I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115
115 — The Martial God of Namgung
#1
What symbolizes Namgung?
A blue dragon and an enormous sword.
And overwhelming force.
A martial family so renowned that peace is said to dwell wherever they pass—the imperial court even sends those displaced by unrest to Anhui in their care.
After the Cheonma Sinjyo nearly toppled the throne in times past, the imperial household now depended heavily on the Murim for stability.
Because of this, Anhui was always a priority destination for imperial relocation.
As a result, the Namgung Family wielded an astonishing degree of influence.
‘That is….’
Then what was required to maintain power and glory?
Strength.
Nothing but overwhelming strength.
When displaced immigrants rioted.
When masterless wanderers who answered to no sect threatened the residents at will.
Strength capable of restraining other sects, local clans, and other martial families when they coveted the Spiritual Medicine and provoked confrontation.
Namgung was a group that worshipped only strength.
There were even rumors that if they fought head-on, they could rival the Murim Alliance itself.
Some dismissed such claims as exaggerated falsehoods.
But then—
“The Family Head of Namgung: Namgung Mu.”
A deep rumble shook the air.
The symbol and apex of Namgung.
The man whom all the Murim revered as a Martial God stepped forward and opened his mouth softly.
Yet his words carried anything but softness.
Thunder seemed to strike from all eight directions of heaven and earth.
Like the resonance one might feel encountering the Sixfold Chant in tales of immortals descending.
Some covered their ears; others clutched at the places where their dantians dwelled.
“I am pleased so many have come to bless the future of Namgung.”
“…….”
Namgung Mu’s words still reverberated through the air.
Though some faces had turned deathly pale, a clear and stabilizing energy soon enfolded them all.
“Today marks the moment when those destined to lead Namgung’s future receive recognition of their achievements before the family elders.”
Namgung Mu continued his explanation in measured tones.
An overwhelming presence that compelled everyone to hold their breath and gaze upon him.
And yet the question only deepened.
Who exactly had earned the Family Head’s recognition today?
The crowd’s anticipation began to swell.
Now there was nothing uncomfortable in the air.
Save for that initial suppression of momentum, the sound was somewhat noisy but perfectly stable enough to hear.
Those trained in the martial arts.
Or those who had come secretly to verify Namgung’s true strength.
All of them waited with bated breath.
And there was one more thing.
“Nothing matches the intelligence we received. What on earth is happening?”
“…….”
“Are you asking us to assault that monster’s location with our current forces? Is that what you mean?”
“That is—”
On one side, the Demons who had been preparing for something.
They were deeply unsettled.
Very much so.
#2
Even from a distance, Namgung Mu’s aura could be felt.
Namgung Yeon, having finished his ritual purification and emerged in pristine form.
He walked forward with a satisfied smile.
Though he could not see it directly, the subtly perceptible energy alone told him everything.
His father, Namgung Mu, seemed to be standing just before the brink of transcendence.
Had there been just a little more time, a truly monstrous being would have been born…….
“You’ve arrived. It seems you did the same thing to your father as you did to yourself, my grandson.”
“I bow before you, Patriarch Emeritus.”
“Patriarch Emeritus? Never mind that. Grandfather will do. Or, if you prefer, you could call me Master?”
“Then I shall address you as Grandfather. As for the rest—yes, I did provide some small assistance.”
Hmm—.
Namgung Cheon regarded him for a moment with eyes that seemed to peer straight through him.
To call it a fortuitous turn of events would be one thing…… but the circumstances were far too peculiar.
Still, he had no intention of pressing for answers.
He couldn’t fathom how the boy was churning out masters wholesale, but…… it posed no threat to Namgung, and that was what mattered.
Namgung Cheon was a man who had lived a considerable span of years.
Few in Namgung now possessed more experience than he did.
‘Sometimes wisdom lies in turning a blind eye.’
Working together sometimes only hindered the work itself.
His own cultivation had taught him as much.
Sharing a secret made things move more slowly than you’d expect.
That subtle pressure of knowing someone else held your secret.
Couldn’t that become a chain, binding your actions tight?
So he chose not to pry into the secret at all.
But there was one thing he decided to say.
“Your grandfather is on your side in this, so do whatever you must.”
“…… Thank you.”
“In exchange, I’ll set one condition. Think of it as a wager between us.”
Curiosity flickered across Namgung Yeon’s eyes.
Namgung Cheon let out a soft laugh.
All this time the boy wore nothing but a dead stare, and he’d assumed he had no feelings at all.
So he could make expressions like that.
“That Third Elder—land him a blow, and I’ll teach you what comes after the Changung Dae-yeon Shingong.”
“Agreed.”
A fierce hunger blazed to life in Namgung Yeon’s eyes.
Though in truth it was partly an attempt to hide his genuine shock.
‘What comes after the Changung Dae-yeon Shingong……?’
Such a thing existed?
Across dozens of regressions, he had never once seen anything beyond the Changung Dae-yeon Shingong.
Yes, he understood.
Even with regression, those without talent could never stand on equal ground with the gifted.
Infinite regression lacked originality, lacked genius.
It was merely the grueling process of flailing through repeated failures, trying not to make the same mistake twice.
‘But what if I’ve accumulated enough time?’
If that time were vast enough……
Could he not touch even the very edge of where a genius arrives?
Namgung Yeon opened his mouth again, thoughts churning.
“I will not disappoint you, Grandfather.”
“…… Yes, I’m counting on you.”
Please don’t expect too much.
I am no genius, after all.
Namgung Yeon did not voice these thoughts aloud.
He believed judgment and assessment belonged to the observer.
What struck him as remarkable was simply how much closer he’d grown to his grandfather.
And that this scene differed from anything he’d witnessed or endured before.
[Very well. Let the Sword Discussion Tournament commence.]
His father’s voice, the Family Head, rang out crisp and resonant from far away.
It was time.
Now came the moment to prove his strength to Namgung and the Demons, and to protect the clan from the crisis bearing down upon them.
‘Blood will spill again, I’m sure.’
But this time too, he meant to make full use of what he had prepared.
He had readied things that could snare the enemy’s weakness.
There would come a moment, at some critical juncture.
Items he’d set aside for when he might completely overwhelm an opponent.
Perhaps…… perhaps now was the time to use them.
‘No—since this is the end anyway, I’ll use them whether it helps or harms.’
The teachings of a single day flooded back to him.
Namgung Cheon’s instruction was brief—only a handful of words and a short span of time.
Yet the result was enough to unlock something Namgung Yeon had kept sealed away.
“Don’t limit yourself by your own hand.”
Words spoken after their sparring ended.
That single phrase had set something shifting deep within Namgung Yeon’s chest.
He couldn’t say when he’d first been gripped by defeatism and impatience.
“It may be physically impossible, but let me try winning once.”
He murmured to himself as he made his way toward the waiting area behind the arena.
A place where the sparring ground was plainly visible.
Yet also where he could converse with the other trainees of the Namgung lineage.
The members of the third group were waiting there.
They greeted him warmly the moment they saw Namgung Yeon.
“Come on, let’s head in.”
“Yeah, the other students are already here.”
“I think the crown prince went up first? If we’re late, we’ll miss all the good parts.”
Namgung Yeon smiled faintly at them.
The Sword Discussion Tournament of Crown Prince Namgung Cheon.
When he’d first witnessed it, he’d thought: “So that’s what true genius looks like.”
Crown Prince Namgung Cheon was indeed an extraordinary man.
‘There’s so much to see and learn from him.’
There had been times when he’d turned his gaze away from that overwhelming martial prowess.
Perhaps that had been—an escape, hiding behind the pretense of saving the world.
If he himself had possessed such overwhelming talent, he wouldn’t need to resort to such petty schemes.
Now he needed to look straight ahead.
As Namgung Yeon stepped into the waiting area, hostile gazes poured down on him.
Those who still would not acknowledge him.
Yet there was no complete absence of goodwill either.
“You’re here.”
“Brother, you’re late. We’re about to start.”
Namgung Ju-young, the future Azure Dragon Commander with whom he’d had previous ties, greeted him with a nod.
And Hwa Yeon, too, welcomed Namgung Yeon with a warm tone.
After exchanging brief greetings with both of them, Namgung Yeon turned his gaze.
‘It finally begins.’
His eyes fixed on his elder brother, standing across from Lee Jangro.
#3
Namgung Cheon.
A name identical to the Patriarch’s, bestowed to carry forward the glory of the Namgung line.
Namgung Cheon was a born genius, and the man who most deeply inherited the martial talent of both the Namgung Family and the Sichuan Dang Clan.
He’d reached his peak before even coming of age, and his body was steel-hard beyond compare.
Though it might seem that weight class matters little to those who wield weapons, it did not.
Why else would bow and spear exist?
The ability to strike from distance was eternally valid, across all times and lands.
‘Long reach is always useful.’
Long, sinewy limbs.
And filling that extended range, practical combat muscle.
A Dantian overwhelmingly larger than any of his peers, and the skill to wield it.
Yes.
Namgung Cheon seemed born for the martial arts.
In a word—comparable to the Cheonmu Jiche itself.
Such a man was now wielding his sword with vigor.
“Here it comes! Dae-yeon Yeokryu!”
“Hah!”
His opponent was Lee Jangro, who oversaw the training of the Namgung Family.
Though age had weathered him, and his belly had grown soft compared to his prime, his formidable skill remained intact.
The seasoned authority that would not yield to an eager newcomer.
He laughed heartily as he received Namgung Cheon’s attack.
With considerable ease, at that.
Some might have predicted Namgung Cheon’s overwhelming victory.
But seasoned authority was not so readily dismissed.
One of the pillars of the Namgung line was not built on hollow words.
“Hah…….”
“Truly magnificent.”
“Such refined technique in this Bimu. One’s eyes are truly feasted upon.”
Following Namgung Mu’s display, the first Bimu was likewise revealing the depths of the Namgung Family’s power.
So, you Demons.
What will you do?
Can you bring forth what you’ve prepared before warriors of this caliber?
The Namgung Family seemed to be saying precisely that.
And with the beginning of the Sword Discussion Tournament, certain figures began to move.

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