I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
Episode 93 – The Second Mission
#1
Figures arrived suddenly at the Training Ground.
None of them wore the official garb of the Namgung Family.
If the warriors of the Namgung Family gave off an impression of brightness and cheer, these people resembled vipers watching prey from the shadows—calculating, poised to strike.
Quiet. Their presence carried a dampness, a chill.
Namgung Yeon knew who they were.
These people who had traveled all the way from distant Sichuan.
They were warriors of the Dang Clan.
He could discern their purpose without needing to ask.
‘They came at Mother’s request, it seems.’
So Yeon had once been called the Poison Peak.
Had she not been betrothed to his father, Namgung Mu, she might have become the most fearsome female warrior in the land.
To reclaim such martial talent, learning the family’s techniques would be the surest path.
“I heard about the incident at the Sword-Forbidden Pavilion. That’s why this time the Sichuan Dang Clan agreed to assist the three groups.”
“Will all of them be going together?”
“Yes, I imagine so. They’re also overseeing my mother’s training.”
Namgung Yeon nodded at his mother’s words.
She looked more resolute than usual, more vibrant.
Over the years, she had lived as a dignified mistress of the Namgung household.
But now?
She wore lighter garments and carried sharp daggers and poison.
Her hair, pulled back tightly, marked her not as the daughter of a martial family, but as a true warrior.
And the noticeably increased Inner Energy was striking as well.
“You’ve taken the Heavenly Poison Pill.”
“I have. I haven’t even thanked you properly—thanks to my son, I can hold a dagger again.”
Namgung Yeon smiled quietly and handed over another medicine.
And a dagger as well.
[Infinite Repository]
[Flying Shadow Divine Ascension Technique]
[Guiyuan Dagger]
(歸元匕首)
This Guiyuan Dagger was something extraordinarily special.
A dagger that could be imprinted with the user’s blood and inner power, designed to return to its owner.
There was a trace of demonic power mixed in, but since the method of its creation remains unknown to anyone alive, that should pose no problem.
Blood-Refined Steel.
The dagger was forged from steel retempered with a warrior’s blood.
It was a difficult weapon to wield, but Namgung Yeon believed So Yeon would be more than capable.
‘If Mother had possessed such a treasure back then… would the outcome have been different?’
It was something he had always wondered.
If she had wielded a better weapon.
If she had mastered a stronger technique.
Would Mother have been free from the Slums?
Or could she have fled far from death itself?
Even now, Namgung Yeon was nothing but anxious.
Suppressing the Slums was one thing, but if they ventured there again, he had no idea what might unfold.
‘Soho is the same… Can I really persuade Mother?’
He wanted to go alone.
But looking at his mother’s eyes, persuasion seemed unlikely to work.
So Yeon was the kind of person who, despite her usual gentleness, possessed an iron will.
“Mother.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“If you wanted to go with a different martial unit instead…”
“There are reasons for my choices. Trust your mother.”
Then came a sound transmission directly into his mind.
-I can’t trust anyone in the Namgung Family right now.
Namgung Yeon nodded in silence.
Truth be told, he understood.
If he refused firmly, his mother might choose to remain at the Main Estate instead.
But how could that twist fate itself?
‘The timing is favorable enough. The problem is…….’
Would a destiny so intricately tangled reach out to ensnare her even in this final life?
He feared that an inescapable doom—one that led only to death—would steal her away.
Namgung Yeon clenched both fists tight.
‘No. This time will be different.’
He would tear fate apart with his own hands if he had to, and protect her.
He would drain everything in the Infinite Repository if necessary—and he would twist destiny itself.
Namgung Yeon made that vow, watching his mother dazedly accept the dagger and the elixir.
“Take this before you depart. I’ll explain how to use the dagger.”
“Where in the world did you get these things?”
“Trade secrets.”
…….
Obtained at the cost of countless lives and vast fortunes.
Unable to tell his mother such a thing, Namgung Yeon could only answer with a smile.
#2
“Ahhhhh—! That’s refreshing!”
“You’ve emerged from the cultivation chamber, Yi Hyeon.”
“Oh, you made it through just fine? The timing seems about right.”
The Training Ground had been quiet these past few days.
Yi Hyeon and Ho Ho had entered the cultivation chamber and emerged with refined techniques.
At night, the sound of Se Woon forging weapons echoed through the grounds, while the days filled only with the voices of his mother and other martial practitioners training.
Gwang Min, the instructor who had been observing all of this, summoned the Third Squad.
They needed to set out for the Soho area.
A bandit faction had appeared unexpectedly—Huksam Chae.
As they expanded their influence in the surrounding region, they began to harm the common people.
“Therefore, the Namgung Family will suppress them. This time, martial artists from the Dang Clan will assist the Third Squad.”
…….
The students of the Third Squad glanced sideways at the Dang Clan warriors.
All of them had their faces concealed with masks, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.
Righteous sects and demonic sects alike spoke of shunning the Dang Clan…….
‘I can understand perfectly well why.’
Especially Ho Ho, with no knowledge of such matters, could only nod in silence.
From appearances alone, one couldn’t tell whether they were demonic or righteous, assassins or ordinary martial artists.
Surrounded by such people, an uncanny pressure settled over him.
“Don’t worry. They will only intervene if a truly desperate situation arises.”
Truthfully, this was not a mission worthy of deploying such forces.
The previous task had been exceptional; normally, the squad handled such work without difficulty.
Yet Gwang Min found himself gripped by an odd unease.
‘This time too, something feels off. Surely…….’
That couldn’t be.
But if the same thing happened again as before, what would he do?
Gwang Min suppressed his anxiety and spoke again.
“Departure is in one hour. Everyone, finish your preparations and assemble.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Third Squad answered with vigor.
With time to spare, they could gather everything they needed.
The instructor left, and the Dang Clan warriors moved into their own preparation time.
Se Woon set down a bundle.
“Here, the protective gear you asked for.”
“Well made.”
“When did you make something like this?”
“While you were in the cultivation chamber.”
The protective equipment Se Woon had prepared.
Things that could be used in emergencies—when deflecting sword strikes or when a stance went awry.
Yi Hyeon, stung by wounded pride, spoke up.
“Shouldn’t a true martial artist become the greatest under heaven without such things?”
“This is so you don’t die before becoming the greatest under heaven.”
…….
At Se Woon’s matter-of-fact words, Yi Hyeon nodded, though with reluctance.
True. What good is becoming the strongest under heaven if you die beforehand?
You earn the right to show off only after your skills improve.
He quietly tried on the Arm Guard that Se Woon handed him.
“Oh. This is incredibly comfortable.”
“I should test it out.”
Namgung Yeon said so and suddenly swung his sword.
Yi Hyeon, naturally startled, instinctively raised the Arm Guard to block.
Clang!
The training blade bounced away with a sharp sound.
Yi Hyeon’s Arm Guard remained completely intact.
Startled, Yi Hyeon began to shout at the top of his lungs.
“Hey—! Are you insane!? I nearly lost my hand!”
“The Arm Guard is sturdy. Se Woon, you’ve crafted well.”
“Ha… that’s thanks to the quality of the materials.”
Namgung Yeon praised Se Woon calmly, while Yi Hyeon, still fuming, examined the state of the Arm Guard.
“These bastards ignore what I say… but damn, it really is good. Fine workmanship.”
“Of course. We put so much effort into making this so none of our Group Members would get hurt.”
Yi Hyeon tapped the flawless Arm Guard in wonder.
Real combat would likely unfold much the same way.
Enemy attacks always came like this anyway…
“This should be enough to block sudden strikes.”
“It’ll be especially effective against concealed weapons like Darts.”
“Good. With this, our preparations are more or less complete.”
Good equipment saves a warrior’s life.
And if, beyond that, we use the things stored in the Infinite Repository without reservation…
In this mission, absolutely no one will die.
That’s what Namgung Yeon intended to ensure.
“We depart!”
The second mission had begun.
#3
Soho.
A lake in Anhui, and once a place where the nation had cultivated its Naval Force.
Thus, the remnants of old naval barracks lay scattered across the area.
Huksam Chae had apparently seized one such location and gathered followers there.
Did they aspire to become a second Pirate Confederacy of the Yangtze?
Their power was growing by the day.
Its foundation lay in the Slums.
The intelligence had come from vagrant beggars passing before the Slums.
Eventually, as their harm extended beyond the Slums into the general populace, the Namgung Family stepped in.
Soho was certainly one of Hefei’s major tourist destinations, but lately fewer people ventured there.
It was the lake that bordered the far edge of the Slums.
‘In this Soho… the first calamity would bloom.’
Namgung Yeon gazed upon Soho’s landscape and recalled events that were both past and future.
Like the fires at the Battle of Red Cliffs, the lake and Slums would be consumed by flame.
Demons pouring from the Slums like filthy insects would kill Namgung’s people… those of Hefei.
That calamity would devour Namgung’s warrior corps, and even claim his beloved mother.
In a place he’d died countless times before.
Namgung would be forced to abandon its headquarters and flee to Sichuan.
‘Even Father could not stop it. That is what a calamity truly is.’
An age of peace.
A time when no one knew what secret lay dormant beneath Soho’s depths.
The calamity that sought to destroy the Martial Realm swelled ever larger with each passing moment.
‘In my past life, all experiments were complete. So…’
You will lose even this final chance.
Namgung Yeon’s gaze grew cold.
Above all, he could not afford to lose his mother again.
In this life… he would not lose anyone.
“There. I see them.”
At Gwang Min’s voice, he turned his head and spotted the vagrant beggars waiting for them.

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