The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 83

Jeon Wi-gun approached the young man standing behind him and spoke in a low voice.

“I’m going inside to meet someone. If, by any chance, I haven’t come back after one full sijin, I want you to return and figure out a way to bring those men back to their senses.”

“What? No—what if you’re in danger?”

“He left them all alive. Doesn’t seem like the kind of person who kills without reason. I doubt he’ll kill me, either. So do as I say. You’re the only rope we have left.”

“...Understood.”

“Thank you. I trust you, son.”

“Yes, Father. Please be careful.”

“I will.”

Leaving everything in Jeon Yeok-ho’s hands, Jeon Wi-gun followed the unit leaders through the gates of Heavenly Armor Gate.

“Vice Lord... Are you really letting him go in alone like that?”

“My father will be fine. I believe in him.”

But contrary to his words, blood was trickling down between his clenched fingers. He had gripped his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Father... Please come back safe.

****

Inside the gates, following the unit leaders, they entered a garden.

There, inside a small pavilion nestled in the courtyard, sat a young man who didn’t look older than his early twenties, quietly sipping tea.

The unit leaders approached him and bowed with utmost respect.

“We have brought him.”

The young man lifted his head and looked at Jeon Wi-gun, a slight smile on his face.

“Ah, you’ve finally arrived. Took longer than I expected, didn’t it?”

“...Who are you?”

At Jeon Wi-gun’s blunt question, the unit leaders jumped in shock.

“Gate Master! That’s not someone you should speak down to!”

“What?”

“He is of noble blood! Please show the proper respect!”

“You little—!”

Frustration surged up in Jeon Wi-gun.

He wanted to slaughter these damn brats on the spot.

But he had to hold back.

He couldn’t afford to cripple Gentlemen’s Gate’s forces with his own hands.

Fine.

They weren’t at fault.

They were clearly not in their right minds.

“...Understood.”

Jeon Wi-gun took a breath and nodded.

“I was rude in our first meeting. I offer my apologies.”

“It’s fine. I look so young, anyone would make the same mistake.”

“If I may ask—who are you?”

“Hmm...”

The young man hesitated.

“...Haah. My name keeps getting thrown around everywhere these days.”

Just how famous was this name for him to hesitate like that?

“For now... let’s just say I’m Yeon Woo Jin.”

“So... You’re Young Master Yeon.”

Jeon Wi-gun’s expression remained unchanged.

“You likely know who I am, but let me introduce myself formally. I am Jeon Wi-gun, Gate Master of Gentlemen’s Gate.”

“Yes, I’ve heard much about you.”

“Then I’ll get straight to the point. What did you do to those men?”

“...Do to them?”

“I’m asking what you did to make them end up in such a state.”

“I simply asked them a question—if they wanted to become martial artists of Heavenly Armor Gate.”

“...You simply asked? And they said yes?”

“They hesitated a bit. But not for long.”

“So they did hesitate. How admirable.”

Jeon Wi-gun ground his teeth and glared at the unit leaders.

“There must’ve been something that helped them make up their minds. What was it?”

“I just showed them a bit of what I could do.”

“Your power, you mean?”

“Yes. I’m... rather special.”

“Special, huh. Something like... soul-manipulation arts?”

“Well, I am pretty skilled in that area. But no, I’m talking about real power. None of that cheap trickery.”

“Hah. Then may I witness this ‘real power’ myself?”

“Of course. Take a look.”

“...Take a look at what?”

“Around you.”

At Yeon Woo Jin’s words, Jeon Wi-gun turned his head with a scowl.

And froze.

A blue, sword-shaped energy was pointed right at him.

And not just one.

Dozens of blade-like forms were floating in the air, all aimed at him.

Hummmm—

Jeon Wi-gun instantly realized what it was.

“...Sword Qi?”

Why the hell was Sword Qi floating midair, shaped like swords?

That was his first thought.

“...Heartblade?”

“No, no. This type is usually called ‘Formless Sword-Controlled Qi.’”

“...Formless Sword-Controlled Qi...”

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But more than that—how casually he described it...

“...You mean to say you created this?”

“Yep.”

The swords inched closer to Jeon Wi-gun.

Terrified, he racked his brain to recall the name Yeon Woo Jin.

Someone with power like this—he must’ve heard of him at least once.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember ever hearing that name.

To wield such power at that age... comparable to the Martial God Sect Master himself...

Whose son was this?

And that family name—Yeon. Same as the Sect Master’s...

Gasp!

You fool!

Why hadn’t he realized it sooner?

Everything made sense now.

Why the unit leaders were so terrified.

Why the other martial artists were constantly reading his mood.

It all clicked.

His bloodline.

That alone was reason enough.

But... was it really true?

“You seem like you’ve figured it out. But don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s a secret.”

Don’t tell anyone?

Judging from what he’d seen, everyone here already knew.

Come to think of it, Yeon Woo Jin had hesitated before giving his name earlier.

He hadn’t just told him.

Then why keep it secret?

Because it wasn’t true?

No. That couldn’t be it.

A man who could summon Formless Sword-Controlled Qi wouldn’t lie about something like that.

No... if his martial ability rivaled the Sect Master’s, shouldn’t he have just inherited the position of Young Sect Master already?

Martial God Sect was in chaos right now, trying to choose a successor.

And here was this monstrous heir...

“...I’m avoiding it. I don’t want to become the next Martial God Sect Master.”

“...What?”

“It’s annoying. Watching Grandpa fight with paperwork all day—ugh.”

Ah.

So that man really was his grandfather.

So it was true.

The Sect Master of Martial God Sect was this young man’s grandfather.

“Anyway! Didn’t you say you came here to exterminate this sect?”

Yeon Woo Jin suddenly raised his voice, sounding upset.

Jeon Wi-gun flinched.

The Sword Qi surrounding him had vanished at some point.

“Th-that was just... I lost my temper after what happened to my son...”

“It’s normal for martial artists to get hurt in battle.”

“...My son lost a hand. What parent could stay calm after that?”

“Oh? That was me. Guess you should take revenge on me, then.”

...Huh?

How had the conversation turned into this again?

“So, next you’ll be exterminating the Yeon Clan? I’m scared.”

He didn’t look scared at all.

Suddenly, Jeon Wi-gun snapped out of it.

“N-no! Of course not!”

He was saying insane things like they were nothing.

Panicked, he looked around to make sure no one else had heard him.

And met the gaze of three men glaring at him like they were about to tear him apart.

When had they even gotten there?

“Mister, that guy just said he wanted revenge on me.”

At Yeon Woo Jin’s comment, the man behind him responded coldly, killing intent in his voice.

“Then before you even get to the Young Master, you’ll have to go through me—Execution Blade First.”

“There’s also me, Hell’s Dark Flame.”

“And me. I’m the Black Death God. I could wipe out Gentlemen’s Gate without anyone noticing.”

Execution Blade First. Hell’s Dark Flame. Black Death God.

Jeon Wi-gun knew all those titles.

Shit. They're the Martial God Sect Master's personal elite force!

And on top of that—

The Black Death God?

Wait, since when was the Black Death God affiliated with Martial God Sect?

“Young Master, please leave that one to us.”

“We’ll break him in properly and bring him back, all neat and docile.”

As Cheon Hoseong and Ma Ryang spoke, their eyes blazed with intensity. Jeon Wi-gun shook his head desperately.

His pleading gaze begged—anyone but them. Please don’t hand me over to them.

But it seemed that desperate prayer had gone unheard.

“Will you really?”

“Hahaha! Just leave him to us! We’ll turn him into the picture of obedience!”

In an instant, the three men snatched Jeon Wi-gun and vanished with him.

Fwip—

Silence fell over the garden, broken only by the soft sound of Yeon Woo Jin sipping his tea.

****

A short while later, Jeon Wi-gun returned.

And just as they’d promised, he had been transformed into a model of obedience.

“I pledge myself to serve under the Young Master! Give me any order, and I shall carry it out with all my loyalty!”

“Really?”

“Yes, absolutely!”

“This is a sword.”

Yeon Woo Jin suddenly picked up a dao, but called it a sword.

Jeon Wi-gun didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes, of course! That is a sword!”

With a satisfied smile, Yeon Woo Jin put the blade down.

“I look forward to working with you.”

“I’ll serve you with every ounce of loyalty!”

As Jeon Wi-gun bowed until his forehead touched the ground, Yeon Woo Jin turned toward the three unit leaders standing at attention.

“The Yellow Dragon and White Dragon Units will return to Gentlemen’s Gate.”

“Understood!”

“The Black Dragon Unit will remain with Heavenly Armor Gate. That okay with you?”

Jeon Wi-gun answered quickly.

“Of course! Do as you wish, Young Master!”

“From now on, we’re one family with Heavenly Armor Gate. Give them your full support.”

“Yes, sir!”

“And don’t underestimate the Sect Master of Heavenly Armor Gate just because he’s young. He’s going to be one of my closest confidants.”

“Yes, sir!”

Closest confidant?

Forget underestimating—Gentlemen’s Gate should be trying to earn his favor.

“And for the record, I hate dirty tricks the most.”

“We’ll become a righteous and honorable sect!”

“Good. Then I’ll trust you.”

“I’ll earn that trust! Thank you!”

And just like that, another sect came under Yeon Woo Jin’s command.

He hadn’t asked for it, but fate seemed determined to push Martial God Sect into his hands, piece by piece.

****

At Baekyeong Martial Academy, Bang Un had officially transferred over.

Normally, transferring to a different academy meant enduring intense hazing and hostility.

But Bang Un didn’t face any of that.

He already knew everyone here.

In fact, he felt more comfortable here than he ever had at Red Shadow.

More than anything, this was where his liege, Yeon Woo Jin, resided.

The man who had saved not only him—but his entire sect.

There was only one thing Bang Un could offer in return:

Absolute, unconditional loyalty.

He’d vowed it over and over again.

That he would become the most loyal subject under Heaven (天下第一忠信).

That wherever Yeon Woo Jin went, he would always be at his side.

To do that, he needed one thing.

Strength.

He had to become stronger.

So Bang Un threw himself into training—more than ever before. So much so that it made life hard for everyone around him.

With him training like a madman right beside them, no one could complain about being tired.

Even when Yeon Woo Jin wasn’t around, they no longer dared to slack off.

The more obsessively Bang Un trained, the more others were inspired—or pressured—to keep up.

Jang Un, Seon Woo Baek, Gong Ya-cheon, and Heo Wook—future team leaders—were all watching closely.

Especially Jang Un, Seon Woo Baek, and Gong Ya-cheon. Their eyes burned with quiet intensity.

Thanks to that, the strength of those four was growing rapidly by the day.

While they poured their souls into training—

Someone was watching.

Gwak Pyeong and Ho Je.

They had started noticing something odd: a group of underclassmen disappearing every day in the same direction.

So they quietly tailed them.

And discovered something strange.

The kids weren’t sneaking into some hidden valley or secret cave.

They were going into Baekyaksa, an old, long-forgotten temple.

Why would they go in there?

The two found a good hiding spot nearby and kept watch.

And before long, they saw Jang Un and Seon Woo Baek appear.

That’s when Gwak Pyeong realized—

They’re leading this. They’ve been gathering everyone here to train every single day.

He felt... impressed.

He’d thought the new students were unusually strong this year.

Now he knew why.

He smiled, feeling genuinely pleased.

And then—

Bang Un arrived.

He never imagined that Bang Un would be part of the same group, training alongside them.

Having confirmed what the kids were doing, the two were about to head back—

But just then, the students all stood in perfect rows, their eyes turned toward the raised platform at the center.

Standing there was none other than Seon Woo Baek, the top underclassman.

So he’s going to give a speech or something?

Let’s just hear this part and then head out, Gwak Pyeong thought, focusing his ears.

But then Seon Woo Baek stepped aside.

And someone else took the platform.

What happened next... was shock after shock.

“Everyone knows what we’re doing today, right? Like I told you—we’ll split into teams. It’s a competition. I trust you’re all ready?”

“At your command!”

At that cry, Gwak Pyeong rubbed his ears in disbelief.

“At your command”?

That was a phrase used when submitting to a master’s authority.

Why the hell were they shouting that?

He looked again—and sure enough, even Seon Woo Baek was bowing his head before the speaker.