I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89
Chapter 89 – New Players
#1
Crackle.
The dispatch letter in his hand burst into flame.
After recalling its contents for a moment, he exhaled deeply.
How in the heavens could affairs become so hopelessly entangled?
It had been a carefully orchestrated operation.
First Group: Namgung Cheon.
Second Group: Namgung Jin.
Third Group: Namgung Yeon.
Tenth Group: Namgung Yuyeon.
Dispatched across four groups in total.
He had even divided his personal Sword Guard and sent them out.
He had thought it a matter settled with the Third Elder’s tacit approval…….
Yet how could the results be so utterly disastrous?
His eldest son, Namgung Cheon.
His eldest daughter, Namgung Yuyeon—well enough.
“Hmm…… What exactly is the meaning of this, Baekryong Daejoo?”
“…….”
“Whatever else, I was informed that the Second Group and Third Group would certainly fail their missions.”
“I have no excuse…… for my failure.”
Baekryong Daejoo bowed his head.
He had provided all the intelligence.
Yet…… they had failed.
Especially the Third Group.
Namgung Yeon’s group and his own son’s contingent—he had spared no effort for them.
And yet they had completed their task with near-perfect execution.
Nor was that all.
Hwanghakmnu and the Peng Family had even sent letters of commendation.
Praise for Namgung Yeon.
And content regarding their future relations, and so forth…….
“I gave specific instructions to focus on the Third Group…… so what exactly went wrong?”
“According to reports, Jin Mueik defected from their side to an organization called the Eunwol Merchant Group.”
“Bah! That lowborn express courier wretch. The Eunwol Merchant Group, you say…….”
The Third Elder, Namgung Hyeok-un, who had been expressing disappointment to Baekryong Daejoo, clicked his tongue.
The Eunwol Merchant Group…….
He had never heard of such a place.
It had appeared out of nowhere, swept away the Pungyun Express Bureau with which he had connections, and seized all its interests.
The timing was far too convenient to be mere misfortune.
Surely there was someone inside the family pulling strings.
Someone in management?
No, that wasn’t it.
‘The dead O Gwang-seok wouldn’t…… that fool was the very definition of incompetence. He couldn’t have orchestrated anything of that scale.’
Then what of Yi Hyeon, one of the group members?
A man without even the Namgung surname—how could he build connections of such magnitude?
The Kangho of this vast realm was not a forgiving place.
Coming from parents who hadn’t even attained the rank of Daejoo—what could he possibly…….
“So it was Namgung Yeon, Sa Gongja, who accomplished all of it…… Surely you’re not harbouring other expectations for the boy, are you, Daejoo?”
“I no longer consider him my son.”
An odd silence settled over the room.
They say even a hedgehog holds its own offspring dear.
Yet Baekryong Daejoo now seemed utterly devoid of attachment.
The Third Elder regarded him for a moment, then spoke.
“You will take Namgung Jin under the Nongeomhoe’s purview.”
“…… Understood.”
“The Great Elder may have stepped back, but our foundational premise remains unchanged.”
Their premise was simple enough.
Bring down the Family Head’s power, and install one of the Elders’ sons as Deputy Clan Head.
He knew well it was a difficult task—but precisely because it was, the ends would justify whatever means were necessary.
The Third Elder decided to play his hand once more.
This time, however, he could not step forward himself.
And so…….
“Your role will be particularly crucial in this matter.”
“……I will take full responsibility.”
Baekryong Daejoo’s gaze grew cold and distant.
The Third Elder studied his eyes for a moment, then nodded slowly.
“I am counting on you. Should this affair conclude well, I will recommend you for the position of Cheonryong-gak Gakjoo.”
“Thank you.”
Cheonryong-gak
A place where the Namgung Family cultivated its elite warriors, and where appointments were decided.
The Cheonryong-gak Gakjoo was, in truth, one of the true powers behind the new generation of the Namgung Family.
Talent flowed to the faction I backed.
Mediocrities went to those who opposed me.
What else could move the Namgung Family but this?
Baekryong Daejoo bowed lightly.
Before the Nongeomhoe, various assignments would pour in from near Hapbi.
‘There will be plenty of opportunities, after all…….’
He withdrew quietly.
And the Third Elder watched his departure with a look of suspicion.
The Elder rose silently and headed elsewhere.
“Tsk. Those Changcheon Wei folk……. They’re becoming more of a nuisance by the day.”
Something seemed to have shifted in that Daejoo. I should have someone look into it.
The Third Elder muttered to the empty air as he walked.
“Assign someone to watch the Changcheon Wei Daejoo.”
No voice replied, but a presence vanished.
Soon, high-grade intelligence would be brought to him.
And if he made use of that…….
#2
Namgung Yeon, three squads, and Han Rim had returned to the training grounds.
They had been away for nearly a month.
The expansion work was still underway, and the number of unfamiliar faces had grown considerably.
These were the laborers he had requested from his maternal grandfather.
They had arrived at the training grounds.
The instructors had been bewildered at first, but soon had no choice but to approve their entry into the camp.
“Instructor, is there anything you need?”
“Ah, no, it’s fine.”
“Please let us know if you need anything at any time.”

Laundry, cleaning, even surprisingly decent meals——all appeared without anyone asking.
All of it the work of a single person: Namgung Yeon.
Word was already spreading quietly among the instructors.
The combined training grounds of three squads had become nothing short of a dream posting.
Namgung Yeon, observing the bustling activity around him, committed each worker’s face to memory one by one.
The word “last” circled in his mind always, wherever he was.
Even if he failed, he would not forget them.
Guided by this small conviction and resolve, Namgung Yeon learned the faces and names of every worker first.
“So what should I do now……?”
“Start with cleaning. You’ll be living here now. And take this.”

Namgung Yeon handed several books to Han Rim as he asked.
This was knowledge passed down from past and future both.
Just as he had given a hammer to Namgung Se-un, giving these books to Han Rim was the final promise.
Book of Infinite Mysteries
Formation Theory Manual
Formation Theory Manual – Revised
Formation Theory Manual – Application
……
Seven Star Golden Time Formation Overview

Long ago.
A single book that Han Rim had entrusted to him personally.
It was the work he’d spent his entire life writing, and a secret manual that distilled all the Formation Theory knowledge he’d possessed at that time.
The cycle of it traveling back through time to return to another version of himself, again and again.
“This……. The handwriting looks familiar somehow?”
“Study it when you have spare moments. And join the training sessions every morning.”
“Training……?”
Han Rim had been a scholar who despised martial arts training with an almost pathological fervor.
He would rather spend time studying even a single more character than move his body unnecessarily.
He was a man consumed by the idea that this approach was more efficient.
Yet Namgung Yeon still remembered one of his final admonitions.
In those days when they were fleeing from the family’s pursuit.
The moment when, at last, a lack of stamina and strength had caught up with them.

He had not forgotten that moment—how Han Rim had laughed, his face slick with sweat, before being dragged away.
The basic physical conditioning that he’d habitually neglected.
He would never have guessed that training in Internal and External Kung Fu would become his undoing.
In that final moment, when he’d fought desperately alongside Han Rim and they’d met their end together, Namgung Yeon had made a resolve.
‘I’ll make you into a combat weapon every bit as formidable as I was.’
It was his last life anyway.
With nowhere left to retreat to, he would spare no effort and see it through without regret.
“Yes. Wake at dawn.”
“I don’t want to…….”
Namgung Yeon said nothing more and looked toward the three units resting.
Through their training aboard the vessel, their skill had risen considerably.
Then what remained to be done?
Now it was time, little by little, to turn their gaze inward.
The ones they would soon face were men of the rank of Elder, Gakjoo, and Daejoo.
In particular, Namgung Jinjin would be matched against the most dangerous of them all.
“Three units, there’s no time to rest. Gather Military Weapons and the Golden Dragon Chain and come out.”
“Ugh. We could take just one day off, couldn’t we?”
“If you’d rather mope around after losing to Nongeomhoe, then sure.”
“Come on…….”
How could they stand idle when he kept scraping at their pride like that?
The three units’ training did not cease.
And.
“Sir, it looks like the training hall will be finished soon.”
Bang Ya, who had been overseeing construction here, came to find Namgung Yeon.
At last, a place where one could cultivate Qi in peace had been created.
#3
“Here it is. Just as you requested, I’ve built a chamber below where Incense Candles can be placed.”
“Mm.”
“The scent will be carried throughout the room by the Formation Theory effect, linger for a while, and then exit through the ventilation shaft at the top.”
“Well done.”
Namgung Yeon nodded with satisfaction.
A space of roughly ten pyeong.
A ventilation shaft that let a little light in.
Even standing motionless, a subtle breeze could be felt continuously circulating through the room.
With this, one wouldn’t suffocate from the smoke the Incense Candle gave off.
If one were to burn good Spiritual Medicine and cultivate Qi here, the effects would be quite respectable.
“You’ve worked hard. I’ll pay you promptly.”
“Ha. More than that…….”
“Your worth will prove itself. Don’t be hasty.”
“Understood, sir.”
There was, in fact, a perfect opportunity approaching.
The Nongeomhoe itself.
A gathering held under the pretense of a master teaching a student the art of sword dialogue.
It came with a unique privilege: he could take a disciple of his choosing and instruct them directly.
But in truth, it was merely a stage to display one’s own sword skills.
How thoroughly did one cultivate a junior disciple.
Had their training progressed well.
And…… it was also an opportunity to choose who would become one’s own subordinate.
‘Everything will be proven naturally there.’
Bang Ya’s worth.
The Group Members’ worth as well.
And…… his own worth too.
It was the moment Namgung Yeon was stepping out with satisfaction.
When Han Rim’s voice reached his ears—Han Rim, who had been busily cleaning nearby.
“Hmm……. Why did you design it this way?”
“…….”
Bang Ya’s ears caught Han Rim’s words just as he was leaving the room.
His brows twitched.
“You there—what did you just say?”
“This, I was wondering why it was made this way……. I think it could be designed better.”
“Ha ha! That’s right, little one. So you’ve taken an interest in Formation Theory, have you. Study hard.”
“…….”
Han Rim—Jekal Moonlim—scowled deeply.
And speaking in a manner that revealed the very essence of the Jegal Family, he opened his mouth.
“May I try designing the next chamber myself?”
“…….”
Namgung Yeon watched with an expression of amusement.
Yes, it was good when they learned from each other.
Though, of course, Bang Ya would be the one doing most of the learning.
Bang Ya and Han Rim.
The gazes of both men collided in the empty air.
And Namgung Yeon’s mouth opened.

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