I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70
Chapter 70 – Much More Famous
#1
The trees surrounding the Hapsan Training Grounds were of a dense, hard-grained variety.
Strong enough that, with proper care, they could be processed into timber capable of withstanding steel blades.
Crack-crack-crack.
Yet seeing such timber fall cleanly felled by a few Sword Technique strokes was almost eerie.
Gwangmin watched the sight with a bewildered expression.
Just days ago, he didn’t think the speed was this fast…….
His juniors and peers among the instructors had also come to witness Group Three’s peculiar training methods.
“Such a crude training regimen……where did that even come from?”
“Without those implements, it’d be impossible in the first place. However did they devise such a method?”
“Perhaps they thought deeply about many things while bedridden.”
While recording in their logs, they gazed at Group Three’s training with undisguised curiosity.
Some of them were so drawn in that they wished to attempt the method themselves.
Had they not been instructors, they likely would have asked already.
A fairly spacious clearing had been created, and now the groundwork was nearly complete enough to proceed with expansion.
Gwangmin grew curious.
What facilities would Namgung Yeon expand next?
“Young Master, will you summon those workers again—the ones you called before?”
“That’s my intention.”
“Do you think they’ll come? They seemed incredibly busy lately…….”
As Gwangmin and the other instructors observed, Namgung Yeon and Ho Ho spoke while finishing the morning’s work.
It seemed the workers who’d built this training facility had seen their value skyrocket.
By Namgung Yeon’s own account, they were earning so much they had nowhere left to spend it.
“Still, go and meet with them. You’ll come to know what sort of people they are.”
“Understood. Since Manho isn’t here, I’ll go in his stead.”
“I’m obliged to you.”
The only problem was that Ho Ho, having been formally enrolled as a cadet, couldn’t simply leave the grounds on a whim.
But that was fine.
Ho Ho decided to use her Exit Permit to venture out.
Gwangmin expressed doubt that she would spend such a precious permit merely on an errand for Namgung Yeon.
“Are you certain? Exit Permits are quite valuable…….”
“I have no one else to see anyway. Namgung Yeon and Manho are my brothers and my family.”
…….
At Ho Ho’s innocent words, Gwangmin fell silent.
Though Gwangmin possessed talent and had been promoted to instructor, he came from no great family.
He’d endured much scorn within the martial bureaucracy, and subtle obstruction besides.
‘Yet this child…….’
A cleaner.
An orphan.
Moreover, before she’d lost weight, she’d carried a frame that was not merely plump but stout.
He couldn’t fathom what suffering that must have entailed.
In the end, Gwangmin asked nothing further and simply nodded.
Then he decided to give her a small portion of the coin he had on hand.
“Take this at least, and treat yourself to a proper meal.”
“No, that’s quite all right.”
“This is a kindness from a senior of the Namgung Family, not an instructor.”
“Oh…… truly, I’m grateful, but I really don’t need it.”
Thunk.
Ho Ho carefully set something down.
A money pouch that looked remarkably heavy.
So thick it would bulge visibly if tucked into one’s garment.
“This is…….”
“The Young Master gave it to me. If I took more, someone might steal it from me.”
…….
Gwangmin quietly decided to reclaim his precious salary.
Yes.
Wasn’t it better when those with means were the ones doing the giving?
Gwangmin smiled wryly and stamped her Exit Permit.
#2
The northern district of Anhui.
Ho Ho surveyed the rebuilt streets of Anhui, having cleared away the charred remnants of buildings consumed by fire.
What had once been utter chaos was now substantially restored.
He found himself freshly aware of just how formidable the Namgung Family’s power truly was.
In any other place, reconstruction alone would have taken years…….
He was waiting now at the Park Family Labor Agency.
Naturally, the moment he arrived, someone recognized him and escorted him in with great courtesy.
“Now I understand why everyone tries so hard to join a prestigious sect or family.”
If he had come here as a mere janitor, would he be treated with such respect?
He’d have been lucky to escape without being turned away at the gate.
Ho Ho waited, struck anew by how much he had changed.
Then came a familiar face, caked with dust and dirt.
“Well, well! It’s been ages, Warrior. Your attire has become quite refined, I see. Ha-ha-ha!”
“It’s good to see you again. You’ve been well, I hope?”
“Ah, these days I need two bodies just to keep up! And how is the young master doing?”
“Very well. I’ve come on an errand from him again, in fact.”
Park Museong’s eyes lit up.
This building’s construction, the vast influx of workers to the agency—all of it existed because of Namgung Yeon.
The others of the Namgung Family had treated him and his people like insects…….
In that light, Park Museong’s gaze held unmistakable warmth.
So, what commission would the young master be entrusting to him this time?
“Is it another construction project?”
“Yes. It seems he wants to expand a training facility. I’ll need to hear the details, though, to know more…….”
“Then let’s go together tomorrow evening. I’ll wrap up some work here first.”
It was quite a swift schedule.
Ho Ho asked out of genuine curiosity.
“You’re sure the timing works? You looked terribly busy…….”
“Yes! The reconstruction work is finished, and there’s some time before the next assignment begins.”
“Then that’s fortunate.”
Park Museong accepted the commission readily.
Park Museong, who had once led mere laborers, was now director of the labor agency.
He now oversaw many people and deployed them to wherever they were needed most.
Though it had all happened in mere months, it spoke to his exceptional talent.
He lived never forgetting the name Namgung Yeon, not for a single moment.
Because of him, he had risen to where he stood now.
“For a commission from the young master, I’d stop any work to assist. I’ll arrange fine lodgings for you—rest well there for the night.”
“……Thank you greatly.”
A person’s standing shifts and transforms.
Experience upon experience, event upon event—these accumulate and gradually reshape a person’s reputation.
Ho Ho, once a mere janitor, had become a confident warrior of the Namgung Family.
Park Museong, who had led workers and been treated like a tool, now operated one of Anhui’s most respected labor agencies.
And all of it had come to pass because of a single man: Namgung Yeon.
Ho Ho was newly struck by the thought that he had met a noble.
Back when he was a janitor, he could never have imagined such a thing.
“Then I shall take my leave.”
“I’ll come find you tomorrow. Rest at the Bihuanglou nearby.”
“What a grand name! I understand.”
Ho Ho left the labor agency with a light heart.
He made his way to the Bihuanglou and requested lodgings with easy confidence.
“Oh my, a warrior of the Namgung Family! I’ll show you to our finest room.”
“…….”
“The lodging fee is one silver coin.”
“……I’m sorry?”
One silver coin.
Ho Ho knew well just how vast a sum that was.
Nowadays, an ordinary commoner’s bowl of thin noodles cost roughly fifty copper coins.
The attendant, having casually escorted him, spoke again.
One silver coin.
Then Ho Ho recalled what the young master had once said.
Don’t hesitate to spend money. Every action you take carries the name of Namgung with it.
That’s what affiliation means. Carry your sense of belonging, and conduct yourself as a Namgung warrior would. Don’t act rashly; always practice righteousness and integrity.
Ho Ho offered up a silver coin with a bitter smile.
In this way, Ho Ho too was gradually becoming accustomed to spending money.
#3
This place was Qingyang.
It was where Manho, the warrior Namgung Yeon had sent, had arrived.
Moreover, it was also a place where the Heukpung Faction had taken root.
Among those places stood one that rose conspicuously, a landmark of sorts.
It was Qingyanglou.
Following the Young Master’s instructions, Manho had taken up residence here and begun partaking in rather elegant meals.
Though his was a warrior’s body, he too had awakened to new tastes thanks to the Young Master.
‘Delicious. And yet…….’
Today’s atmosphere was decidedly unusual.
Bang!
Despite the place being clearly upscale and expensive, a group of ruffian-looking men came striding in.
Manho sharpened his senses and focused on them.
They walked past not only the other guests but even the hostess who tried to greet them.
For a moment, all eyes fell upon them.
Then people whispered and looked away.
“The Fengyun Escort Agency.”
“Turn away. They’re under the protection of the Namgung Family.”
“Why have so many of them come?”
“Do they have business with Lu Zhu here……?”
Hearing the whispers, Manho fell into thought.
An escort agency under the Namgung Family’s protection.
And the way they carried themselves so brazenly…….
What expression would the Young Master have worn if he’d witnessed this?
Since causing a disturbance would be troublesome, he decided to observe for now.
At that moment, a man descended from upstairs.
A youth who appeared frail.
His complexion was pallid, his skin dry and withered-looking.
“Lu Zhu—! When will you honor our agreement!”
“Perhaps we might discuss this upstairs?”
“No, there’s no time for that today. Only a fortnight remains. There’s an important escort run, so procure the goods before then. However you must!”
…….
The Fengyun Escort Agency people departed as noisily as they’d arrived.
This Qingyanglou was quite a large establishment, yet people from the escort agency had shown such insolence…….
And on top of that, not only had Lu Zhu come out personally to receive them, but he’d also heard harsh words.
‘Something’s amiss here.’
Manho gazed at Lu Zhu standing motionless.
A distant look in his eyes—something like sorrow had settled there.
Manho had seen eyes like that before.
The eyes of one who was buffeted this way and that…… unable to have the world conform to his will.
Those eyes…… resembled his own from long ago.
“The Young Master spoke truly—I’ve found the place.”
Manho finished his meal leisurely.
Then he rose quietly and spoke to the hostess who had seated him.
Pressing coins into her hand as he did.
“I’d like to meet with Lu Zhu. I’ve come from Namgung.”
…….
“I’d appreciate it if you could arrange a discreet meeting.”
“I-I’ll pass the message along.”
Perhaps he might be of help.
Manho waited quietly, recalling that day’s Namgung Yeon.
That very day when the Young Master had saved him—him who had withered away with no value whatsoever…….
Might he too be able to help someone?
‘A friend…….’
Once more, the Young Master’s words echoed in his mind.
He gazed quietly at the belongings he’d brought with him.
A hundred Night Luminous Pearls.
Perhaps their true purpose could be found here, he thought.

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