The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 67

"Why are you sweating so much all of a sudden?"

"A-ah, it's nothing."

"Are you sure you're really okay?"

"Th-that is..."

Just as Eun Baek-gi faltered, a voice whispered directly into his mind.

—I'd appreciate it if you refrained from talking about me.

He immediately recognized who the voice belonged to.

"The weather’s hot, my lady. You know how I am—my body runs hot, and even the slightest movement makes me sweat like this."

"Is that so?"

"You never really paid much attention to me, have you?"

When Eun Baek-gi pouted with a wounded expression, Seong Yeon-hwa, looking slightly uncomfortable, hurried to placate him.

"Y-you know, now that I think about it, that does sound familiar. I'll even prepare a tonic for you later, Uncle Eun."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha! You’ve made a promise now!"

Was I just imagining things?

Watching Eun Baek-gi laugh so heartily, Seong Yeon-hwa convinced herself that she must have misunderstood something.

Seeing her quickly return her attention to Jang Un without dwelling on him, Eun Baek-gi exhaled a breath of relief.

Turning his gaze, he looked toward Yeon Woo Jin.

Yeon Woo Jin, smiling in quiet satisfaction, gave him a slight nod.

Eun Baek-gi couldn’t quite understand why he was obeying so obediently, but somehow, it felt natural, as if it were the only course of action.

There was a clear reason why Yeon Woo Jin had shown a glimpse of his power to him: it would make everything much easier going forward.

And indeed, the effect was immediate.

The way Eun Baek-gi now looked at Jang Un had clearly changed.

—Would you mind stepping aside for a moment?

At Yeon Woo Jin’s whisper, Eun Baek-gi gave a small nod and turned to Seong Yeon-hwa.

"I need to step away for a moment."

"For what?"

"A natural necessity."

"Oh... okay."

After brushing her off with a vague excuse, he immediately leapt toward the direction Yeon Woo Jin had pointed.

Watching Eun Baek-gi hurry away, Seong Yeon-hwa muttered to her nanny,

"He must have really been in a rush. Maybe that’s why he was sweating so much. If it was that bad, he should’ve just gone sooner."

"He probably couldn’t bring himself to leave your side unguarded, my lady."

"Uncle Eun... he really is so hopelessly stiff sometimes."

****

Behind the Baek Yak Pavilion, in the quiet garden, Eun Baek-gi spotted Yeon Woo Jin standing by the pond with his hands clasped behind his back.

For some reason, he gave off such an overwhelming presence that Eun Baek-gi instinctively approached with extreme caution, swallowing hard.

As he neared, Yeon Woo Jin slowly turned to face him.

"You’re here."

"Who exactly are you?"

"As you can see, just a low-grade student at Baekyeong Martial Academy."

"You expect me to believe that?"

Eun Baek-gi spoke respectfully, careful not to offend him.

"Believe it or not, it’s the truth."

"Are you really... seventeen?"

"Yes. I'm even in the same class as your young lady. You can ask her if you like—she’ll know me."

Eun Baek-gi’s expression turned doubtful, but realizing that pressing the matter further would be pointless, he chose to change the subject.

"It seems to me you deliberately chose me. May I ask why?"

Even after learning that Yeon Woo Jin was supposedly only seventeen, Eun Baek-gi's posture remained formal and deferential, a quality Yeon Woo Jin found quite pleasing.

"As I thought, I chose the right person. You, sir, are someone I can entrust this task to."

"And what task would that be?"

"You already know. Helping bring my friend Jang Un and Lady Seong Yeon-hwa together."

The moment he mentioned Seong Yeon-hwa, Eun Baek-gi’s expression grew serious, his deep affection for her evident.

"It won’t be an easy thing."

"I’m well aware. The Golden Sword Manor would never easily accept someone from a mere Guardian Corps family."

"You understand the situation well."

"That’s why I need your help."

At Yeon Woo Jin’s words, Eun Baek-gi paused in thought before finally speaking.

"Before that... would you grant me one small request?"

"What is it?"

"I would like to see your true ability."

"My ability?"

"Yes. I too am a martial artist, and I cannot suppress my competitive spirit."

Seeing the look of burning eagerness on Eun Baek-gi’s face, Yeon Woo Jin smiled and nodded.

"That's not a difficult request. Though it might be better if we change locations first."

"Anywhere you wish."

"Then follow me. I know a good place."

"Yes, sir!"

****

Soon after, Eun Baek-gi stood frozen in place, his face a mask of shock.

Surrounding him on all sides were countless swords.

Each and every one of them was cloaked in a lethal sword aura.

"W-what is this...?"

Was he dreaming?

Instinctively, Eun Baek-gi pinched his own arm to check.

It was no dream.

Yeon Woo Jin was manifesting not just a single Sword Aura — but hundreds, perhaps thousands, each one sharpened to a deadly edge.

Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, Eun Baek-gi stared at Yeon Woo Jin in disbelief.

Seeing his reaction, Yeon Woo Jin chuckled and asked,

"Is this not enough? Usually, everyone acknowledges it at this point."

"E-excuse me?"

"Not enough, huh? Then should I show you something even more impressive? Or would you like to try attacking me?"

At those words, Eun Baek-gi flinched violently.

Challenge him? With what hope? Charging in would mean being impaled by any one of these countless deadly swords.

"N-no! This is more than enough!"

His fighting spirit and pride evaporated without a trace.

Eyes trembling, Eun Baek-gi cautiously asked,

"Wh-who... what exactly are you, my lord?"

At that question, Yeon Woo Jin fell silent for a moment, lost in thought.

Eun Baek-gi could barely contain his curiosity.

Just what kind of being could display such a divine presence?

But Yeon Woo Jin, after a brief pause, gave no clear answer.

Was he forbidden to reveal himself?

Why did he hesitate so much?

"Is there a reason you can’t tell me your true identity?"

Eun Baek-gi asked carefully.

Yeon Woo Jin let out a small chuckle.

"Maybe. Originally, I intended to stay hidden, but somehow, everywhere I go, I end up revealing myself. For a moment there, I thought maybe... this is fate."

"Fate?"

"Yes. For a fleeting moment, I thought... perhaps I’m meant to make the Martial God Sect my own."

"...What?"

Eun Baek-gi was stunned.

Make the Martial God Sect his own?

He wasn’t just claiming it — he spoke as if it were already his for the taking, should he ever decide to reach out and seize it.

To speak such outrageous words so casually...

Now, more than ever, Eun Baek-gi was desperate to know who this young man truly was.

"It feels like destiny is pulling me into the Martial God Sect. Like no matter what I do, I can’t escape it. Perhaps, before long, I’ll have to make a choice."

As he tilted his head, bewildered by the strange, cryptic answer, a sudden voice rang out from behind.

"Why hesitate, my lord? Just make the Martial God Sect yours!"

"Indeed. Even the Grandmaster would surely wish for that."

"We all wish for it, too."

Startled by the sudden chorus of voices, Eun Baek-gi whipped around — and found himself face to face with someone he recognized instantly.

"Y-you’re...!"

"It’s been a long time."

He knew this man well.

Cheon Ho-seong, the Swift Execution Sword Emperor.

There wasn’t a single soul in the Martial God Sect who didn’t know his name.

As for the other two standing beside him, Eun Baek-gi was less certain — until Cheon Ho-seong introduced them with a grin.

"This is Red Death God, Jeok Seong."

"R-Red Death God...!"

"And this is the Dark Emperor of Hell, Ma Rang."

"W-what? I-if you're the Dark Emperor of Hell... aren’t you the leader of the Hell’s Dark Shadow Corps, the hidden blade of the Grandmaster?"

"That’s right."

Good heavens.

What in the world was happening?

It was enough to make his knees buckle just seeing the Swift Execution Sword Emperor standing before him, but now — the Black Death God, a figure of terror to all martial artists, and the true power of the Martial God Sect, the Dark Emperor of Hell himself?

These were men whose very epithets shook the world.

Why were all these monstrous figures gathered here?

And then, suddenly, something clicked in Eun Baek-gi’s mind.

He remembered what they had called Yeon Woo Jin.

Young master.

Without a doubt, that was the word they used.

A title like that was only ever used for the child or bloodline of one’s lord.

And who were the masters of the Swift Execution Sword Emperor and the Dark Emperor of Hell?

The Martial God Sect Master.

The only one they could possibly address as "young master" was a direct descendant of the Martial God Sect Master.

Which meant—

"C-could it be... you’re the Grandmaster’s... his blood?"

At Eun Baek-gi’s stammered question, Cheon Ho-seong corrected him with a smile.

"Not just any blood. He’s the Grandmaster’s one and only grandson."

"W-what?!"

The shock hit him so hard that Eun Baek-gi stumbled backward and fell flat on his backside.

Ma Rang chuckled as he watched.

"At this rate, everyone in the Martial God Sect will know about the young master’s identity before long."

Jeok Seong chimed in,

"Why not just reveal it openly now and walk freely?"

"Exactly. How much longer do you intend to hide it, young master?"

"Show the Grandmaster your power and officially become his successor. I guarantee that if you inherit the sect, the Martial God Sect will become several times stronger than it is now."

"Let’s save that conversation for later," Yeon Woo Jin said with a faint smile. "For now, let's focus on Jang Un."

"Haha, as you wish."

The three exchanged knowing glances, the corners of their eyes crinkling in silent laughter.

It felt as if a grand unveiling of Yeon Woo Jin was drawing near.

Watching their reactions, Eun Baek-gi was now certain.

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The Swift Execution Sword Emperor, the Red Death God, the Dark Emperor of Hell — men who ranked among the top ten martial powers in all of the Martial God Sect — had already pledged themselves to him.

And it seemed completely natural.

Yeon Woo Jin turned to Eun Baek-gi and said,

"Jang Un is going to become one of my closest confidants."

The Martial God Sect Master's grandson, a youth already standing at the same lofty heights as the Grandmaster himself — and if this was his level now, what would he become with age?

A peerless figure, unparalleled in the history of martial arts.

To be the confidant of such a man...

There was no need for words.

A marriage alliance with the Deputy Head of the Inner Cabinet Hall? That would pale in comparison.

Yet one question still nagged at Eun Baek-gi.

Why wasn’t Yeon Woo Jin already a candidate for the position of Young Grandmaster?

He possessed such overwhelming strength — so why had he not been chosen?

Or rather — why had the Grandmaster not placed his own grandson in that position?

Doubt flickered across his face, and Yeon Woo Jin, noticing it, spoke first.

"To be honest, I have no interest in becoming the Grandmaster."

"...What?"

It was such an astonishing answer that Eun Baek-gi could hardly believe his ears.

He spoke of the highest seat — the dream of countless martial artists — as if it were a mere bother.

"What's the point of sitting there? Look at my grandfather. He's buried in work every single day. I barely even get to see him. If I become the Grandmaster too, when would I ever see him?"

"That's... your reason?"

"Yeah. He's getting older. I want to spend as much time with him as I can."

Eun Baek-gi, though stunned, had no doubt that even at his age, the Grandmaster would outlive him by decades.

"But lately... the number of people I have to look out for keeps growing. I get the feeling I might not be able to leave this place, even if I wanted to."

Hearing him say he might be tied here because there were people he cared about, the three standing nearby couldn’t help but twitch their lips, struggling to hold back smiles.

"Do you like it that much?"

"Of course! I sincerely hope the young master inherits the Martial God Sect!"

"You should just jump into the succession contest right now."

Yeon Woo Jin shook his head lightly.

"For now, I want to enjoy my academy life a little longer. That contest? What’s the big deal? You know, if I really wanted to..."

He winked mischievously, and the three immediately nodded vigorously.

"Of course! If the young master so much as willed it, those so-called candidates wouldn’t stand a chance!"

"Exactly. The Martial God Sect is a land for martial artists — if someone with overwhelming power demands the succession, everyone else has to bow!"

"Honestly, letting those little pups experience the seat for a while before you take it back doesn’t seem like a bad idea either."

And Eun Baek-gi, too, was convinced.

The future Martial God Sect Master would undoubtedly be this very boy standing before him.

In that case, what road should Golden Sword Manor take?

There was only one answer.

They had to secure Jang Un at all costs.

Eun Baek-gi bowed his head deeply and spoke carefully.

"Young master... would it be permissible for me to reveal your identity to our manor lord?"

Yeon Woo Jin paused for a moment, thinking, then nodded.

"Introduce me properly. I think it’s best if I explain it myself."

"I-I see. Yes, that would indeed be best. Even if I said it, our lord would likely never believe me. A wise decision, young master."

Without realizing it, he was already flattering Yeon Woo Jin like a loyal retainer.

"And should our lord happen to behave rudely out of ignorance, I humbly ask for your forgiveness."

As Eun Baek-gi bowed low, Yeon Woo Jin smiled warmly and helped him up.

"Of course. Don’t worry. Everything will work out."

"Thank you. From this moment on, I will place all my trust in you, young master."