I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75
Chapter 75 – In the Name of Namgung
#1
Cheongyang, situated between Hwangsan and Hefei.
Namgung Yeon stood gazing out at Cheongyang—the headquarters of the Pungyun Trading Post and home to docks leading toward the Changjiang River—lost in thought.
Over the past few days, those who had finished their investigation brought word of the culprits.
“An urgent dispatch has arrived. It appears the Pungyun Trading Post sent an enforcer.”
“The magistrate’s office will withdraw from here, so ensure no harm comes to civilians.”
“Here is the ledger with the culprit’s rank and affiliated organization. And… the reward money given to the soldiers will be put to good use.”
Namgung Yeon and the members of the Sword Band received the information through urgent dispatch.
The Group Members from the third squad said nothing, and the Sword Band kept quiet as well.
If they carelessly got involved in the Fourth Young Master’s affairs, only to be dragged into a family dispute, there would be no remedy for it.
What could mere swordsmen accomplish anyway?
So they held their silence, and the third-squad trainees refrained from speaking, watching Namgung Yeon’s expression instead.
They had seen him alone from time to time.
Assuming he would handle things of his own accord, the group simply moved forward quietly.
“The Pungyun Trading Post, then….”
“The man belonged to the Silver House, they say. A newly risen tycoon.”
“With thirty thousand taels in gold, he purchased entire buildings in Hwangsan all at once. Where in the world did such people emerge from?”
Namgung Yeon said nothing.
The fact that the source of those funds was his own secret—known only to Wol Young and himself—remained unspoken.
Their lodging was Cheongyang Tower itself.
It was where So Un, the keeper of Cheongyang Tower, stayed.
And here, a branch of the Eunwol Trading Company had been established.
“Instructor.”
“What is it?”
Namgung Yeon, who had been silent throughout the journey here, opened his mouth.
Gwang Min, the instructor, engaged him in conversation, half anxious and half out of duty.
What emerged from Namgung Yeon’s lips was subtly ordinary.
“I’ll step outside for some air.”
“Air…?”
“Man Ho is here on my errand, after all.”
“We depart tomorrow morning, so you must return by midnight tonight.”
What was he planning?
Gwang Min was curious, but he did not press the matter.
As long as the mission was completed properly, everyone tacitly overlooked minor deviations.
Besides, the Pungyun Trading Post was quite a considerable establishment.
It belonged to the Yuksalhoe, a coalition of the realm’s foremost trading companies.
No matter how personal his desire for vengeance, he would not dare touch such a place.
Still, out of caution, Gwang Min added a word of counsel.
“If you are thinking of visiting the Pungyun Trading Post, I would recommend waiting a little longer.”
“…….”
Namgung Yeon did not answer his words.
Instead, he abruptly posed a different question.
“Will you still not accept the Spirit Medicine?”
“Suddenly…… what are you saying…?”
“It seems you will not accept it afterward, so I ask now.”
Gwang Min furrowed his brow and let out a small sigh.
His mind was already made up.
Instead of answering, he handed something over.
“Do not let it be discovered.”
A mask.
It was the kind used by assassins.
He wanted to ask why he carried such a thing, but he swallowed the question.
This time, Namgung Yeon himself declined Gwang Min’s gesture.
“If I go in with my face hidden, there would be no point.”
“…….”
He was going not as a student, but as the Fourth Young Master of the Namgung Family.
Observing the shift in his tone, Gwang Min offered a single phrase.
“I wish you good fortune.”
“Don’t worry. The task will be completed without incident. However…….”
Ding.
With that meaningful chime, Namgung Yeon’s words scattered like wind.
“…….”
Gwang Min felt a peculiar bitterness at the realization that he could not stop the Young Master’s course of action.
#2
The path to Pungyun Trading Post was deeply familiar.
They had coiled themselves right alongside the road leading to the Changjiang River, shouldering responsibility for all commerce in this region.
One could call them the de facto hegemon of Cheongyang.
Cheongyang River.
At the tail end of the waterway connecting to the Changjiang, there stood a massive wharf through which vessels could pass.
As this came into clear view, a presence drew near Namgung Yeon’s side.
One from his flank.
The other from his front.
Two figures had closed the distance until Namgung Yeon’s very safety hung in the balance, yet he showed no reaction whatsoever.
“This servant, Man Ho, pays respect to my lord.”
“I bow before you, Young Master.”
One was Wol Young, who now held the position of owner of the Eunwol Trading Company, and the figure prostrate before him was a loyal retainer.
Namgung Yeon dispensed with pleasantries and cut straight to the point.
“How is Pungyun Trading Post conducting itself?”
“They are…… pressuring us with every dirty method at their disposal.”
“What methods?”
What did a trading company require in order to establish itself?
Contracts and goods.
A trading company’s primary revenue structure was buying goods cheap and selling them elsewhere.
If the trading company was the command post, then the trading posts working beneath it were the field operations.
Pungyun Trading Post had seized precisely on this point.
They were controlling the very things a nascent trading company desperately needed.
It was crude, certainly, but no method was more effective.
Was that why they were facing obstacles?
That was not quite the case.
“Obvious enough. They’re coercing neighboring trading posts and merchants to refuse contracts with the Eunwol Trading Company.”
“The solution?”
“There appear to be roughly two options.”
Wol Young walked toward the hill overlooking Pungyun Trading Post and spoke.
Man Ho began radiating a subtle bloodlust, as though he wished nothing more than to smash Pungyun Trading Post to pieces that very instant.
It had not been many days, yet he had grown quite fond of her…….
What Pungyun Trading Post was doing clearly violated Merchant Ethics.
Someone might argue that it was necessary for the trading post’s survival.
Still, they should not have crossed the line.
“This is, after all, private vengeance.”
“…….”
Namgung Yeon spoke while gazing upon Pungyun Trading Post.
Not a single soul among them would walk away alive today.
There exist those in this world who listen to words, and those who do not.
If they refuse to listen to words, what then?
If they are those who cross lines and run rampant, what is to be done?
Namgung Yeon had wrestled with these questions many times.
He had even tried different solutions on each occasion.
And the conclusion he had reached always ended in the same way.
“I shall root them out and show the world that the Eunwol Trading Company is the hegemon of Cheongyang.”
“…….”
“Let all people see clearly that this is a trading company that moves under the Namgung name.”
“……Your will, my lord.”
Wol Young barely managed to speak, her entire body seized by a chill.
So this man could feel wrath after all.
The sharpness woven into that cold voice seemed capable of tearing through her very being, and she could not bring herself to speak further.
Wol Young, who had trained in martial arts and glimpsed the veil between realms, however slightly.
And so she trembled all the more.
From what she could sense now, Namgung Yeon’s anger was something no mere trading post lackey could hope to withstand.
How they would meet their doom—he couldn’t help but tremble at the thought, couldn’t stop watching.
“Bring Lu Zhu here. Today, I will draw up a new contract in this very place.”
“Yes.”
“And the Eunwol Trading Company will seize all of the Anhui region south of Hefei.”
Namgung Yeon declared it with absolute certainty.
Like a prophet who saw the future, he spoke it into being.
Wol Young and Man Ho believed it would come to pass exactly as he said.
Not a single word he’d spoken thus far had ever gone unfulfilled.
Ting—
The Maryeong Sword chimed with evident delight.
As if there were something they did not yet know.
#3
“Who is it?”
“Open the gate.”
“Who, I’m asking?”
The main gate of the Pungyun Trading Post.
The gate keepers bristled at these strangers who approached so abruptly and spoke with such rudeness.
But they soon found themselves hurled bodily through the gate they were meant to guard.
Namgung Yeon needn’t have lifted a finger—Man Ho had simply grabbed both men and thrown them aside.
Crash—!
Splintering wood—!
“Aaaahhh!”
“W-who are you!”
“What kind of wretched dog dares assault the great Pungyun Trading Post—!”
The trading post’s hired blades came pouring out.
They drew their swords and surrounded Namgung Yeon, Man Ho, and Wol Young in a tight circle.
One of them recognized the garments of the Namgung Family and paled.
Someone from the Namgung Family? How could that be…?
“W-who are you, sir?”
“Do you know my face?”
“……”
Their silence was only natural.
Namgung Yeon had never engaged in any public activities, always confined to his sickbed.
He revealed his identity himself.
“The Family Head’s third son, Namgung Yeon. Bring me the Trading Post master at once. If you don’t……”
Slide—
Namgung Yeon drew not an ordinary blade, but the Maryeong Sword.
The strange resonance it emitted stirred his instincts acutely.
His voice turned razor-sharp as he issued his warning.
“You should prepare yourselves for death.”
“What do you—”
“The Namgung Family? That’s rich. Stop spouting nonsense!”
As tension hung thick in the air, someone erupted from the crowd with murderous intent.
It was a nameless hired blade of the Pungyun Trading Post who struck the spark in that powder keg.
Namgung Yeon sensed something aberrant in the man who came at him.
Repulsive.
Foul.
Yes—my instinct and the Maryeong Sword’s were never wrong.
Namgung Yeon smiled with grim amusement and drew his blade.
Whoosh—!
A stroke crude yet clean.
As if a dragon had snatched its prey from the sky with raking claws, entrails and blood sprayed through the air.
“Kyieeeee—!?”
Ting-ting!
The Maryeong Sword’s bell sang harshly, greedily devouring the Demonic Energy that spilled into the air.
To the rhythm of that bell, Namgung Yeon stepped forward.
“Consider that your answer.”
“No, this can’t be—!”
“It’s all or nothing! We die here and now!”
“Cover it up as an accident! That’s all that matters!”
Those who had seen blood were drowning in fear.
And those drowning in fear could not think clearly.
Men steeped in madness.
And the enemies who had been hiding revealed themselves.
Yes.
You dogs skulking in the Pungyun Trading Post.
Come on, bare your fangs and rush at me, ignoring your master’s command.
Only then can I hold you accountable for your crimes and cut off your heads.
“Man Ho.”
“Yes!”
“These scoundrels have drawn steel against a legitimate Junior Family Head Candidate of the Namgung Family. What should be done?”
Rumble—!
An immense aura erupted from Man Ho’s entire body.
Having consumed Spirit Medicine.
The skill cultivated with money all this time.
The sleeping power of gold had awakened in furious wrath.
A master he had devoted his life to serve.
Having witnessed a blade raised against such a master, mercy was no longer an option.
“All of you. Summary execution.”
“In the name of Namgung, charge them with their crimes.”
A chilling verdict was delivered.

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