I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 29

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Chapter 29
Chapter 29 – Rules Apply to Everyone
#1
Namgung Yeon surveyed the space methodically.
To crush Ma Cheolyui, several conditions had to be met.
First, it had to leave no trace.
Ideally, he would absorb Spirit Medicine that could pass as having been his own all along.
That way, he would avoid needless suspicion.
The reason for avoiding suspicion was simple enough.
He wasn’t ready yet.
He lived in constant fear that those around him would die—more terrifying to him than his own death.
‘It’s impossible to save everyone. But…….’
Preserving as many lives as possible was the goal of this final existence.
So until they were ready, he would have to build his own foundation solid and deep.
And there was one more condition: it had to benefit him later as well.
Explosive growth always exacted its price.
Namgung Yeon’s past was littered with madness—every insane act conceivable.
Among the methods he’d employed to escape this world were things too vile to speak aloud.
The flesh could change, but the soul remained.
Perhaps that was why his empty gaze grew darker and deeper with each cycle—the weight of what endured within.
Steel Body Pill.
Pure Energy Pill.
Heated Blood Powder.
Energy Control Essence.
Quaking Dragon Essence.
White Tiger Blood Shadow Pearl.
This should be sufficient.
Namgung Yeon withdrew each medicinal compound he’d assembled in his mind, turning his thoughts to Ma Cheolyui.
Among demons, the Mahyeoldan was a combat unit formed solely of the cruelest.
He was among their stronger members.
A name earned for his vicious nature and the way he stained all things with blood.
They took blood and made offerings from anyone—adult, child, woman, elder—a congregation of the utterly insane.
Whether by will or compulsion, the simple fact that they followed was itself the transgression.
Because of this, he had no intention of letting it pass.
Some had said as much.
“After the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect fell, something remains. The old Sect was never like this.”
Demons changed.
Namgung Yeon didn’t know what role the fallen Heavenly Demon Divine Sect had once played.
Nor did he care.
But now they cried out again for the Demon Sect’s resurgence.
“That will never come to pass.”
Crunch.
Namgung Yeon swallowed each medicinal compound, memories of days past surfacing within him.
He had thought himself close to truth before, only to find it always crueler and deeper still.
What seemed truth was often merely a tail someone had severed to cover their tracks.
“Whatever stands behind you, in the end you’ll all tumble into hell together…….”
Wait for it.
After I’ve sent you all down, I’ll follow cleanly into that abyss myself.
Crack-crackle.
After consuming all the Spirit Medicine, he circulated his Energy, and lightning began arcing around him.
‘Fast, as always.’
The Heaven-Breaking Spirit Pill and the Five-Color Yin Pill.
With such transcendent Spirit Medicine bolstering him, his growth defied imagination.
Unfortunately, there would be no time to bathe.
#2
At the appointed hour.
Standing before Ma Cheolyui, Namgung Yeon drew his sword, eyes still hollow and vacant.
A Wooden Sword, carved from dense timber.
One shouldn’t be careless just because it’s called a Wooden Sword.
Dense wood is quite capable of meeting steel blade for blade.
A wooden sword that boasted a strength where killing a man was nothing—no feat at all.
So accidents during sparring were simply accepted as inevitable.
Anyone too weak to survive such trials was naturally branded as feeble.
Which meant Ma Cheolyui would swing his blade without hesitation.
Perhaps—some of the elders had already asked him to do exactly that.
Slipping him substantial bribes in the process.
‘Or else they’d promised him advancement in the future.’
Acting without any regard for what consequence might follow……
There he stood—Ma Cheolyui, reeking of malice under the guise of a routine sparring session.
After returning from his quarters, Ma Cheolyui opened his mouth upon seeing that Namgung Yeon’s bearing had shifted.
“Do you know, young master?”
“Know what?”
“The Namgung Clan’s training is dreadfully severe. All students from the Namgung Military Academy know this.”
“True enough. And?”
Ma Cheolyui twirled his sword in lazy circles before settling into the Ready Stance, his eyes narrowing.
What followed was contempt—dressed up in the language of concern.
“Students from the Academy don’t fear injury. I thought perhaps I should take it easy on you, young master, since you haven’t attended……”
“…….”
Namgung Yeon paused to consider those words.
This much provocation?
Honestly, it meant nothing to him.
He’d heard curses about his parents, his ancestors, and even vile words about a woman he’d once loved—more times than he could count.
His only concern was deciding how far he needed to shut this arrogant mouth.
Namgung Yeon stared blankly at Ma Cheolyui’s eyes and spoke with deliberate slowness.
Stupid men have no answer.
What does it matter here.
“Is that what you call provocation? Or did you strain that sluggish brain of yours trying to draw out my fighting spirit?”
“…….”
“Remember this. In this place, right now, I am the squad leader—and to speak of a past like the Academy, the level of those around you is far too low.”
Or are you also from the Academy, so I should cut you slack?
Pride is fine to have.
Namgung Yeon added those words and took the same Ready Stance as Ma Cheolyui.
The Dae Yeon Sword Technique.

A swordplay paired with the Dae Yeon Inner Cultivation.
Fierce and domineering.
At first glance, it might seem nothing but a collection of simple forms, but combined with the Namgung Clan’s Inner Power meditation methods, the story becomes entirely different.
The problem was that Namgung Yeon, who couldn’t possibly have mastered the Dae Yeon Sword Technique yet, had assumed the identical Ready Stance.
Ma Cheolyui’s eyes widened with genuine alarm.
Provocation was one thing, but presenting that Ready Stance with such confidence—the shock of it was something else entirely.
“Surely……”
“What? You thought I couldn’t have learned it while bedridden?”
“…….”
“You’ve underestimated the direct heir of the clan head. Isn’t that so?”
Otherwise, how else could such brazen words leave his mouth?
Ma Cheolyui found himself with nothing to say in the face of Namgung Yeon’s cutting remark.
He decided he would resolve this through force instead of argument.
“Then it would be wise for you to prepare yourself.”
“I already am.”
Namgung Yeon swallowed his next words.
That accidents in a sparring session applied not only to students but also to instructors.
An instructor, too, could suffer an accident.
Ma Cheolyui, knowing none of this, remained consumed by rage.
Yet he adhered to the rule of allowing the student the first move, despite the fury boiling within him.
It was habit.
Long years as a core member of the Namgung household had accumulated into this ingrained practice.
‘In the end, you’re all just human, after all.’
“I’ll concede three moves. You’ll need to attack with everything you have.”
“Still clinging to your pride, I see.”
With those words, Namgung Yeon drew upon his Inner Power.
The medicine he’d consumed would take effect for roughly one double hour.
In that span of time, he could kill someone like Ma Cheolyui a hundred times over.
He drove the Demon Spirit Sword deep into the ground beside him, then bolted forward.
Namgung Yeon’s body was already moving naturally through the Movement Technique.
Unremarkable talent, perhaps, but honed into transcendent skill by the tower of years built upon it.
The swing of a sword.
The placement of footsteps.
Even the rhythm of breathing itself.
‘You won’t so much as graze a hair on my body.’
I’ll shatter that vain dream of yours into dust.
Namgung Yeon’s blade traced a line through the air.
Crack!
“—Guh!?”
It was wooden sword striking wooden sword, wood colliding with wood.
Yet the shockwave was so violent it seemed as though a Thunder Stone had detonated.
Namgung Yeon smiled faintly, while Ma Cheolyui’s face registered shock at how close he’d come to dropping his blade.
How does it feel.
The taste of buying your way up in cultivation realm with money.
#3
The Steel Body Pill had fortified his physical frame.
The Pure Energy Pill allowed him to channel pure, refined energy temporarily.
Masters beyond the peak realm, it was said, could recover their Inner Power merely by drawing a deep breath.
This Spirit Medicine granted that effect, at least for a moment.
The Heated Blood Powder induced an explosive burst of Inner Power.
The Energy Control Essence added stability to that surge.
And the Quaking Dragon Essence amplified the destructive force of a single technique form explosively—one time only.
His trump card, fully deployed.
Finally, the White Tiger Blood Shadow Pearl.
A pill crafted from the blood of the White Tiger, diluted to one hundredth strength.
Ingesting it would grant a martial master, it was said, the power of the White Tiger itself, if only for an instant.
His prime.
The strength he’d possessed when he roamed the martial world saving the realm.
He’d grown strong enough to barely grasp the fraying edge of that distant shadow.
Crack!
He swung his blade again.
Ma Cheolyui’s bewildered expression was plain to see—almost laughable.
“You mocked me so readily, yet this is all you can manage?”
“…….”
Ma Cheolyui had agonized over it hundreds, thousands of times.
If he unleashed his Demonic Energy here, he was finished—dead either way.
And there was something else troubling him.
Word from the Slums.
For some time now, communications from the Slums had gone silent.
With everything else demanding his attention, he hadn’t been able to verify the details—but something had certainly happened.
Could the Namgung Clan have already caught on?
While his mind wandered, an undeniable strike came at him again.
‘Damn it, the kid’s not even twenty and—’
Crack!
A blow that swept away distraction.
The blade descended sharp and heavy enough to shatter bone if his guard faltered.
At this rate, he would lose.
“This is far more—!”
“From here on, you’ll need to defend yourself well.”
Somewhere along the way, Namgung Yeon had ceased speaking as a student and begun speaking as the fourth young master of the Namgung Clan.
The Dae Yeon Sword Technique began to unravel from his fingertips in all its complexity.
Rigid and simple.
Yet swift and brutal in its assault.
It was as if his entire body were crashing down rather than his blade—the pressure bearing down on Ma Cheolyui relentlessly.
This was the true nature of the Dae Yeon Sword Technique.
Overwhelming force built atop deceptively simple technique forms.
“Krraaaaaaagh!”
“I’ll grant you this much—you hid ‘that’ all the way to the end.”
To the cadets, the instructor was a distant, unreachable figure.
It would take at least a year of training before one could reach even a semblance of his Cultivation Realm.
Yet the fourth young master of the Namgung Clan, Namgung Yeon, wasn’t just overwhelming him—he was beating him senseless.
‘I, the Supreme Master of the Mahyeoldan—!’
Ma Cheolyui’s true nature was beginning to show as waves of impact battered his entire body.
His face flushed deeper red with each passing moment.
For the revival of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect, for the world of our Demonic Path.

Only one command echoed through his mind.
Kill.
Kill the hypocrites of the Namgung Clan.
They have no place in a world built for the Demonic Path!
[Krraaaaaaagh—!]
Whoooosh—!
A crimson Demonic Energy erupted outward.
Namgung Yeon’s face twisted in revulsion as he retreated smoothly away from that sickening aura.
None who saw it could mistake what kind of energy this was.
He felt the instructors rushing toward him.
Namgung Yeon calmly set down his wooden sword and drew his Demon Spirit Sword instead.
The instructors arrived and froze, startled, blocking the path before him with expressions of alarm.
They formed a perimeter in moments—a scene that spoke volumes of how rigorous the training of Namgung Clan warriors truly was.
“Young Master!”
“This is dangerous! Your body—”
“That’s enough. Fall back.”
Tinkle…….
The bell on the Demon Spirit Sword swayed in the wind stirred by the Demonic Energy, emitting an eerie chime.
One Double Hour at most, and it would all be over.
‘The fool has handed me justification on a platter. This time, things are flowing differently than before.’
A deviation from every past life he had lived through had emerged.
Namgung Yeon raised his Demon Spirit Sword and considered it.
Indeed, what kind of consequence would this singularity produce…….
Anxiety came before anticipation—perhaps because of all his accumulated experience.
“It’s time for the meal.”
Yet, conversely speaking.
The newness he felt arose from stepping onto a path different from all that came before.
Namgung Yeon had never succeeded even once in all his previous lives.
Perhaps at this very moment, fate itself was being twisted.

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