The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 65

Jang Gong was completely confused by the situation unfolding before him.

Why had the Guardian Corps Leader come looking for him?

Had the Heavenly Martial Division Leader said something about him?

Countless thoughts raced through his mind.

“Get up,” the Guardian Corps Leader, Gu Yanghyeon, said.

Jang Gong shot up to his feet at the command.

“Hm.”

Gu Yanghyeon began circling around Jang Gong, inspecting him closely.

He soon started touching various parts of his body, letting out sounds of admiration.

“Oh? Look at this. Not bad at all.”

Gu Yanghyeon’s eyes gleamed as if he had discovered a hidden treasure, his hands constantly testing Jang Gong’s frame.

“What martial art have you trained in?” he asked.

“Lightning Flash Divine Art!” Jang Gong replied crisply.

“The Lightning Flash Divine Art of the Lightning Child?” Gu Yanghyeon confirmed.

“Yes, sir!”

The martial art wasn't bad either.

And yet, someone of this caliber was only a squad leader?

He had only recently even earned that position.

Taking a few steps back, Gu Yanghyeon faced Jang Gong and said,

“Come at me.”

“Sir?” Jang Gong blinked, wondering if he had heard wrong.

“I don't like repeating myself. Come at me.”

“Understood!”

“Give it everything you've got.”

“Yes, sir!”

Jang Gong steadied his stance, drawing up his internal energy and spreading it throughout his body.

As his energy surged, it burst outward, releasing visible waves of pressure.

Whoooom—.

Gu Yanghyeon's eyes sparkled as he felt the force radiating from Jang Gong.

Haegyeong-level? Looks like he's just stepped into One-Star. Incredible — to think a gem like this was buried in a place like this.

He was much better than expected.

At this level, Jang Gong wasn't just a training dummy — he could be appointed to a proper division leader position right now.

A broad grin spread across Gu Yanghyeon’s face.

I've found him. My Eighth Escort Division Leader.

At that moment, Jang Gong’s figure blurred, leaving behind clear afterimages as he darted forward.

It was the signature effect of using the Lightning Flash Divine Art.

Judging by how vivid those afterimages are, he must have mastered at least eight stars of the Lightning Flash Divine Art. Excellent. Excellent!

Regardless of what Gu Yanghyeon was thinking, Jang Gong focused solely on his attacks.

He, too, had ambitions — not for himself, but for his son’s future.

The opportunity had finally come.

Jang Gong unleashed his full strength, attacking Gu Yanghyeon with everything he had.

PAPAPANG—!

Gu Yanghyeon defended against Jang Gong’s relentless strikes, the smile on his face deepening.

He’s got real power too.

Just as Gu Yanghyeon was about to bring the match to a close by blocking Jang Gong’s final strike—

His hand passed straight through an afterimage.

“What?”

His gaze instinctively dropped—and there it was.

Jang Gong’s real attack, rushing at him with frightening force.

“Kukuku!”

Laughter burst from Gu Yanghyeon’s mouth.

THWACK—!

“Kehuk!”

Jang Gong was flung backward by Gu Yanghyeon's counterattack.

Groaning, he barely managed to get back on his feet when Gu Yanghyeon spoke.

“Kukuku. You're even better than I expected.”

“Th-Thank you, sir!”

While Gu Yanghyeon looked at Jang Gong with deep satisfaction, another figure appeared.

Gu Yanghyeon’s expression twisted as he recognized him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked sharply.

“I could ask you the same,” the newcomer replied.

It was Cheon Ho-seong.

“I heard there’s a talented kid among your men. Thought I'd come take a look.”

“Now? After I’ve already spent all this time raising him? Keep dreaming.”

“What?”

“You didn’t even know he existed. And now you think you can just swoop in and take him?”

Jang Gong stood there, baffled.

Why were these two suddenly arguing?

Cheon Ho-seong, who had visited every day to lecture him about working harder if he wanted a seat in the Guardian Corps, was now acting completely different.

Gu Yanghyeon’s guard went up.

They had been friends since childhood—rivals, really.

Of course, Gu Yanghyeon had never beaten Cheon Ho-seong, not even once.

And now his old rival had set his sights on Jang Gong, the gem he had just found.

“He belongs to the Guardian Corps.”

“Assignments can change. The Heavenly Martial Division is where everyone in the Martial God Sect dreams of belonging.”

“No way! I’ve never let anyone steal my men before, and I’m not about to start now!”

“Is that so? Then let’s leave it to him.”

“What?”

“Let him choose. Will it be me, the one who taught him all this time? Or you, who didn’t even know he existed until today?”

Jang Gong’s pupils trembled violently.

Pick him, came Cheon Ho-seong’s voice in his mind.

Jang Gong stared at him blankly, confused.

What are you doing? Hurry up and pick him! Cheon Ho-seong barked.

Clenching his eyes shut, Jang Gong chose Gu Yanghyeon.

Gu Yanghyeon's grin stretched ear to ear as he burst out laughing.

“KUHAHAHAHAHA!”

For that moment, it felt like he owned the entire world.

Good. Now he'll treat you like his own right hand. He's a simple man, Cheon Ho-seong’s voice echoed.

Only then did Jang Gong realize why Cheon Ho-seong had orchestrated all this.

Thank you, Jang Gong thought.

Then prove it — work hard and rise all the way to Guardian Corps Leader, Cheon Ho-seong ordered.

Yes, sir!

Meanwhile, Gu Yanghyeon couldn't have been more pleased.

For the first time, he had beaten Cheon Ho-seong.

He was so thrilled, it felt like he could fly.

“You ungrateful bastard. Don't ever show your face to me again,” Cheon Ho-seong growled.

Gu Yanghyeon blocked his path and said,

“Watch your mouth around my boy. If you're done here, get lost.”

“Hmph.”

With a snort, Cheon Ho-seong vanished.

Gu Yanghyeon turned to Jang Gong.

“Don’t worry. He doesn’t hold grudges.”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

“Kukuku. So tell me — why did you choose me?”

“What do you mean? I'm part of the Guardian Corps. Of course I should choose you.”

“Kuhaha! That’s right! That’s right! You’re my boy!”

Gu Yanghyeon clapped Jang Gong on the back repeatedly, overjoyed.

After a long bout of celebrating, he caught his breath and said,

“From today, you’re no longer a squad leader.”

“Sir?”

“You’re not just part of the Public Security Patrol anymore. You’re the Eighth Escort Division Leader.”

“I-I’m a division leader now?”

“That’s right, kukuku. And that’s just the beginning. If it were up to me, I’d make you Escort Corps Leader right now — but sadly, you don’t have the merits yet. Work hard. Build up your achievements. When you do, I'll put you at the top.”

“Thank you! I’ll give it everything I’ve got!”

“KUHAHAHA! Good! Very good! We'll meet again soon!”

Gu Yanghyeon gave Jang Gong a hearty slap on the shoulder before departing, his face brimming with satisfaction.

Left alone, Jang Gong felt like he was in a dream.

But as he came back to his senses, he clenched his fists and made a firm vow.

“This is a chance the heavens have given me! I will seize it no matter what — for my son’s future!”

****

Meanwhile...

“It’s been handled, just as you ordered,” Cheon Ho-seong reported.

Yeon Woo Jin smiled.

“He’s properly earned the Guardian Corps Leader’s favor?”

“Without a doubt. If it were up to him, he'd appoint him Corps Leader today.”

“Well done. Now the Jang family won’t have to worry about tiptoeing around the Golden Sword Manor anymore.”

“Of course. If anyone dares disrespect them now, Gu Yanghyeon himself will cause a scene.”

Yeon Woo Jin nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

The biggest obstacle — the family issue — had been removed.

He turned to review the intel Marang had gathered.

I wonder if there are any more hidden obstacles, Yeon Woo Jin thought to himself.

As he pondered, his eyes caught on a particular report.

“There’s a rumor that the Deputy Leader of the Inner Cabinet Hall’s son is infatuated with the daughter of the Golden Sword Manor Lord... What's this about?”

“There was something like that?” Cheon Ho-seong asked, surprised.

“It’s written right here,” Yeon Woo Jin said, pointing to a single line in the report.

It seemed Marang had missed it while rushing to compile the information.

“A hidden complication, huh. The Deputy Leader’s son, who holds the delivery rights to the Upper Trading Company, and Jang Un, whose father is only a division leader... Who will the Golden Sword Manor Lord choose?”

“He can’t simply ignore the influence of the Guardian Corps Leader,” Cheon Ho-seong replied.

“But will he, really? If it were me... I'd probably choose the Deputy Leader. The Inner Cabinet Hall’s influence in the trading world can’t even be compared to the Guardian Corps.”

No one said anything.

Because Yeon Woo Jin wasn’t wrong.

“There’s a much bigger obstacle than we thought,” Yeon Woo Jin said, stroking his chin.

“Hm, we’ll need something of equal weight if we want a fighting chance.”

“Is there even such a thing?” Marang asked doubtfully.

“I apologize. I wasn’t able to verify everything properly,” he said, bowing his head.

Yeon Woo Jin shook his head.

“No need to apologize. You gathered all this quality intel in such a short time — you’ve done more than enough.”

“Thank you,” Marang said gratefully, his heart warming at Yeon Woo Jin's words.

“Then... how about this?”

“You have a plan?”

“We spread a rumor — that Seong Yeon-hwa is already promised to someone. Maybe then the Deputy Leader’s son will back off.”

“If that kind of rumor spreads, the Golden Sword Manor Lord will step in to squash it. The delivery contract with the Martial God Sect is too important. Whether the Golden Sword Manor rises in the rankings or not hinges on this. I’m sure the Lord sees this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“Then what would match it in value?”

“Sigh. Looks like I'll have to step into the spotlight again.”

“Sir?”

“If I personally announce that Jang Un is my closest aide... Would that still not be enough?”

“There’s no way that wouldn’t be enough!” Marang exclaimed.

“Exactly! Being the direct aide of Young Master Yeon is far beyond anything the Inner Cabinet Hall could offer!”

“If the Lord truly understands the political landscape, he’ll have no choice but to choose you.”

At their words, Yeon Woo Jin chuckled softly.

“For now, let’s find out where Jang Un’s heart truly lies. If he’s serious about wanting to be with Seong Yeon-hwa... then I’ll step in myself.”

“Is there anything we should prepare?”

“Just be ready to show your faces when I call for you.”

“Understood.”

****

“You look good these days,” Yeon Woo Jin said.

“Huh? Do I?” Jang Un replied, flustered.

“You’ve been training hard, right?”

At the question, Jang Un stiffened slightly but nodded firmly.

Though he had spent time with Seong Yeon-hwa, he had made sure to push himself through sleepless nights to finish all his training without falling behind.

Seeing this, Yeon Woo Jin smiled knowingly.

“Were you about to start training?”

“No, not today. I’ll let it slide.”

“That’s unusual.”

“More importantly... I heard you haven’t been training alone lately?”

“Huh?”

“Who is it?”

“Well, um...”

“Is she pretty?”

“Uh... Yeah. No! I mean—”

“She’s pretty, huh?”

At that moment, Jang Un realized.

Yeon Woo Jin already knew everything.

Lowering his head in embarrassment, Jang Un finally confessed.

“Yeah... Actually, there’s someone I like now.”

“Someone you like?”

Jang Un nodded earnestly.

“When I’m with her, I feel so happy... I lose track of time.”

“Who is she?”

“Do you know the Golden Sword Manor?”

“I’ve heard of it.”

“She’s the daughter from there.”

“I see. How did you two meet?”

“Oh, well... It just sort of happened...”

“Do you really like her? What would you do if she were gone?”

At that, Jang Un fell silent for a moment — then his face crumpled slightly, his voice shaking.

“I don’t even want to imagine it.”

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He nodded.

“Do you want to marry her?”

“If I could, absolutely.”

“I see. Then I’ll do everything I can to support you.”

“Huh?”

“That’s enough for today. Go rest.”

“Wait, seriously? That’s it?”

“Yes. The others have already gone.”

Looking around, Jang Un realized he really was the only one left.

When he turned back, Yeon Woo Jin had already disappeared.

“...What just happened?”

He didn’t know why, but the thought that he would get to see Seong Yeon-hwa again soon filled his heart with happiness.

****

“Father! There’s someone I like!”

Boom—!

At Seong Yeon-hwa’s sudden declaration, made during a meeting she had arranged to persuade him, the Lord of the Golden Sword Manor felt as if the heavens were crashing down on him.

“W-What did you just say? Someone you like?”

“There’s a guy in my class named Jang Un. He’s amazing. It’s him.”

“J-Jang Un? Is there even a Jang family? What does that family even do?”

“I’m not really sure...”

“How could you not know something that important?”

“What’s the big deal? I love him.”

“Oh, you foolish girl! Of course it’s a big deal. A person has to marry someone of their own level to live a happy life!”

“That’s not what you said before! You promised — you said if I found someone I truly loved, you’d let me marry him!”

“I did say that. But I must have forgotten to add — someone of an appropriate family. If his family’s insignificant, then forget it!”

“Father!”

“You dare raise your voice at me? Silence! Get back to your room!”

It was the first time Seong Yeon-hwa had ever seen her father so cold.

She stood frozen, utterly shaken.