In the martial world of Zhongyuan, five great clans reigned supreme — each one a pillar of power, legacy, and deadly skill.
The Tang Clan mastered in poison, and herbs turning even petals and perfumes into silent death.The Jegal Clan were known as the tacticians of Murim — brilliant advisors and scholars feared for their minds more than their swords. The head of the family worked as the advisor to the murim alliance leader,The Baek Clan were unmatched in swordsmanship, wielding blades that danced like falling snow.The Hyeon Clan commanded beasts, taming even spirit tigers and fire serpents to their will.But above them all stood the one name that made the heavens tremble —The Nagmung Clan.
This is the story of a boy born into the mightiest bloodline.A boy who dreamed of becoming the strongest in the world — and conquering it.
"Yichen! Come back here!"
"No, Mother! I'm going to beat Father and become the strongest!" the boy shouted defiantly, his voice full of childish determination.
A five-year-old boy with flowing black hair, a beauty mark beneath his eye, and piercing blue eyes so ethereal they looked like frozen stars, ran barefoot through the grand stone corridor. His laughter echoed through the Nagmung estate.
In a flash, a gust of wind stirred the air.
His mother appeared behind him, using the Ten Thousand Wind Steps to catch him instantly.
"Nagmung Yichen," she growled, eyes narrowing. "If you run off one more time, I'll beat you into a pulp!"
"Hmph!" Yichen pouted and vanished in a blur.
He had used Illusion Steps, one of the clan's prized movement techniques.
"Haha! Mama, you won't catch me now!"
But as he ran around a corner, he crashed directly into a tall figure — solid and unmoving.
"Ugh—!"
Yichen looked up and froze. Standing before him was a man with obsidian-black hair and dark, commanding eyes. His presence was majestic, like a mountain that even the heavens couldn't shake.
"Father!"
It was Nagmung Ri yeon, the current head of the clan — the man hailed as the strongest martial artist in all Zhongyuan and the martial alliance leader of Zhongyuan.
"I escaped Mommy with my martial arts! I'm strong because people say Mommy is as strong as you!"
Riyeon gave him a rare smile, lifting his son effortlessly into his arms.
"For sure…" he said with a quiet chuckle — and then flicked Yichen's forehead with two fingers. "But first, you need to practice. You're still too soft."
"Aww!" Yichen rubbed his forehead but grinned brightly.
Just then, a graceful woman approached them, her aura calm but sharp like a hidden blade.
"Riyeon, your son is getting on my nerves again," she said, exasperated.
This was Nagmung Hwayeon, the matriarch of the clan — Yichen's mother. She had long light brown hair tied in a ribboned bun and deep blue eyes like glacial lakes.
She was not only beautiful —— but also a martial prodigy of the Baek Clan, one of the Five Great Clans. In her time, she was known as the "Snowsword Phoenix", a genius of swordsmanship admired across all of Murim.
"Haha," Riyeon laughed. "Let him run a little. He's still a child."
"Well," Hwayeon said, smoothing her robe, "the head of the Jegal Clan and his daughter will be arriving soon. Please prepare accordingly."
"Oh?" Riyeon raised a brow. "It's been a long time since we last saw them. I'll make sure everything is ready."
Yichen blinked. "Jegal…? Who's that?"
"You'll meet them soon," Hwayeon smiled. "She's about your age. Be nice to her who knows you can make good friends...Haha."