Heavenly Martial God - H.M.G Chapter 5 (Part 1):

Namgoong Hyuk looked around the room with hazy eyes.

On the extravagant golden bed, speckles of bloodstains were visible.

“Ah……”

The memory of blood gushing like a fountain through his veins resurfaced.

He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since blood had spurted from his body like that.

Namgoong Hyuk took a deep breath.

“Haa.”

He tried to calm his mind, but it refused to settle.

“Damn it. Huh, huh-huh.”

How nice it would have been if this were all just a dream.

But the porcelain body was real, and the Nine Yin Flow Blockage was real too.

And……

“Only two weeks of life left… is that real too?”

How could he already be on the brink of death so soon after waking up?

“I’m not some mayfly. Hah.”

He couldn’t close his mouth out of sheer absurdity.

He could understand the porcelain body that would shatter at the slightest touch.

No, he could even accept the Nine Yin Flow Blockage after a hundred concessions.

But having only two weeks left to live was something he couldn’t accept even with a hundred concessions.

What on earth were those immortal bastards thinking when they trapped him in this body?

‘No, they probably weren’t thinking at all. Ascending to immortality or whatever, it’s clear they just sent me here to die.’

Namgoong Hyuk clenched his teeth…… but then held back, fearing he might vomit blood again.

He was angry and resentful, but that wouldn’t change his current situation.

He calmly regulated his breathing, which had risen in frustration.

He wanted to check his physical condition once more.

‘Please let it be a mistake. Even I can misjudge things. Please…’

……Yeah, right.

The nine meridians near his heart were blocked like an iron wall.

Only one meridian was open, and even that was too narrow, with the energy flowing through it so weak that it could close at any moment.

If it closed tomorrow, he wouldn’t even be surprised.

Namgoong Hyuk’s life was barely being sustained thanks to that single open meridian.

“Ah… it’s really true.”

After confirming the state of his body again, Namgoong Hyuk felt utterly defeated.

‘Overcome the Nine Yin Flow Blockage within half a month?’

Even if he was once called the greatest under heaven, the greatest of all time, this was impossible.

The Nine Yin Flow Blockage wasn’t some common cold or fever. How could he fix this in just two weeks?

“Looks like I’ll be meeting Yama instead of those immortal bastards.” (TL/N: Yama is the God of Death in several cultures.)

Even if he ascended to immortality and achieved eternal life right now, it wouldn’t be enough. This was madness.

“If I start building my internal energy now, would it be possible?”

No, it wasn’t possible.

Even his near-perfect internal energy technique couldn’t generate enough energy to overcome the Nine Yin Flow Blockage in just half a month.

……But should he still try?

Whether those immortal bastards accepted it or not, he had to survive first.

“Right, with my martial arts, it might be possible……”

Namgoong Hyuk’s face twisted as his words trailed off.

“…Not with this body.”

Why had he used the Clear Mind Profound Heart Technique and the Muscle-Bone Internal Refinement Technique?

Wasn’t it to soothe and nurture this trash-like, porcelain body?

But if he used his original martial arts, which reached the pinnacle of dominance, his body would explode before he could even accumulate internal energy.

No, it would definitely explode.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

No internal energy, and a body as fragile as porcelain.

He needed to gather internal energy before the blocked meridians killed him, but he was stuck in a hopeless situation where he could do neither.

“…….”

He tried to think of other methods, but there was no answer.

If this were his past body, he would have pierced through the Nine Yin Flow Blockage in an instant.

In this situation where he could do nothing, Namgoong Hyuk felt suffocated, beyond frustration.

“I need internal energy, internal energy……”

As Namgoong Hyuk muttered to himself, he tilted his head.

“Wait. How has this guy survived all this time?”

He was already at a loss, struggling to find a solution, yet this guy with such a hopeless body had managed to stay alive. It was nothing short of a miracle.

“Right, it must be because he’s from the Namgoong Family. They could probably keep even a half-dead corpse breathing, I guess.”

The fact that his life had been sustained until now……

Wait a minute.

The Namgoong Family?

Namgoong Hyuk’s pupils dilated.

“Ah, the Namgoong Family!”

What was the Namgoong Family?

One of the five great families, a symbol of the orthodox faction, standing shoulder to shoulder with the nine great sects, and a pillar of the Orthodox Heavenly Alliance.

Moreover, they were filthy rich.

Among the five great families known for their wealth, the Namgoong Family sat at the top.

It was said as a joke that they could fill a warehouse of ten thousand square meters with gold. That’s how immense their financial power was.

‘That Sword King guy used to brag about it every day. How rich he was. If that’s the case…’

Namgoong Hyuk’s complexion brightened slightly.

“Wouldn’t I be able to get one or two elixirs right away?”

Even though elixirs had become scarce after the Demonic War, the Namgoong Family should still be able to procure one or two, right?

With internal energy, he could use the Clear Mind Profound Heart Technique and the Muscle-Bone Internal Refinement Technique more efficiently, improving both his body and the Nine Yin Flow Blockage.

Gulp.

Namgoong Hyuk swallowed dryly.

This was a family that feeds him high-quality pills three times a day and had ginseng as a side dish.

Even if a rich family falls, it takes three generations to truly decline, and the Namgoong Family hadn’t fallen yet. They must still be thriving.

Namgoong Hyuk pictured the elixir storage somewhere within the Namgoong Family estate.

‘Let’s eat.’

This wasn’t the time to worry about what’s yours or mine.

He was on the verge of death, so why bother distinguishing between them?

‘I’ll just consider it payment for that Sword King bastard’s life.’

What are friends for?

Sharing even a single bean, that’s what friends do.

Hadn’t they even shared the Great Return Pill back then?

He recalled a memory from the past.

– What’s that?

– ……The Great Return Pill.

– Bring it here.

– ……T-this?

– Bring it. Let’s share it.

– I-I can’t do that.

– Want me to beat you and take it all, or just hand over half?

– Half.

– Smart.

Even now, it was a beautiful memory that made him smile for no reason.

‘I’ll use it well, my friend.’

He should have consulted Sword King about this, but Namgoong Hyuk wasn’t the type to care about such things.

Namgoong Hyuk looked around for Geum Cheom Sang.

“Hey! Hey, you!”

Bang!

The door opened, and Cheom Sang poked his head in.

“Young Master!”

Cheom Sang rushed over when he saw Namgoong Hyuk halfway off the bed.

““No, what are you doing? If you step wrong, your leg will break again. And what’s with all this blood?!”

“That’s not important. I need……”

“What do you mean it’s not important? Please lie down first!”

Cheom Sang quickly tidied up the surroundings and carefully tucked Namgoong Hyuk’s legs under the blanket.

Namgoong Hyuk naturally lay back as the blanket covered his upper body.

He gave up trying to sit up.

Every time Cheom Sang fussed, he adjusted the blanket, and each time, Namgoong Hyuk felt like he was chained down, unable to move.

‘Is this human strength?’

He couldn’t even shake off the hand tucking him in.

Namgoong Hyuk opened his mouth, reflecting on the newly updated state of his porcelain body.

“I need an elixir. Get me one.”

“Yes, it seems you’ve vomited blood again. You need medicine quickly. But let me clean up first, and after breakfast—”

“Not medicine, an elixir!”

“Huh? An elixir?”

“Yes, an elixir.”

Namgoong Hyuk poked his head out from under the blanket and looked at Cheom Sang.

He urged him with his eyes, nodding his chin to signal him to hurry.

Cheom Sang stared blankly for a moment, then shook his head.

“You took one four days ago. Let’s take it later.”

“……Four days?”

“Yes. You took a Thousand Gold Pill. They said it’s quite effective.”

“Thousand Gold Pill?”

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