I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 114

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Episode 114
Episode 114 – Heavenly Void Physique
#1
Crack-crack-crack!
The blade split the air, accompanied by a thunderous crack.
Each time Namgung Yeon swung the wooden sword, the air shrieked and groaned in reply.
Fluid, boundless movement.
At its culmination, devastating sword strikes erupted.
Boom!
When the blades collided, the wooden sword’s core visibly creaked under the strain.
“Is that all you have? Show me more!”
“…….”
Namgung Yeon swung brilliantly, yet every technique was sealed by Namgung Cheon.
It was not merely a matter of being outmatched in strategy.
It was a difference in level.
No matter how exquisite Namgung Yeon’s techniques were, they were transparent — no stratagem would succeed.
“Your movement is good. It breaks free of rigid patterns. But your power still falls short.”
“Hah…….”
“Squeeze yourself to your limits. Leave nothing in reserve!”
Namgung Yeon gritted his teeth.
In that moment, his grandfather before him suddenly resembled a lifelong rival.
A habitual frame of mind was a fearsome thing indeed.
When a man knows there is another chance, he unconsciously holds back.
For Namgung Yeon, life had always held a next time.
At some point, he had begun accepting defeat by promising himself a future attempt.
This life ends here.
Thinking that way, stepping back to analyze had become habit.
When had it begun?
Perhaps since he started collecting things in his storage, Namgung Yeon had been running away all along.
Was it because he had been instilled dozens of times with the fact of his own insufficiency?
Now Namgung Cheon seemed to be pointing out exactly that.
‘No, that can’t be it…… but still, that’s what it sounds like to me.’
Until he collapsed from exhaustion.
Without holding anything back.
Yes.
Was he not in a situation where there was no next time?
Then his grandfather was right.
Crack.
His grip tightened on the sword.
He stripped away the unnecessary, but poured his entire body with fresh vigor.
Almost excessively so.
Changung Dae-yeon Divine Technique.
“Here I come.”
“Good.”
His grandfather’s expressionless face eased slightly.
Perhaps he felt the unconscious restraints slowly loosening.
He, who had reinforced the wooden sword with internal power, began pressing forward with renewed ferocity.
“Hah!”
Namgung Yeon charged with a battle cry unlike any before.
It was the very embodiment of overwhelming momentum.
Like a young dragon swimming upstream against a raging waterfall toward the Dragon Gate, he ascended with untamed fury.
Whoosh.
New energies erupted through his entire body like wildfire.
His meridians shrieked as if shedding their old skin.
“Collide with greater violence! Surrendering to instinct is also a method!”
To have someone who could receive every reckless attack without yielding — that was truly a blessing.
Namgung Yeon’s muscles, his bones, his upper dantian began to shift gradually.
The change was so subtle that no one could perceive it.
“Our Group Leader…… he’s quite skilled, isn’t he?”
“Ahem— of course. That’s precisely why we’ve become so strong!”
“You are a most devoted believer indeed.”
Yi Hyeon murmured his admiration, and Ho Ho reacted as though the praise had been meant for her.
Namgung Yeon’s training appeared both ferocious and exquisitely refined.
Would there come a day when I, too, might reach such heights?
Every eye in the room began to gleam with longing.
#2
Third Elder.
He opened his mouth with Baekryong Daejoo standing before him.
At last the moment has come.
At the Sword Discussion Tournament, countless promising junior disciples will become crippled, or lose their lives as martial artists.
“Are the preparations complete?”
“Yes.”
“There must not be the slightest margin for error. They may be making vague preparations of their own.”
“We have already created gaps within the Baekryong Division and the Paecheom Division. They should have no trouble infiltrating from within.”
Third Elder chuckled and nodded.
He harbored no illusions about assassinating the Family Head.
Yet he could certainly cripple the Namgung’s full strength considerably.
All of this was for the sake of a new world.
To achieve that, he first needed to sweep away all the entrenched powers.
The destruction of the Five Great Clans and the Nine Sects One Faction would be the proof.
The Martial Realm would usher in a new order, a new age of peace.
‘A Martial Realm where the Orthodox, the Heterodox, and even the Demonic sects all act freely. What a splendid world that would be.’
And upon that throne, he would reign supreme.
Upon the ruins of what had once been Namgung.
As for those who would stand beside him…… yes.
This Baekryong Daejoo here would serve well.
“If this matter concludes successfully, your influence will only grow, my friend.”
“I should hope so.”
Baekryong Daejoo answered flatly and rose from his seat.
The discussion was finished.
If he lingered too long in Third Elder’s company, suspicion would only multiply.
As Baekryong Daejoo stood, Third Elder seemed to remember something and added a remark.
“A guest from the Murim Alliance came asking for you.”
“Ah, I suppose it is time for them to depart soon.”
“Hmm. This uncomfortable period will pass quickly enough. Off with you now.”
At Third Elder’s light dismissal, Baekryong Daejoo bowed his head and left quietly.
And his own guest whom he now met.
The Baekryong Division undertook many external missions, and had thus cultivated suitable connections with outside figures.
Meeting an Emissary of the Murim Alliance within the household like this was of no particular concern to anyone.
Moreover, this particular Emissary traveled from clan to clan and sect to sect in an inspectorial capacity.
Checking whether any had fallen to the Demonic path, or were scheming some heinous act…… and the like.
As one performing such official duties, they were obliged to maintain a good appearance with one another.
Baekryong Daejoo sat alone with him and took time to drink a cup of tea.
“Welcome. I hear your son is growing into a fine young man of late.”
“I have disappointed him too greatly to harbor much expectation of him.”
“Hah, such phases come to pass. In time, a day will arrive when he understands why his father was so stern.”
Baekryong Daejoo let out a small sigh as he watched the Emissary smile knowingly.
Would such a day ever come?
Would he understand his father’s grand ambitions and the new path he was walking?
Before hoping for understanding, should I not first remove what troubles him?
Namgung Yeon.
Unless I eliminate that insolent wretch, my son will never perceive his father’s intent.
That is why he must be eliminated at this Sword Discussion Tournament without fail.
“Your cooperation with us has worked to our advantage. Thanks to it…….”
“Promises made must be kept.”
“After all, I am but a powerless messenger. Why press me so? Those above will handle it all.”
Baekryong Daejoo gazed at the Emissary in silence.
What they desired diverged somewhat from what the elders wished.
At the very least, there would be no future in which those old men held sway.
“For now, since we have created an opening, I shall dig a trap within that trap.”
“We should prioritize the Paecheom Division, the Yonggeom Division, and the Third Elder’s direct forces.”
“Agreed. Ah, and here is the promised compensation.”
The emissary drew something from his robes and slid it across toward him.
The pages were crisp and new, their paper stiff, the leather binding exhaling a faint, lingering scent.
To be precise: a martial arts manual, freshly bound.
The cover bore these words:
Blood Wind Demon Art

Blood Wind Demon Sword

As Baekryong Daejoo examined the secret manual in silence, the emissary’s voice reached him once more.
“It will be far superior to the White Dragon Sword and the Changung Heart Method.”
“With this…”
“Surely you can reach the pinnacle you’ve so long desired.”
Baekryong Daejoo quietly tucked the manual away.
A choice made in pursuit of greater heights.
With this, he would achieve what he had always wanted.
#3
Time passed, and the main gate of the Namgung Family Estate swung wide.
Today alone, the gates stood open, allowing the whole of the Orthodox Martial World to revel in this festival.
This was the true charm of the Small Family Head Competition—and Namgung’s way of announcing that the clan endured.
The opening of a martial family’s gates was a decision made after weighing grave risks.
It was both a vow and a declaration: Namgung would never crumble beneath the scrutiny of enemies or the gathering of intelligence.
As word spread and the crowds converged, the Namgung Family Estate became a sea of humanity.
“A Sword Discussion Tournament—it brings back memories of thirty years ago.”
“It was held back then too?”
“Indeed. And the majesty displayed by the masters of that era remains vivid in my mind even now.”
“Oh—then where are they all now?”
An old visitor walked through the grounds, a young grandchild clutched in his hand.
Anyone from Anhui who had lived thirty years or more would have witnessed it.
Those formidable warriors of that age now led Namgung itself.
“One of them became the Family Head of the great Namgung Clan, and the others rose to become elders, branch leaders, and section heads.”
“Wow—they must be very important people.”
“Indeed. Though the Namgung Family employs kinfolk, those without sufficient skill are cast to the outer ranks, or so I’ve heard.”
Perhaps that was why they stood foremost among all the martial families.
The young boy beside him gazed up at the sprawling Namgung compound in wonder.
Could he too one day enter such a magnificent place?
Even without Namgung blood, he might grow wealthy and strong here, he thought.
Boom-boom-boom!
From within the Estate, the sound of drums and splendid instruments rang out.
The festival had truly begun.
An unnamed youth, watching the people stream inward, saw it all.
Through his eyes passed both the opulent grandeur of Namgung and, at the same time, the dangerous gleam in the eyes of strangers scattered throughout the crowd.
‘It’s fine. Namgung is invincible.’
Who would dare commit treachery at the Main Estate itself?
The small child moved forward, eager to glimpse the mighty warriors of Namgung.
And then.
Whooom!
A suffocating pressure descended, and someone appeared.
The pillar of Namgung.
The lord of the clan, who had remained secluded until this moment.
The Family Head of Namgung: Namgung Moo.

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