I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57
Chapter 57 – The Sower of Seeds
#1
After the cadets departed, Namgung Yeon drained something in hurried gulps.
Now he drank the clear substance as easily as water itself.
Mixed with it was a single pill that would let him fight for four days and nights without tiring.
Soldier Ration Pill.

The kind of pill soldiers swallowed when marched toward certain death, but from this moment forward, the battle would be continuous.
If he didn’t replenish his stamina now, his still-maturing body would break under the strain.
Namgung Yeon called for the Instructor.
“Instructor.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Take this.”
“This is…?”
“A Soldier Ration Pill. The Demons will be upon us soon.”
His eyes spoke calmly of what was to come.
The Instructor found it hard to believe what Namgung Yeon was saying.
Demons? Here?
He wanted to ask what nonsense this was, but something surfaced in his memory.
Hadn’t there been reports of Demons prowling near Anhui not long ago?
If they were launching indiscriminate attacks along that same line of advance…
“I can hardly believe it. You’re saying Demons are actually coming to this place?”
“It will be the same for the other families. It’s not just the Namgung that will be overrun with vermin and plague.”
……
The Instructor nodded and pocketed the Soldier Ration Pill.
He wasn’t convinced yet, but he would take it when the time came.
Namgung Yeon set up minimal defenses, then took up the Demon Spirit Sword again.
Ting.
The bell of the Demon Spirit Sword rang faintly on the wind, as if in anticipation.
Like a soulless child laughing, it was a chilling sound.
‘They’re coming soon.’
The aura of the approaching Demons brushed against Namgung Yeon’s senses.
His peculiar eyes could see their Demonic Qi clearly from a great distance.
An acrid stench seemed to trail with them.
What experience had brought them to this place?
If they came stained with human blood, they would have to be ready.
He would send their very souls to hell, then follow them down to desecrate what remained of them.
Namgung Yeon’s gaze sank like a fathomless abyss.
“Instructor.”
“Now what?”
“We have no time. I’ll conduct five rapid sparring matches starting now.”
……
The Instructor still didn’t seem to grasp what was happening.
It was proof that Namgung Yeon’s sensory range far exceeded the Instructor’s.
To suppress the killing intent surging up chaotically, he pressed his eyes shut.
But then a memory surfaced—a day when he stood surrounded by Demons on all sides—and his eyes snapped open.
Caught between paralysis, they appeared.
“There you are.”
“Kill him quick and move on to hunt down the others.”
“Are you Namgung Yeon?”
They surged forward and formed their formation.
The Instructor, sensing the danger, slipped out from his hiding place.
“There appear to be non-cadets among them.”
“So they really are Demons. And…”
Just as Namgung Yeon had said, there were others who were not cadets.
Which meant Demons were already swarming throughout Anhui.
How had no one noticed until it had come to this?
The Instructor drew his sword, his face tight with tension.
Without hesitation, he swallowed the Soldier Ration Pill Namgung Yeon had given him.
Namgung Yeon withdrew something else from his pack.
Soul Advancement Pill

A legendary elixir once crafted jointly by the Peng Family and the Jegal Family.
Its formula has been lost to time, though in ages yet to come, it will be rediscovered.
In the secret records of the Brain God, no less.
A legendary elixir capable of temporarily elevating one’s martial realm without side effects.
In antiquity, it’s said that nearly every martial artist carried such a pill at all times.
‘If I can save even one person, that has meaning — stands against what “final” means.’
To advance alone is futile.
What good is becoming the greatest martial artist under heaven if no one stands beside you?
Among those loyal to Namgung, there is not a single useless soul.
“It’s good for the body. And… I’ll dispatch exactly four of them before moving on.”
“Fine. You have my leave.”
This Instructor here shows flexibility, it seems.
Namgung Yeon smiled faintly and drew the Demon Spirit Sword.
“Come at me all at once. We’re short on time.”
“Grrrraaaaaahhh—!”
As always, that grating cry sought to devour Namgung Yeon whole.
#2
Real combat.
Swordplay waged with lives on the line.
Instructors receive special education in caution when dispatching trainees into actual battle.
This is a tradition passed down from the founding of the Namgung Martial Academy itself.
Combat is that perilous, and without sufficient mastery, a martial artist’s life can end in an instant.
A single moment of arrogance, poor judgment, a mistake, or even a relative lack of skill — and limbs fly free.
With truly bad fortune, the head separates, and life concludes.
‘Years of cultivation washed away in a heartbeat… yet the Young Master continues to—’
Slash—!
A clean silver line traced through the air.
Namgung Yeon’s strike did not merely cut through his foes.
He evaded attacks from all sides and pierced the vital point through a needle-thin Path of Life.
“Ugh…!?”
Now the positioning had shifted: Namgung Yeon and the Instructor were closing in, boxing the enemies front and back.
The demons had to guard their rear while facing a formidable blade before them.
Boom—!
Namgung Yeon executed the True Step without pause.
What determines the speed of a blade?
Why did he endure training each dawn while bearing that crushing weight?
For moments precisely like this.
Great Rotation Sword
Reverse Evolution Secret Annihilation

Let those who would defy the natural order perish.
Sword energy infused with the force of a terrible rotation spread horizontally across the space.
What followed was a sight beyond comprehension — faces frozen in disbelief, and four Demons split cleanly in half, dead.
Splurt—!
Their entrails and blood spilled as they convulsed in their final death throes.
In utter disbelief.
Unable to accept their defeat……
“Clean it up, would you?”
“…Yes, of course.”
The Instructor too was deeply shaken, though he clung to composure by force of will.
His first witnessing of the Young Master’s real combat.
Because of this, his shock only deepened.
Eyes emptied of all light.
A blade swung with inhuman detachment, grinding through flesh as through mere meat.
Could this truly be a sword wielded by one not yet in his twenties?
That aura — the bearing of those who have walked through countless battlefields.
Like watching an emotionless corpse swing a blade — it was chilling beyond words.
It was paradoxical, and yet for that very reason, all the more trustworthy.
Click.
The Instructor finally swallowed the Soul Advancement Pill.
A refreshing energy enveloped his entire body, and a vigorous, pure force surged through him.
His body, now noticeably lighter, confirmed that this pill was genuine.
‘A true talent. As an Instructor, I cannot simply stand idle and watch.’
He had held the position of Group Leader, proved his strength beyond doubt.
And he’d shown himself to possess the qualities of a lord that even this Instructor must follow——
Any further testing would be meaningless.
What remained now was to eliminate the enemy.
And to protect a talent of incomparable rarity.
He could not forgive those who dared creep into Namgung’s domain and scatter Demonic Qi.
“I will clear the path, sir.”
In that moment, he was no longer merely an Instructor—he had become a warrior in service to a noble of the Namgung Family.
Namgung Yeon too nodded, drawing in the Demons’ essence as he did so.
“Someone’s looking for us.”
“……Then let us go meet them.”
“Very well. I hope you can keep pace.”
The two moved away from where they had waited and began advancing into the streets of Anhui.
Demons, drawn by the scent of blood from the two men, came rushing toward them.
Yet even they could not stop the swords of these two.
‘I wonder how the students are faring.’
As Namgung Yeon emerged into the city proper, his concern for the Group Members rushed to the fore.
Whether they might be injured.
Whether their training had borne fruit.
Still, he could only trust that they would manage.
The ones he knew—they would be more than capable of finding their way through.
As they entered the city, the atmosphere was utterly chaotic.
Though their location had been in the outer district, the Demons would not confine themselves so.
“It’s a Namgung Family man!”
“Seize him!”
“But where on earth have all these Demons come from?”
“There must be a Demon Beast controlling them, I suspect.”
And throughout the streets, countless Demons were being hunted or hunting in turn.
The scene was one step short of pandemonium.
The streets, normally teeming with pedestrians, had taken on a desolate, eerie quality.
Namgung Yeon’s gaze grew cold and distant.
The Sower of Seeds was moving.
If that were so, it was time to begin his own hunt.
‘I have made preparations for this day.’
To avoid suffering that pain again, he had gathered certain tools bought at great cost.
The Sower of Seeds moved in hiding, that much he knew.
And traveled with great numbers at his command.
“Instructor.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Circle this area and ensure the safety of the students.”
“Understood. I will clear the path.”
The two began moving swiftly through the city of Anhui.
#3
A vantage point overlooking all of Anhui.
From an abandoned place, someone gazed down upon the city below.
He was silent, yet the flicker in his eyes burned like a warrior’s gaze before battle.
At his side were an overwhelming number of Demons.
How had he managed to gather such multitudes?
He was a wanderer, one who cultivated Demons throughout the land.
He was the one Namgung Yeon called the Sower of Seeds.
“Brother, I have returned. And I bring such great numbers with me.”
His eyes, flickering with intensity, swept across Anhui’s vast structures as a grim smile played on his lips.
He turned, addressing someone behind him.
“So Ma Cheol-wi is truly dead. We’ve had no word from the Slum District either.”
“Yes.”
“Who…….”
Who, in the name of all that was sacred, had introduced this variable?
This assault should have dealt the Namgung Family a crushing blow.
Even with a Martial Saint standing firm, they could never have protected all of Anhui.
His sons, his daughters, his blood relatives—all should have fallen.
That was how it had been planned…….
But who, who had twisted everything awry?
‘Yet nothing will change. While you thrash about…… the people of Anhui will die.’
They would grow suspicious.
The Namgung Family—pillars of the righteous Martial Realm.
They had failed to protect the citizens of Anhui.
Demons had invaded. Countless innocents had been left to perish.
The Namgung, first among the Five Great Families, would lose their trust this way.
“The Third Battalion of the Gwangma Unit has also been annihilated. All evidence points to the Namgung Family.”
“No matter. Right now, our purpose is only to deepen the chaos.”
Lurking in shadow, identity concealed.
Slowly, and with relentless patience.
To corrupt Anhui’s security, and in turn exhaust the warriors of the Namgung Family with fatigue.
That was why he was here.
‘It is a pity I cannot show my brother my face just yet. But when he sees me later……that will be delicious indeed.’
He had not forgotten.
That day’s humiliation.
That day’s shame.
To destroy the Namgung Family—that was still premature.
He understood all too well how arrogant it would be to think of toppling that fortress in a single blow.
But know this:
You shall never, never reach the Azure Heaven.

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