I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 7

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

Episode 7
Episode 7 – Making a Meal with Lavish Spending
#1
That evening.
Namgung Yeon’s mother arrived.
Before she left, she had mentioned it to Namgung Yeon as well.
That she would visit once every seven days.
She came to deliver necessities and to check that her son was living without undue hardship.
The moment she entered, a barrage of nagging descended upon him.
“Son! Look at how filthy this place is. What kind of state is this house in!?”
……
“Goodness, at least fold your clothes neatly. Put away the ones you’re not wearing properly.”
“I’m only going to wear training robes anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter? No matter that you’re the Young Master of the Namgung Clan, you can’t even keep your own affairs in order!?”
After all, he had lived through years of war.
Having worn burlap sacks for decades, he had long forgotten what tidiness even meant.
Everything scattered about could be found and put to use anyway.
Yet Namgung Yeon did not dislike his mother’s scolding.
This was because her final moments came to mind.
The lady of the house, who had always looked after him and the servants of the Namgung Clan.
The mistress who bore responsibility for the Namgung—vast as a kingdom itself.
She had stepped forward first, and cared for her household to the very last.
“My son… even without mother, you must live well. With courage.”
“Son… you must live! Now, go!”
Her final words, spoken to him in that ultimate moment, echoed now.
Even if she had not met her end before his eyes, she had always tended to her sons and daughters, speaking to them of this.
Mother.
How precious was the weight that single word carried.
‘There’s no putting it off any longer.’
It was something he should have done anyway, and now that it crossed his mind, he resolved to do it without delay.
Namgung Yeon calculated the money he had on hand.
It seemed a little short; he would need to secure a bit more funds.
So Yeon moved busily through the Martial Training Hall, beginning to set things in order.
Ho Ho and Park Man Ho trailed after her anxiously, looking ill at ease.
The two seemed quite unaccustomed to the sight of the mistress cleaning and organizing everywhere with her own hands.
So Yeon.
They simply didn’t know that she had been a capable woman even back when she went by the name Dok Bong.
“Mother.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“Could I have a bit more spending money?”
“Spending money?”
As far as she knew, he’d taken one gold note—what more could he need?
So Yeon’s lovely face creased with doubt.
In that moment, Namgung Yeon presented her with a perfectly legitimate reason to persuade her.
“I intend to carry out Relief Activities in the Slums myself.”
“Oh my—”
Such a noble thought?
At those words, her frown melted into a warm smile.
No matter how vast the power of the Namgung Clan, the Slums existed even in Hapbi.
Moreover, there were beggars there who gathered information, and Relief Activities were essential for exchanging news.
Yet no one in the Namgung Clan had been willing to undertake this work willingly.
So they did it by turns, as if forced, and some wore expressions as though crawling into a cesspit.
Most held the opinion that they barely had time to train—why waste it on such a filthy place?
‘And the results came back horrifyingly.’
Only the lady of the Namgung Clan, in all her grace and compassion, had walked smiling through the lowest places of Hapbi.
And her entire end had come to pass in those very Slums.
“This time, I intend to purify the situation properly.”
“You’ve thought well. All of that is experience.”
If you truly dream of becoming the head of the Namgung house, you must gain such experience.
So Yeon grasped both his hands tightly as she spoke.
Now that I think about it, he seems to have grown taller in the time I haven’t seen him, and his frame has become more robust.
“Shall I help you with this, child?”
“No, thank you. Unsavory eyes within the family will follow if I do. Please let me handle this alone.”
“……Very well.”
In this regard, he truly resembled his father.
So Yeon respected his wishes and withdrew.
After she left, Park Man Ho spoke.
“Young Master, why didn’t you mention what happened this afternoon?”
“There was no need to.”
……
What could he possibly be thinking?
Park Man Ho still found it difficult to fathom the intentions of the young master he served.
Namgung Yeon smiled faintly as he watched Park Man Ho turn the matter over in his mind with questions unasked.
“Retire early tonight. Tomorrow morning will be exceedingly busy.”
“Understood, sir.”
“Ho Ho, prepare the cart for tomorrow.”
“At once!”
Ho Ho, now visibly leaner, answered with spirited assurance.
Namgung Yeon gazed at the Maling Sword propped against the wall.
A blade that looked hollow and starved, drooping as though famished.
‘Soon I’ll feed you well.’
Ting.
As if understanding his words, the sword’s ornament chimed once.
#2
The next day.
Namgung Yeon visited the market and the government office to conduct business.
He naturally sent Park Man Ho ahead as his proxy, and decided to use the Namgung Clan Credential that So Yeon had brought just in case.
The chief administrator would surely be somewhat taken aback, but that was a matter for later.
“You wish to take all of this relief grain……?”
“Yes. It was destined for the Namgung Clan anyway, was it not?”
“Hmm, that’s true enough, but…….”
“Here, a small token.”
A coin purse extended with a smooth gesture.
The official managing the relief grain nearly jumped from his seat.
“Good heavens! This won’t do!”
“It’s a gesture of respect for the hard work you’ve been doing. Think of it as a form of patronage — there’s nothing improper about it whatsoever.”
“Ahem……. Is that, is that so?”
“Indeed. Cash leaves no trace.”
If that’s the case—
The official glanced around cautiously, then swiftly tucked the purse into his garment.
Yes.
It was all grain destined to reach the Namgung Clan’s main house through him anyway.
It would simply go from there to the Slums instead; in the end, nothing of substance would change.
Still, he was curious.
Why was the young master taking away the relief grain separately?
“Might I inquire why you’re taking it separately?”
“I’m told high-quality meals are being prepared separately, though I don’t know the details. But there should be no harm in it.”
“The name of Namgung stands behind this work, so I shall trust in it.”
The name of Namgung was greater than one might think.
At least here in Hapbi and Anhui, the name of Namgung rang louder than that of the Imperial House itself.
Naturally, the officials could only yield before such authority.
For beneath the name of Namgung lay a faith that no carelessness would be tolerated.
Namgung was such a place.
And Namgung Yeon was one who bore that name’s burden.
“I shall not squander it on trifles. Have no fear.”
“Once again, I place my faith in the name of Namgung.”
Thus Park Man Ho set off, pulling a cart laden with relief grain.
Their next stop was the Market District.
Specifically, the butchers’ quarter.
Namgung Yeon summoned all the merchants to assemble.
“You called for me, sir?”
“What is it you need?”
“I want you to sell me all your meat today—except what you need to feed your regular customers, acquaintances, and families.”
“……Pardon?”
Namgung Yeon spoke simply to the merchants, whose eyes had widened.
Clink-clink.
He shook a purse of silver.
“Consider it an early closing for the day.”
“Y-yes, yes, yes, just wait a moment! I’ll fetch it right away!”
“Fresh meat! The freshest! Please wait just a moment!”
Oh my, sir!
We must bring it at once!
The merchants sprang into coordinated motion.
All of them labored for coin, lived for coin.
Park, Lee, and merchants whose names he’d never learned.
They too had rolled up their sleeves for the Martial World.
In that vast war, their strength had proven invaluable.
These merchants had been the ones who sacrificed so that Martial Artists could concentrate wholly on the fight.
“Here it is, sir!”
“Butchered and prepared. Where shall we load it?”
“There—load it onto the cart.”
“Yes! Leave it to us!”
They were the butchers who had endured long in the streets of Hapbi.
Some looked down on them as mere butchers, but Namgung Yeon did not.
Without them, Martial Artists would never have eaten their fill.
Meat wrapped in paper stacked neatly higher and higher.
Namgung Yeon pressed silver coins and a receipt into their hands.
He’d been generous above market price.
There was no time to haggle over such details.
“This should be more than enough.”
“Gasp! This… this amount…!”
“Hush. Simply accept it. And don’t breathe a word to anyone.”
“…….”
The merchants fell silent.
They understood well enough.
How ugly humanity becomes before money.
And unearned coin makes too easy a target.
“The preparations are complete. Let’s go.”
“Yes. Where to?”
“The Martial Training Hall. We have work that isn’t practice today.”
Namgung Yeon had Ho Ho and Park Man Ho pull the cart.
Now only the final preparation remained—to catch the hidden Demon Beings.
#3
[Infinite Storage]
[Xionghuang]
[Stock: 999,999,999 units]
[Currently withdrawable: 200 units]
Information surfaced in his mind.
Not visible to the eye, yet crystalline in Namgung Yeon’s perception.
Two hundred units.
He wouldn’t even need that much.
Fifty units, ground fine and mixed in, would be more than sufficient.
Xionghuang.
Harvested from Hwuhwa Mountain in that distant region where the heat ran fierce.
Its effect was simple.
Mix even the minutest trace into food, and the faces of Demon Beings would betray them.
‘I discovered it was a metal that acts upon Demon Meridians only through endless trial and error.’
He’d done things unspeakable in the telling.
Conventional methods could never have saved the Martial World. So he’d resorted to worse.
Namgung Yeon withdrew the Xionghuang and began to grind it.
In the meantime, Ho Ho had begun preparing rice and meat, with Park Man Ho assisting. Together they worked from evening until dawn broke.
Rice and meat, cooked through those long hours.
Their task was complete once everything had been packed neatly for transport.
“It’s finished.”
“Phew……. Preparing food is no trivial matter, is it?”
“From now on, remember to be grateful to the cooks who feed us.”
…….
There are no unimportant people in the Martial World.
One truth learned through countless lives lived.
In the end, protecting this world requires those who stand in the humblest places.
Namgung Yeon loaded the preparations onto a large supply wagon as he spoke.
“When we arrive, do not interfere, no matter what unfolds.”
“It seems you’re quite certain something will happen.”
“You’ll know when you see it.”
Namgung Yeon chuckled softly and retrieved the Maling Sword.
The hunt was about to begin.

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