I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59
Chapter 59 – The Past Belongs to Those of the Past
#1
Anhui’s streets descended into chaos, yet just as swiftly, order reasserted itself.
The reason was simple enough.
There was an overwhelming disparity in martial strength.
The attackers were rabble and hired thugs; those defending them were the elite of the Namgung Family.
A faction lauded across the entire Martial Realm as possessing the greatest combat power.
Since the fall of the Cheonma Singyō, it stood as the foremost single force among both Orthodox and Unorthodox sects alike.
That was the Dae Namgung.
“Trivial work, but dreadfully tedious.”
“Indeed. We seem to have secured the entire district.”
“Mm. The younger ones have regrouped well enough.”
Among them were the rising dragons who would lead the next generation.
Even amid the demon assault, they displayed flawless organization.
The people cheered all the more at their arrival.
With each attack, these stalwart shields appeared without fail to meet it.
Silver lines flashed, and the limbs of those threatening them were severed clean.
The sight of them cutting through enemies with expressionless faces was the very image of a warrior of legend.
“Cheon. Can we return to the Main Estate now?”
“I think that would be best. Father will be worried as well.”
You take command of these people.
The New Dragon of the Namgung Family.
Among his generation’s elite, one universally acknowledged as the finest.
A man who had stood out brilliantly not only within the Namgung Family but also at the Dragon Phoenix Assembly held years prior.
The firstborn son of whom the Namgung took pride, and the man with the highest likelihood of becoming the Small House Lord.
Namgung Cheon.
Eldest son of Family Head Namgung Mu.
Tall and slender, with refined features.
And most of all, the mastery of a Peak Master who wielded Sword Qi with complete freedom.
The Group Leader of the First Squad had finished securing the district.
“Good. Everyone, let’s return to the Main Estate. The elders will be deeply worried.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“We owe our lives to you. I never expected those bastards would betray us like this.”
“Hwa Yeon was caught in a similar scheme, I hear. It seems they’re quite formidable indeed.”
Namgung Cheon surveyed his surroundings with a grave expression.
Nearly all the trainees had gathered beneath him.
The Third Squad led by Namgung Yeon, the third brother Namgung Jin, and his immediate junior Namgung Ryuyeon were absent.
“Let’s head back first. Those who haven’t arrived will be with the instructors.”
“Right! They’re all skilled warriors anyway. Let’s go!”
They looked every bit the heroes.
Striding boldly through Anhui’s streets, they mercilessly cut down all who rushed at them.
To the eyes of the people, it was undoubtedly a heroic sight—the salvation of Anhui.
Namgung Cheon committed every glint and expression in their eyes to memory.
‘They must keep wearing that expression.’
The firstborn.
And the one upon whom all hopes rested.
To maintain that position, the people had to wear such looks.
Always. Constantly.
Which meant he had to move all the faster.
That was simply the law of being the firstborn son.
Then, suddenly, a name surfaced in his mind.
The fact that a name came to him before a face suggested how long it had been since he’d seen him.
‘I wonder if Yeon is doing well.’
Concern was there, true enough, but he did not voice it aloud.
Even he could not have said why.
He simply pressed forward, cutting through enemies in silence.
#2
The Main Estate of the Namgung Family.
Family Head Namgung Mu was receiving reports as they came in real time.
Blue Palm Strikes erupted from scattered points across the battlefield.
Each was a signal of mission completion, a flag announcing victory.
‘They’re doing well. But…….’
He felt no concern for the survival of the Red Dragon Corps or the White Dragon Corps.
They were already proven warriors, soldiers who endured hellish training on repeat.
Yet what of the younger, less experienced cadets?
Caught in these thoughts, he waited in silence.
There was a simple reason he did not move rashly forward.
If he wielded his sword at the front lines, there would be no command post.
Anyone could swing a blade.
But to direct operations and issue orders—that was not a task for just anyone.
Every word, every decision carried lives in the balance.
It was no place for mistakes, and thus could not be entrusted to the careless.
It was precisely as he turned this over in his mind.
“Namgung Jinjin, son of Baekryong Daejoo, humbly requests an audience with the Grand Elder!”
“Hmm……?”
A thundering voice rang out from beyond the chamber.
Namgung Jinjin’s sonorous cry carried to the ears of the family’s elders.
Namgung Hyeon Jong, the Grand Elder, showed visible curiosity.
Then he turned to the Family Head and asked a question.
“Family Head, might I be permitted to step out first?”
“It seems urgent. Go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
No one here would refuse.
Namgung Hyeon Jong rose from his seat and headed out of the chamber.
The place where they gathered now was a Tower Pavilion that overlooked the city of Anhui clearly.
He threw open the window and leaped down without hesitation.
For those untrained in martial arts, the height would have been dizzying, but the Grand Elder was the second-in-command of the Namgung Family.
He, a master of formidable martial prowess, rose lightly into the air and gracefully touched down upon the pavilion’s eaves.
He descended to ground level in an instant and beheld Namgung Jinjin, drenched in sweat.
“So you are Baekryong Daejoo’s son.”
“I greet the Grand Elder. Forgive my rudeness in presenting such an urgent matter so abruptly.”
“Well then, what is it? This must be grave business?”
His expression suggested that if it were not, he would have words for the boy’s father.
In earlier days, Namgung Jinjin would have stammered in panic at such a moment.
His father was to him as imposing as shackles, and the presence of this Grand Elder no less so.
But what of now?
He could meet the elder’s gaze directly, his face composed, his eyes bright with purpose.
And he spoke.
With confidence.
As though his father’s name meant nothing to him anymore.
“The Demon has returned, and the Fourth Lord commanded that we settle the past.”
“…….”
The Grand Elder said nothing in reply.
Instead, what filled that moment was profound emotional turmoil.
Namgung Jinjin continued to wait.
The Grand Elder was usually taciturn and commanding.
So why did his composure now seem so shaken?
‘I should leave him be.’
Namgung Jinjin’s judgment was swift.
No matter how capable a Group Leader might be, surely having one additional person present would not hurt.
With that thought, he prepared to bow and excuse himself with proper courtesy.
“I came to deliver this message. I must now return to aid my comrades——”
“Do you know where he is?”
“……I beg your pardon?”
The Grand Elder—that paragon of expressionlessness.
His face was now contorted with emotion.
A pressure rolled off him in waves, weighing down upon Namgung Jinjin entirely.
“Do you know where he is? If you spoke those words to me, you should have known his location.”
“I do not know that far. But the Fourth Lord said he bears a Tracking Scent.”
“Where are the ones marked with the Tracking Scent?”
Marking someone with a Tracking Scent was, strictly speaking, cheating.
But this wasn’t the time to worry about such things.
Just then, a group was returning to the Main Estate.
Namgung Cheon and his trainees.
Following behind them were the other trainees who hadn’t joined with him.
Right.
He could ask them.
The Elder’s footsteps quickened.
‘Surely not…… No. He should have been dead.’

The voice of someone wailing came back to him.
The Elder, Namgung Hyeon Jong, knew.
The rotten water he himself had created.
How it had seeped into the roots of the Namgung Family, rotting them from within.
‘Namgung Yeon…… How does the Fourth Young Master know of this?’
It was a very deep and dark story.
Something no one would ever know unless they were directly involved.
Yet somehow……
His footsteps were heavy, laden with killing intent.
Whether from resentment of the past years.
Or from the rage that came from having his shame exposed in the present—he couldn’t say.
#3
Deep Mountain Forest.
Namgung Yeon quietly looked around.
“……Young Master?”
“What is it.”
“Is this…… right?”
Man Ho asked in a voice that was nervous—no, very nervous.
He glanced swiftly around the surroundings.
Countless eyes were watching them.
Like a swarm of bats clustered in a cave, watching their prey.
The problem was that these eyes belonged to demons bearing swords and bloodlust.
This place was a forest thick with trees.
The terrain was quite steep, and the gaps between trees were so narrow that a sword couldn’t be properly swung.
Even broad techniques would see the blade blocked by sturdy wood.
‘If luck runs against us, the sword could catch in a tree while we counterattack.’
Fighting multitudes in such a place was truly a difficult affair.
They had come this far trying to avoid battle altogether.
Now the Instructor’s voice was heard.
“……You must have a plan, surely?”
“Mm.”
Namgung Yeon started to nod but swallowed the gesture.
Here, it would be better to instill urgency.
“Do you have enough stamina?”
“…….”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Namgung Yeon gave a quiet laugh and pointed toward one direction.
The place where the vital energy was densest.
It was also near the Mountain Peak.
There used to be a training ground there.
“Run.”
“……Eh?”
“Run. Do you want to die?”
Aaaaahhhhh—!
Man Ho and the Instructor gritted their teeth and began to run.
Without the Elixir that Namgung Yeon had given them, they would have lost their heads long ago.
The enemy’s numbers were that vast, and they had been pushed to their limits.
“Clear a path. We have to reach the peak.”
“Is there anything else!?”
“You’ll see it through?”
“If I fall, please enshrine me in the ancestral hall!”
Man Ho had made up his mind to defy the order.
After all, once dead, loyalty meant nothing.
Namgung Yeon let out a soft chuckle.
“No one’s going to die.”
There was something oddly reassuring about the way he said it.
Both Gyogwan and Man Ho felt a strange surge of strength coursing through them.
And yet.
Namgung Yeon, despite having the weakest martial prowess among them, took the lead and began to run.
“I’ll carve the path.”
Gyogwan and Man Ho both sensed it.
Behind them, a colossal threat drew ever closer.
Before them, enemies swarmed, eager to devour them whole.
Yet following Namgung Yeon, they felt no fear.
He possessed, beyond doubt, the makings of a true leader.

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