I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 52

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 52
Chapter 52 – An Unexpected Visit
#1
There was a man whose health had transformed beyond recognition.
Dang Yeon-ho, the Former Family Head of the Sacheon Dang Clan.
Thanks to a gift from his grandson, he had recovered from his chronic ailments and regained the strength of his prime years.
He had volunteered to be a patron, yet all he’d truly done was arrange deliveries of quality meat.
He found himself thinking that he hadn’t actually provided any real patronage at all.
Besides, the clan would run smoothly enough without him…….
‘So I heard various rumors about this and that—he didn’t choose an Intermediate Martial Arts manual?’
Why would the boy have rejected something so valuable?
Unable to shake his curiosity, Dang Yeon-ho had decided to see for himself and made the journey here.
The things people were saying were simply too numerous.
Some still dismissed him as they had before the Minor Family Head Competition began, but several figures had completely revised their assessments of him.
The Martial Realm was a merciless place—overturning a first impression was extraordinarily difficult.
Overturning a reputation within the clan itself was even harder.
They watched every single movement, and even trivial habits and how one treated subordinates in daily life weighed heavily in their judgment.
‘Yet this boy is gradually overturning that very reputation.’
What information must he have gathered during his time bedridden…….
Dang Yeon-ho thought of his grandson as someone beyond the grasp of ordinary understanding.
“Welcome, Grandfather. You should have sent word ahead.”
“Then it wouldn’t be an unexpected visit, would it? Heh-heh-heh! So you saved your sister? Well done indeed.”
“You’re too kind. I only did what was necessary.”
There he stood, speaking of justice and duty with those hollow eyes.
Dang Yeon-ho found it utterly at odds with the boy’s appearance.
Since he’d received something from Namgung Yeon before, this time Dang Yeon-ho resolved to provide genuine, substantial support.
He gauged his grandson’s level and quietly marveled.
The rate of growth was…….
That’s right.
When Namgung Yeon first came asking him to be his guardian, he reached the early stages of first-class mastery in just three months.
‘Could this be an unprecedented genius?’
If so, Dang Yeon-ho had pondered what support could fully draw out this talent.
But it seemed better to ask what the boy himself needed.
“So, Yeon, your grandfather wants to help you with something. Is there anything you need?”
“I need people.”
“People?”
“Yes. Someone to manage and maintain this Training Grounds.”
“Hmm…….”
Why did this boy’s thinking feel like that of an old veteran commander?
At his age, one usually thought of swords, elixirs, or fine robes.
Namgung Yeon was clearly striving to create better conditions for himself.
Yet the mystery remained.
What had this young boy seen and felt……?
In that cradle where he could observe everyone around him?
Before Dang Yeon-ho could voice his curiosity, Namgung Yeon continued with another proposal.
“And there’s the promise you made before—I believe I’ll need your help to keep it.”
“A promise……?”
“Yes. I think I’ll need your assistance with a mission.”
“Ah. It’s in the Jegal Family’s territory, isn’t it? Quite a distance. So you’ve already decided on a mission. You’ll need to succeed from the start—do you think you can manage it?”
Namgung Yeon nodded quietly.
After all, not only the other Group Members but the instructors would also conduct the mission outside with them.
This period.
The Namgung Family would go through the process of being deployed to a very important mission.
This too was part of their training.
‘The trainees will……soon be heading toward the Yangtze River.’
This was merely preparation for that time.
The Ten Thousand Poison Venom King.
It was also to borrow that formidable reputation.
Namgung Yeon checked on his grandfather Dang Yeon-ho, then discreetly turned and retrieved something from the shadows.
His chronic ailment seemed nearly cured now, so what was needed next was something to raise his strength beyond even his prime years.
They would be the sturdy shield while he grew stronger, after all.
And one day, they would become pillars of the Martial Realm, bearing the weight of the front lines themselves.
‘Even a pillar built sound will eventually rot within, and its painted surface will fade…….’
He needed more than maintenance work—he needed a way to rebuild the very foundation.
For that, this item would prove essential.
Hwamyeong Hyung.

It resembled a candle, yet it possessed the virtue of purging bodily waste matter and oxidized substances born of aging.
Even simply practicing Yungi Josik through the night with it alight would yield considerable benefit.
“Here, a gift for you.”
“Hm? A gift? Surely I’m the one who should be giving gifts to you.”
“You’ve already given me so much. This was difficult to procure.”
Hwamyeong Hyung.
Quantity: 12,409,222 pieces.
No, not difficult at all.
It was a mixture of insect essence and medicinal herbs, common enough in the southern lands of Yunnan.
That’s why he’d stockpiled so much of it, making batches whenever time permitted.
Whenever he traveled to Yunnan, he’d always paid locals to manufacture more.
“Ah, the fragrance is quite pleasant.”
“If you light it while cultivating, the waste matter should purge rather effectively.”
“Yes, yes, I’m grateful. I’ll have to try it at once. You need me to send people? Hmm…… very well, I’ll see to it.”
Despite his gregarious bearing, Dang Yeon-ho was a meticulous man.
He’d certainly select capable personnel of his own accord.
Namgung Yeon spoke with his grandfather a while longer about martial technique before they parted.
“Safe travels.”
“Yes. Do visit again soon.”
He vanished with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
Though Namgung Yeon betrayed nothing, he had noticed his grandfather’s gaze sweeping across both him and the Training Grounds, taking in every detail.
That smile meant the state of the Training Grounds had pleased him greatly.
‘I’m building a solid impression. Now I can proceed with my own preparations.’
The Squad Leader Conquest Battle loomed just ahead.
Now was the time to truly cultivate his martial skill, to crush all who came before him.

After the mock battles, the day when all trainees would gather in one place drew near.
The Squad Leader Conquest Battle.
A chance for advancement in station, to rise by devouring the weak.
Each Squad Leader had to meet the continuous stream of challengers.
Once five consecutive defenses were achieved, further challenges were deemed meaningless.
It was a safeguard against taking advantage of an opponent already spent and exhausted.
‘Grueling, perhaps, but also a chance to truly experience the weight of leadership.’
For some time now he’d paid it little mind, yet this time the feeling was oddly fresh.
Perhaps it was because of the unprecedented path he’d taken.
Or perhaps his own resolve had shifted in subtle ways.
Namgung Yeon gazed at those training in the distance.
Now that Jeyok Daebeop had reached a steady rhythm, he meant to join them in their practice himself.
It had been a while since he’d worked with that dummy.
‘My body has been remade anew—I must go through the tempering again.’
How much would this body endure this time?
It was a prospect that stirred his anticipation.
The rate of growth had been markedly different from before.
“Ho Ho.”
“Huff…… huff……. Yes! Master!”
“Fetch the old training implements from the Storage.”
“Th, that!?”
Ho Ho’s eyes widened in alarm.
Those standing nearby turned to gaze at the two with bewildered expressions.
Namgung Yeon smiled and spoke.
“Come with me.”

“Why—don’t you want to see what you’re capable of?”
“Wow, that’s actually terrifying.”
Not just Ho Ho’s face, but Man Ho’s as well had turned pale.
Thank goodness they had the restorative elixirs; that training back then had been absolutely brutal.
But what could they do about it?
Orders were orders.
In the end, they hauled the solid iron dummy from the storage room, where dust had begun to accumulate.
What was remarkable was that the dummy, which had felt impossibly heavy just months ago, now seemed quite manageable.
‘Has it gotten lighter?’
It couldn’t have.
It was proof that through such rigorous training, they’d forged bodies of steel.
They hadn’t used this dummy—they had the Golden Dragon Chain for that.
But he’d had laborers secure it in the storage room anyway.

He recalled the laborers’ passing remarks.
They were strong men themselves, yet they’d shaken their heads in disbelief.
Whoosh!
The dummy emerged once more through the spray of dust.
Last time, they’d focused solely on enduring the dummy’s impact.
This time would be different.
“Ho Ho, you brought that sword, didn’t you?”
“Yes, we brought it with us.”
“Then it’s time to dent this iron dummy.”
“…”
Ho Ho nearly lost his mind.
Did the young master truly understand what he’d just suggested?
Regardless.
Namgung Yeon calmly opened his bag and poured out more elixir.
Baeko Dokdan.

An extreme recovery pill made by refining a hundred poisons and combining five portions of them.
With this, even more grueling training would be possible.
That’s what warriors of the Martial Realm say.
That one must now approach it intelligently, functionally.
But no.
Namgung Yeon, who had endured countless regression loops, directly refuted that notion.
In the end, what protected him at the cliff’s edge was a body of iron.
And unceasing vitality paired with an unbreakable spirit.
“The Squad Leader Conquest Battle isn’t far off. I’ll sharpen your skills with this, so you’d better prepare yourselves.”
“…”
Ho Ho exhaled heavily and lifted the heavy sword.
Twenty catties, he’d said.
Even now, when he gripped the hilt and raised the blade, his wrist screamed with pain as though it might snap.
The other members picked up swords one by one, eyes widening with curiosity.
Then came shock.
Namgung Jinjin was the first to speak.
“You want us to… wield this? Against that dummy?”
“The dummy looks like it’s made of solid metal too. If we strike it with these… our wrists will just snap clean off.”
“Are we really supposed to do this insane training? Is this some kind of joke? Are you trying to cripple us before the Conquest Battle—”
Boom!
As Yi Hyeon grumbled, a thunderous sound erupted.
Namgung Yeon.
He’d demonstrated first.
Cheonjae Ryeongdan.
And the flesh strengthened by the power of elixirs like the Osaek Eumdan.
Beyond that, he’d consistently trained using tools like the Golden Dragon Chain and the Paeryong Sae.
The result was vividly displayed here and now.
Wrist and forearm thrumming with energy.
Yet not beyond his tolerance.
“…”
“…….”
Everyone who witnessed it fell silent.
What kind of trials must a person endure to execute such a reckless act without hesitation?
Was this what they called talent?
Among those who saw Namgung Yeon’s savage display, Ho Ho was the first to step forward.
Then Namgung Jinjin lifted a heavy sword.
A flash of the years ahead—two years hence.
To break the shackles of his father that bound him, he knew he had to push harder, more ruthlessly still.
“Shall we begin? If you’ve mastered Intermediate Martial Arts, then you must forge a body to match.”
“……Very well. I’ll trust you this time as well.”
Now Namgung Jinjin had resolved to place his faith in Namgung Yeon completely.
Clang—!
The metallic ring that had begun echoing from the mountainside continued unbroken.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————