you mean?”
Namgung Yeon didn’t bother answering, rising from his seat instead.
It was time for the drawing.
Namgung Jinjin watched his departing figure with a puzzled expression.
But he soon dismissed it and turned his attention back to cultivation.
“Only two days left—we should push harder.”
“What if today we test ourselves only with completely new martial arts?”
Yi Hyeon, standing beside him, threw out the suggestion casually.
Namgung Jinjin smiled and nodded readily.
There was no better way to absorb the Spiritual Medicine’s power and integrate martial subtlety than through sparring.
“Man Ho.”
“Mm?”
“Join us today as well.”
“…All right. I’ve had nothing to do anyway—this works out nicely.”
Man Ho, left behind because the family didn’t require active guards within its walls.
He, too, had been itching for action.

After all, he too had received a Martial Arts Scripture in secret.
Now was the time to sharpen his blade.
Beyond that—
‘That the young master would reach the Peak Realm before me…’
Everyone would be shocked at this Sword Discussion Tournament.
Just how far the fourth son—whom they all dismissed—had climbed.
And one more thing.
‘A chance to eradicate the Demons in one sweep…’
To perform well there, he had to grow stronger without delay.
Man Ho’s will began to burn with determination.
And beneath it, a resolve to protect the Namgung and those around him took root.
“It won’t be simple.”
“That’s precisely what I hoped for. The family elders would want nothing less.”
The cultivation continued.
#2
“You’re all here. Let us begin the drawing.”
“Yes.”
“Simply hand each Group Member their tile.”
The Group Leaders submitted tablets bearing the names of their Group Members.
Who drew each tablet would determine their sparring opponent.
Those selected as Group Leaders would face one of the Elders, each of the Household Heads, or one of the Pavilion Masters.
The Group Members, however, were drawn entirely by chance.
But the Sword Discussion Tournament was not a place to determine victory or defeat.
‘It’s where potential is revealed…. Sometimes even the currently strong show the limits of their vessel.’
It was a form of Instructional Sparring.
What the elders were thinking now, he couldn’t say.
But in any case, it would be an excellent opportunity for the students to break through their limitations.
For Namgung Yeon….
‘A chance to maximize the absorption of the Heavenly Talent Spirit Pill. And a chance to awaken the Five Elements.’
The Five-Color Sound Stage Energy was nearly taking root.
That too was likely due to the synergy with the various Spiritual Medicines.
Now that Sword Qi had manifested, he intended to prepare well in advance.
A realm he had never reached in dozens of cycles.
The Harmonic Realm—a stage that could not be reached without mastery of the Five Elements.
‘The Harmonic Realm…. Perhaps in this life, I might reach it.’
As he thought this, his name was called.
“Third Squad Group Leader Namgung Yeon. Your opponent will be the Third Elder.”
“…Understood.”
The coincidence was striking.
The very opponent he’d been watching had drawn against him.
The Third Elder’s eyes curved like a serpent’s.
“Now this is a promising match.”
“I’m in your hands.”
Namgung Yeon bowed deeply to the Third Elder, offering a formal salute.
Still, he was an elder of the clan—courtesy demanded respect.
But the moment that dark intention reveals itself, I will bring down swift judgment.
Namgung Yeon fixed the Third Elder with an empty, hollow stare.
Meanwhile.
The Third Elder, meeting that eerie gaze, felt a prickle of unease and let out a dry cough.
“Ahem. Don’t expect me to take it easy, young master.”
“Of course.”
A brief exchange.
The Third Elder’s eyes grew cold.
Facing that unsettling gaze, he was tempted to draw his blade on the spot.
There was something unsettling about it—like the boy was seeing straight through him.
Such an unpleasant look, and yet it twisted something inside him.
And there was more. There were questions the Third Elder needed answered.
Specifically: the death of Ohgwang Seok, one of the Pae Sword Guard’s leaders.
He could ask casually enough during the Sword Discussion Tournament.
No matter how unnervingly the boy stared, fear of death would eventually loosen anyone’s tongue.
Still…
“It’s unfortunate the Clan Master couldn’t attend such an important occasion.”
“Indeed. He should see his grown children compete.”
“Never mind that. That’s precisely why I’m here.”
The only person who could address the elders in such casual tones.
The Former Clan Master, who had essentially trained every elder now present, held his seat with quiet authority.
All of them had noted the Clan Master’s absence with visible concern.
Surely he wasn’t ill?
When the Clan Master failed to appear at such public events, it was usually read as a problem.
And soon enough, the whispers would start.
‘What scheme is the Clan Master hiding?’
A thought that flickered through every elder’s mind in unison.
Since they all saw the Sword Discussion Tournament as a watershed moment, their nerves remained perpetually on edge.
The Third Elder grew increasingly uneasy—there was information he didn’t possess.
“Such an extraordinary occurrence demands all the more thorough preparations.”
The Third Elder muttered half to himself, his eyes sweeping the hall.
Those who caught his gaze began moving with urgent purpose.
#3
Namgung Yeon returned to the Dormitory.
He summoned the Third Squad, who were in the midst of their training.
Then, turning to Namgung Se Un first, he announced the identity of his opponent.
“Your opponent will be the Yong Sword Guard’s leader. And I have one request for you.”
“What is it?”
“Go to the Armory Bureau’s director and tell him to secure it well. Someone may be targeting it.”
“…Understood.”
The Armory Bureau director’s duty was to forge weapons for the Iron Dragon Pavilion.
And to manage the foundational materials and equipment needed for that work.
Where the Iron Dragon Pavilion stored only the finest weapons, the Armory Bureau controlled the entire supply chain.
If this place fell first, sustained combat would become impossible.
All the precious materials would be seized.
“If someone has already infiltrated the Armory Bureau, use your position to its fullest.”
“…But can I really? We’re still just students.”
“You can. The matter is grave enough to justify it.”
Namgung Se Un nodded and rose from his seat.
The others, too, absorbed the names of their opponents and steeled their resolve.
And then—
“Jinjin, your opponent is the Baekryong Guard’s leader.”
“Understood. It will make for good reconnaissance.”
“I’ll instruct you in the martial arts the Baekryong Guard employs. Follow closely.”
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The Baekryong Guard mastered the Baekryong Sword Technique, the Baekryong Steps, the Baekryong Palm, and the Changgung Heart Method.
Inferior versions, spun off from the Changgung Verification Scripture.
Yet even so, its power was enough to effortlessly crush a modest sect.
‘It’s about time I shifted their training toward sparring matches.’
Third Squad stood at the threshold now—all three members poised on the cusp of true mastery.
At this level, they would be capable of protecting themselves adequately enough.
And as for himself……
‘The Third Elder. As the prime suspect, he’ll surely attempt something against me.’
Then I’d better prepare accordingly without delay.
Two days remained.
Time enough to train.