Rebirth of the Thunder God

The person who blocked Chohwa's way was none other than Baek Seolhwa.

"Chohwa. Do you have a moment?"

"Oh? Young Palace Mistress! Of course, I do. What is it?"

"Namgung Hui. Can you call that guy for me? I can't go myself."

"Um……. That's. The Young Master said he wouldn't meet anyone."

"Anyone? He didn't just say he didn't want to meet me? I wasn't going to go because of the Palace Mistress, but I have no choice. I'll have to go myself."

Chohwa, since Namgung Hui had insisted, blocked Baek Seolhwa's way.

"You can't. The Young Master really said he wouldn't meet anyone."

"Are you really going to be like this? Alright. I can't help it if that guy doesn't want to meet me. Tell him not to regret it later."

"That's not it……."

But Chohwa's words didn't reach her.

Baek Seolhwa had already turned around and was far away.

"I don't know either. The Young Master will take care of it."

* * *

Tremble.

Namgung Hui trembled from a chill he didn't know the reason for.

"Fourth Young Master. What's wrong? Did you suddenly get a chill?"

"No. I think my body is a little unwell because I've been overworking myself lately."

"Hoho. Would you like to try some of our Tang Clan's poison? It's surprisingly hot, and it's good for building up a tolerance to poison."

"I don't need that, so please put it away. By the way, you said you were eagerly looking for me."

The craftsmen of the Tang Clan exchanged glances and then nodded.

Their expressions were so serious that the atmosphere became quite solemn.

"Ahem! Is what's written in this letter really true?"

They, as if it was difficult to even say it out loud, shook the letter and held it out to Namgung Hui.

There, Namgung Hui had clearly written.

"Yes. I have the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron. Would you like to take a look?"

-Gulp.

The craftsmen of the Tang Clan swallowed hard at the same time, as if in a chorus.

Sweat was already pouring from their hands.

The Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron, which they thought was an honor just to see.

The lifelong wish of a craftsman had come right before their eyes.

Namgung Hui wanted to tease them a little more, but the timing was not good.

Since time was short, he immediately took out the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron from under the bed.

"Now. This is the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron I obtained. Well, since you're from the Tang Clan, I trust you'll keep it a secret."

"O-of course! We're nothing without our credit. Just trust us."

He seemed a little unreliable because he was exaggerating so much.

But even in Namgung Hui's thoughts, the people of the Tang Clan were tight-lipped.

In the first place, since they were as good as accomplices from now on, they would thoroughly keep their mouths shut.

If they didn't want to lose this Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron.

The craftsmen of the Tang Clan examined the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron with trembling hands.

Anyone who saw it would think they were touching a sacred object.

For craftsmen, it would be a treasure more precious than a sacred object.

At first, they carefully touched the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron, but later, they boldly struck it with a hammer.

Someone even bit it with their teeth and even licked it with their tongue.

"It's certain, leader."

"I see. I think it's certain too. To think I'd see the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron in my lifetime. I'll have no regrets even if I die."

Namgung Hui gently spoke to the craftsmen who were lost in thought.

"Then, as I wrote in the letter, can you make me a sword? Of course, the craftsmen can use the remaining parts."

"For us, as I said just now, we think it's an honor. To be able to handle the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron. But we need to know where you got this."

Namgung Hui looked at the craftsman of the Tang Clan with a surprised gaze.

Based on the memories of his past life, the Sichuan Tang Clan was of a character that would not shy away from anything for their purpose.

Of course, not all the members of the Tang Clan would be like that, but in the Thunder God's mind, a prejudice was clearly engraved.

"What will you do if this is stolen goods?"

"As expected, it was stolen goods. Then we'll wash our hands of it."

It was unexpected.

He had thought that the craftsmen of the Tang Clan, of all people, would just bite.

‘I was wrong. I shouldn't have approached them like this.’

Could he bribe the craftsmen with money?

Not at all. The craftsmen of the Tang Clan were famous for their stubbornness.

It was because of that stubbornness that they were able to produce masterpieces.

And even the money in Namgung Hui's possession was the gold ingot of the Myriad Gold Merchant Guild.

In other words, this was also stolen goods.

‘Of course, I can't return this to the Myriad Gold Merchant Guild.’

If it had been the Martial God of his past life, he would have definitely returned it, but Namgung Hui had absolutely no intention of doing so.

But since Namgung Hui was not an evil person either, he was planning to compensate the Myriad Gold Merchant Guild separately.

Why they were transporting the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron and the gold ingots.

Because he had found out by casually asking the Hao Faction Leader.

‘Myriad Gold Merchant Guild? Ah. I did a little investigation because of your gold ingot. Well, they say the granddaughter of the Myriad Gold Merchant Guild's head has an incurable disease. The Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron was probably going to be used as a means of negotiation with the Tang Clan. And the gold ingots are money to buy spiritual medicine.’

With ten gold ingots, he might not be able to get the highest-grade spiritual medicine, but he should be able to get a spiritual medicine comparable to it.

With the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron, he should be able to get everything the Tang Clan wanted.

‘The fact that they want something from the Tang Clan, not the Divine Physician Sect, means it's most likely because of poison.’

To get poison and spiritual medicine at once?

Other people might tilt their heads, but Namgung Hui was well aware of this treatment method.

Because it was the treatment method for the Severed Meridian Disease.

‘To break through the blocked meridians with poison and protect the body with spiritual medicine. It was a treatment method that the former Divine Physician Sect leader also enjoyed using.’

There was a time when the Severed Meridian Disease was treated as an incurable disease.

But because of the treatment method mentioned above, it was no longer an incurable disease.

However, since it was almost impossible to obtain such a potent poison and the highest-grade spiritual medicine, it was also true that it was an incurable disease.

On top of that, it was not an easy method.

First, you had to have an absolute transcendent master who could handle a huge amount of internal energy.

And you also had to know the medical skills to exquisitely balance the energy of the spiritual medicine and the poison ki.

A method that was really difficult to treat unless it was the Sichuan Tang Clan.

That's why they were trying to cure the Severed Meridian Disease by even offering a rare item like the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron.

The love of the Myriad Gold Merchant Guild's head for his granddaughter seemed to be greater than he had thought.

‘But I can also treat it. Because I have the Pure Thunder Essence.’

Of course, if he injected enough Thunder Ki to break through the severed meridians, it would also place a huge burden on the opponent.

To prevent that, he needed the highest-grade spiritual medicine.

In fact, he didn't need the highest-grade spiritual medicine.

He just needed a spiritual medicine that would protect the blood vessels.

Since the Divine Physician Sect leader had the talent to make it at the right time, it wouldn't be difficult if he asked him.

It would be fine to hand over a couple of bottles of Thunder River Liquor as a small price.

Namgung Hui, having finished his thoughts, nodded and opened his mouth.

"Then, can I get the ownership from the original owner?"

"Will that be as easy as it sounds? It's the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron, after all."

"I'll bet the name of the Namgung family on it. I'll definitely get it. Then let's talk about this again then."

Namgung Hui also thought it was a good thing.

It might be something he had to solve anyway.

It was also true that he had been uneasy because of the gold ingots and the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron.

No matter how much it was stolen goods, it was an item that had a proper owner.

For some reason, it felt as if the Martial God was smiling down from the sky.

But, despite Namgung Hui's confident declaration, the expressions of the Tang Clan's craftsmen were not good.

Was it because they didn't trust Namgung Hui?

But looking at them whispering among themselves, it didn't seem to be the case.

"No, leader. What did I say? I told you to take it without pretending to be noble."

"But it's not something we can just start without any bargaining."

"So now we're going to lose the crumbs too. It's not too late, let's persuade him."

Namgung Hui let out a chuckle.

So. The talk about stolen goods and what not was to get more of their own benefits.

Well, whether the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron was stolen goods or not, it probably wasn't that important to them.

Even if it was stolen goods, since they had the fence of the Sichuan Tang Clan, no sparks would fly to them.

"Ahem! No, Young Master Namgung Hui. Let's do this. We'll also keep it a secret, so just……."

"No. We're an orthodox path, so we can't do that. We should return it to the original owner on this occasion."

Namgung Hui said something he didn't mean.

Of course, it was to make the people of the Sichuan Tang Clan anxious.

Since they had brought this upon themselves, Namgung Hui was upright.

"No! We're going to ruin everything because of the leader. Young Master Namgung Hui. Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's stolen goods or not. In fact, what if it is stolen goods? Isn't it the problem of the one who didn't guard it properly in the first place? They say that every rare item has an owner. The Young Master also has that status, so the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron rolled into your hands. I truly believe so."

Looking at his expression, it seemed he really thought so.

And it seemed that they themselves were also included in that category of 'owner.'

Well, who would handle the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron other than a craftsman of the Tang Clan?

There was also the Ouyang Ironworks run by the Ouyang family, but would Namgung Hui be crazy enough to entrust it to them?

"No. Now that I think about it, our Namgung family might not be able to handle it. Haven't there been recent incidents and accidents? I'll just ask for permission from the original owner later……."

"Young Master. I'm sorry to interrupt, but let's talk frankly. What do you want?"

"What do you mean……?"

The craftsman of the Tang Clan bit his lip and began to take something out of his pocket.

"First, since we're just craftsmen, we can't give you much. But there will be many things that are more useful than you think."

Namgung Hui wanted to grin at the things being laid out on the floor, but he held it back.

"What is this thing?"

When Namgung Hui pointed at a small gourd bottle, the craftsman of the Tang Clan answered with a confident tone.

"Have you heard of the Thousand Li Tracking Scent?"

"I've heard of it and know it well. You've brought out something quite rare."

Although Namgung Hui said it in a casual tone, the Thousand Li Tracking Scent was indeed an expensive item.

Since you could track for a thousand li with just one drop, it could only be considered amazing.

"The one next to it is a special wound medicine, and this is a protective armor. I'll give you everything, so how about we stop the bargaining here?"

The Thousand Li Tracking Scent, the special wound medicine, and the protective armor.

Each and every one was a treasure.

Namgung Hui felt his lips about to curl up, but he held it back and said calmly.

"Yes. The Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron is not an ordinary rare item, but since I'm short on time, let's finish it quickly. Then I'll give you the whole storage box. If you just make me one sword, the craftsmen can do whatever they want with the rest."

"Ahem. Is that really okay?"

"Well, if you have time, a dagger would be nice too."

"Alright! One sword and one dagger. I've received the order. But what about the length and shape of the sword? We can't just make it as we please."

"I've actually drawn a blueprint, would you like to take a look?"

Namgung Hui had imagined the most ideal sword he could think of.

The shape of a sword that could best digest the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art.

The blade was graceful, and the hilt was sturdy.

And the body of the sword had to be able to withstand the Thunder Ki sufficiently.

He drew the blueprint, imagining such a balanced shape.

It was now being handed over from Namgung Hui's hand to the craftsman of the Tang Clan.

"You've even named it. The Thunder God Sword. Hoho. It's a very arrogant name. That's why I like it. A sword made of Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron should have a name with a different weight. I'll even engrave it stylishly."

The Thunder God Sword.

Anyone who saw it would think it was arrogant, but Namgung Hui didn't think so at all.

Because it was a name made after the nickname of the former Namgung Hui.

The craftsmen, thinking that their business was over, dusted off their buttocks and stood up from their seats.

"Ahem. Originally, the faster you start the work, the faster you receive the goods. We'll be on our way……."

"But my business is still left."

"No. Young Master. We've also given you everything we can. If you try to take more, we won't stand for it."

"That's not it. I meant that I have something to give you. Well, if you refuse, then I can't help it."

This time, the one called the leader said.

"Can I see what it is?"

"It's not difficult. Here it is."

When Namgung Hui had fully taken out something, all the members of the Tang Clan had no choice but to sit back down.

And with a scream.

"W-what is this! The Ten Thousand Flower Rain?"

(End of Chapter)