I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
86 — The Child Who Shed Her Name
#1
The journey back to Namgung had been smooth.
The Demons had grown quiet, and the bandits, as if they’d never caused trouble at all, took their toll and let the Eun Wol Merchant Guild pass.
When the world ran this way, it was hard to remember why the outbound journey had been so harrowing.
Gwangmin exhaled softly and continued writing in his ledger.
Then he turned his head to watch the young men wielding practice weapons on the deck.
The ship’s captain stood nearby, his expression uneasy.
“Sigh… these young masters do have spirit, don’t they? If one of them falls into the river—”
“You mean if they wreck the whole ship, right? Ha ha!”
“Keep your voice down. Ahem… Still, they’re from prominent families. If anything gets damaged, they’ll surely make it good.”
Their low conversation held a tone of ease.
Gwangmin recorded every detail with meticulous care.
This was evidence that would help the Three Group members earn better assessments.
The more thorough the report, the more weight it would carry in their evaluations.
And even if he didn’t become Junior Patriarch, it would all remain as achievement—securing him a position for the future.
The Namgung Family showed no mercy in assessing talent.
So all the more reason to write with precision, making sure their strengths shone clearly.
“…You’re busy too.”
“……”
Jin Mueik, who had been quietly observing Gwangmin, offered a remark.
He remained present without drawing attention, yet he spoke to Gwangmin often.
“Never mind about me.”
“So what happens to me? If I go to Namgung with you, I feel like my head will roll.”
“Hmm……”
Gwangmin could guess why Jin Mueik had spoken to him.
He set down his brush and looked at the Three Group, still practicing their Sword Dance.
Namgung Yeon standing tall among them, and the Cleaner watching him with motionless eyes.
‘The number grows.’
Jin Mueik was dangerous.
There was no chance the Namgung Family would accept him.
Especially if someone within the clan—someone involved in that old business—refused him bitterly.
They might even send assassins capable enough to end him.
“I’d need to ask the Young Master about the details, but… you won’t be entering the Main Estate with us.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Instead……”
Gwangmin looked toward the stern of the ship, where a woman kept up a continuous stream of conversation.
Eun Wol, wasn’t it?
There were many suspicious things about her, but it seemed true enough that she possessed considerable wealth.
Moreover, her skill at commanding subordinates and handling affairs was that of a professional.
As if she’d long managed such work somewhere, she directed the operation with practiced ease.
For a woman to accomplish such things was no simple feat—which was probably why Young Master Yeon watched her so closely.
“I think you’ll end up working for that merchant guild.”
“Hmm……”
Jin Mueik did not answer readily.
Perhaps painful memories had surfaced.
He’d been a Scout before, he’d said.
Then returning to a merchant guild would not come easily.
The wounds a person carries are like chasms far deeper and wider than one might think.
Chasms carved deliberately, to bury away the terrible remnants.
They were graves for emotion, places one wished never to return to.
Asking Jin Mueik to work as a Scout again now would be like demanding he enter that terrible place once more.
Then Gwangmin spoke the deciding words.
He too had witnessed many similar cases, seen many different choices and their varied outcomes.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to see things change? Then you have to face them.”
“……”
Jin Mueik stood in the river wind for a long while before he answered.
“Yes… perhaps that’s so.”
#2
Jegal Munlim.
The boy who now asked to be called Jegal Han-lim stood motionless, watching the training unfold.
The martial artists moved with violent intensity.
In particular, the young master of Namgung—the one who had taken him in—displayed overwhelming martial prowess.
‘That… I don’t think I ever saw anything like that in the Jegal Family.’
Rather, the martial artists guarding Hwanghakmnu showed him such sights often enough.
The current Jegal Family, though… well.
Their advance into politics and control of the Murim Alliance.
It seemed they poured their energy into various political matters beyond that.
They could afford to.
Martial arts alone had never produced a Strongest Under Heaven.
And Formation Technique, they said, had nothing left to study in this age.
So what remained?
‘In the end, to become a lapdog of power.’
He didn’t judge it as irrational.
Only, from Han-lim’s perspective, the Jegal Family’s Formation Technique still had room to develop.
Yet they called it all taboo and stubbornly clung to new directions alone—it was pitiful to watch.
His own reasons for abandoning the Jegal name were rooted in the same thing.

The maidservant who said such things surely died.
He hadn’t witnessed the horrific sight with his own eyes, but she must have suffered a terrible death.
Han-lim exhaled quietly.
‘If only I had bent my will… would such a thing never have happened?’
It was a kind of rebellion, perhaps—and also the hunger to shed a sordid existence.
Then, as if his training had ended, Namgung Yeon approached.
“Your Dantian—is it holding up?”
……
A blunt question.
It seemed Namgung Yeon already knew everything about his circumstances.
That his Dantian had shattered while he fled.
That he had researched the taboo…
Han-lim could not answer readily.
How could it be fine?
To say such a thing, given where he and this man stood now, would be impossible.
Namgung Yeon chuckled softly and continued.
“Of course it isn’t fine. Come along. First we need to fix that pitiful body of yours.”
“Ha, well…”
“If you have something to say, go ahead.”
Han-lim closed his mouth.
This man treated him without hesitation or reservation, yet Han-lim still found the gap between them strange and unsettling.
Instead, he rose silently.
Rather than spill the words inside him, he posed a question.
“Can the Dantian really be healed?”
“Speak comfortably. Waiting is more torment than honesty.”
“I was trying to choose my words carefully…”
The two entered the cabin.
Namgung Yeon stepped into the quiet cabin and opened his mouth.
“The Dantian can be healed. Qi Circulation is possible, and building True Qi is possible.”
……
“But before that, there are certain things that must be made clear.”
Han-lim closed his mouth quietly and waited for the question.
When he looked into those hollow eyes, a primal dread swept over him.
Most people followed certain laws, and their next actions could be predicted.
An inevitable trait of the human creature.
Or perhaps all creatures possessing eyes shared the same nature.
As the saying goes, the eyes are the window of the heart—by gazing into them, one could read a person’s thoughts well enough.
‘But this bastard… I can’t read his thoughts at all.’
Those eyes—they could turn on him at any moment and slit his throat without expression, and it wouldn’t seem strange at all.
Perhaps that was why everyone grew so tense standing before him.
So then, what question was he about to ask?
“You intend to abandon the Jegal Family entirely?”
“……Yes.”
“Then you can swear you’ll dedicate that knowledge wholly to Namgung?”
“If you treat me properly……. If you keep every promise you made when we first met-.”
Jegal Munlim.
The eyes of the one who had cast aside his own name and been reborn as Jegal Munlim gleamed with purpose.
Perhaps this was personal vengeance.
Perhaps he was using the Namgung Family to secure his own private fortune.
But.
The moment his stubbornness earned recognition across the entire Martial Realm, the Namgung Family would gain knowledge beyond measure.
With this thought, Jegal Munlim spoke with confidence.
“I can give the Namgung Family things it’s never possessed before. I……will make certain of it.”
“A satisfying answer.”
A true transaction, after all, requires each party to possess what the other lacks.
Namgung Yeon handed something to the man who would soon be his companion.
Jegal Munlim no longer existed.
Only Jegal Munlim remained—a man who had cast aside his surname to let his talents bloom beneath the Namgung banner.
And someday.
‘I will change your name. To Namgung.’
The greatest master of the Formation Technique would cease to be a Jegal.
As long as Jegal Munlim remained at his side, the Namgung Family would achieve unprecedented heights of power.
#3
Jegal Munlim accepted the Medicinal Pill that Namgung Yeon offered.
It was something that gave off an acrid smell, yet he understood instinctively.
This object was extraordinarily rare.
The Jegal Family was a considerable clan.
Even as an illegitimate child, Jegal Munlim had ample experience with such things.
Especially the scholars of the Jegal Family, who had weak constitutions and frequented the medicinal shop.
He himself had been the same before learning martial arts.
‘It’s precious. How much wealth must have gone into creating this?’
He was bewildered.
Were Medicinal Pills of such value really so cheap that they could be handed out so casually?
And he was afraid.
Just what sort of place was Namgung……to possess such wealth, information, and supply networks……?
And yet hopeful.
What kind of place was Namgung, truly?
He had never set foot on that land in his entire life.
Was Namgung, unlike the Jegal Family, a place overflowing with such talent?
“You seem oddly eager. But Namgung isn’t so different from Jegal.”
“You……are you using Mind Reading on me?”
“Mind Reading? Your face tells me everything. Now eat and circulate your Qi.”
Namgung Yeon pulled Spirit Medicine from his storage pouch and briefly explained its name and effects.
As Jegal Munlim turned over the words that Namgung was no different from Jegal, he listened quietly to the explanation.
“It’s a Danhwan that restores the Dantian. An Innate True Sphere, I believe……. It’s not complete damage, but rather a Medicinal Pill that rapidly repairs cracks in the Dantian.”
“It seems……extraordinarily rare.”
“Indeed. It’s refined from Innate True Qi. You’re better off not knowing the precise method of creation.”
The very mention sent a chill down his spine.
No martial artist in the Realm was ignorant of Innate True Qi.
To draw it out and refine it……?
Jegal Munlim began to sink into dangerous speculation, then looked back at the Medicinal Pill.
Yes—perhaps ignorance was a mercy.
For now, he should focus on recovery.
Before taking the Medicinal Pill, Jegal Munlim asked:
“So what will I be doing once I go to the Namgung Family?”
“Cleaning.”
“…….”
As if he expected charity.
Namgung Yeon laughed softly and passed his new companion by.
Bewildered glances trailed after him, but he paid them no mind.
With that, the pieces were in place.
‘Though I still need a few more key figures…….’
This much should be enough to ascend to Junior Patriarch without any real obstacles.
In the distance, the docks of Cheongyang began to come into view.
The mission was drawing slowly toward its close.
Now it was time to return to the training grounds and prepare for what came next.

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