The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 73

Jo Ujeong barged into his office without warning, and Feng So-un stood up in surprise.

“L-Lord! What brings someone of your status to such a humble place? If you had summoned me, I would have come running.”

“You... were you trying to send away a Guardian Corps martial artist?”

“W-What? H-How did you know that?”

Smack—.

“This bastard was really doing it?”

Feng So-un looked at Jo Ujeong with a bewildered expression, one cheek stinging from the slap.

“Talk! Was it true?!”

“Y-Yes. But it was just a low-ranking martial artist.”

“Low-ranking, my ass! The Guardian Corps Captain is storming in right now, full of rage. What the hell are you going to do about it? Huh?!”

“W-What?”

No way. Could the Guardian Corps Captain really be making a personal move over a single low-ranking martial artist?

He couldn’t understand it.

Just then, someone rushed over to Jo Ujeong and handed him a note.

There was some kind of information written inside.

“A guy named Jang Gong, right?”

“Y-Yes, that’s him.”

“Sigh... Low-ranking? That guy’s been appointed as the Division Captain of the Guardian Eighth Division. You just messed with a Guardian Corps division captain!”

“W-What? T-That can’t be. H-He was definitely a squad leader in the patrol...”

“Yeah. Until recently, he was. But turns ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) out the guy’s a hidden gem. Reached the Haegyeong level in just a year? They’re thrilled to have discovered such a monster and were about to make him a division captain. And who had to ruin it? Our very own Deputy Master.”

Feng So-un’s pupils shook wildly.

Jo Ujeong glared at Feng So-un with terrifying eyes.

“Do you even realize what kind of shit I got from Gu Yanghyeon because of you...? Hah...”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You think sorry cuts it? Huh?! That boar is still in my room right now. What the hell do I do about this?!”

Feng So-un’s face went pale upon hearing that Gu Yanghyeon was still in Jo Ujeong’s office.

“Just tell me why. What was the reason?”

“T-The truth is... my son... has feelings for the Golden Sword Manor’s daughter.”

“What the hell are you talking about now? Why bring up Golden Sword Manor?”

“The man that girl is in love with is Jang Gong’s son.”

“...Huh.”

“So I just wanted to keep them apart until my son and the girl could get married. T-That’s all!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You stirred up the Guardian Corps... for that?”

“I’m sorry! When my son gets obsessed with something, he doesn’t rest until he has it... He’s sick, truly!”

Jo Ujeong looked at Feng So-un with a face full of pity.

He knew well about his son.

Until now, it had only involved objects, so there hadn’t been much trouble. But this time, the object of his obsession was a person — and that was the problem.

“I’ll take care of this incident personally. You stay out of everything and reflect for the time being.”

“Understood.”

“Tsk, tsk. Even love for a son should have its limits.”

“I’m sorry...”

“Sigh... What do I need to give that boar to calm him down?”

“I-I’ll go beg for his forgiveness myself.”

“If you go now, you’ll die.”

Flinch—.

“Wait until he cools down, then go apologize. Right now, it’s too dangerous.”

“U-Understood.”

Jo Ujeong looked down at the deeply bowing Feng So-un with a face full of disappointment, shook his head, and walked back toward his own office.

Once Feng So-un, slumped with shame, disappeared—

A shadowy figure stepped out from the dark corner.

It was Jeok Seong.

He had come under orders to find out who tried to send the Jang family away, but ended up learning the whole backstory.

Leaving behind a flickering afterimage, Jeok Seong vanished.

****

After hearing from Jeok Seong about Feng So-un’s son, Yeon Woo Jin stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“Hmm, sounds like he has a disease that causes intense fixation.”

“Yes. This time, Feng So-un’s son happened to fixate on Seong Yeon-hwa, and things escalated like this.”

“I should meet him.”

“Sir?”

“Can’t we just make him obsessed with a different girl? Or cure the condition entirely.”

“Oh!”

If it was Yeon Woo Jin, it was possible.

“That would solve everything, wouldn’t it? Don’t you think?”

“You’re right. The issue with the Jang family has already been resolved by Inner Cabinet Hall Lord Gu Yanghyeon.”

“What kind of person is Feng So-un usually?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve his son, he’s got a good reputation and outstanding abilities. That’s why the Inner Cabinet Lord didn’t dismiss him but just put him on leave for reflection.”

“So the root of the problem is the son. Alright, let’s go.”

“Right now?”

“Yup.”

“Understood.”

“Sigh, at this rate I’ll end up meeting every single person in Martial God Sect.”

Hearing Yeon Woo Jin grumble, the three following him smiled.

Hoping he would meet everyone in the sect as soon as possible.

****

Feng So-un’s house was steeped in funeral silence.

“I’m sorry, sir. The master said he’s not receiving any guests today.”

“Tell him we know how to cure his son’s illness.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m sorry. But making claims like that carelessly could bring serious consequences.”

“What was that?”

“There’ve already been several people who claimed they could cure the young master, just to demand money and deceive us.”

“Hah. We’re not like those people. Just go deliver the message.”

The servant stared for a moment, then sighed.

“...Sigh, understood. Please wait here.”

After the servant disappeared, Cheon Ho-seong clicked his tongue.

“There must’ve been a swarm of con men for a servant to give a warning like that.”

“Taking advantage of desperate people, no doubt.”

“They should all be captured and beaten until their bones snap and muscles tear.”

A moment later—

The servant returned with a gloomy expression.

“I’m sorry. He says he still won’t meet with anyone.”

“Did you relay the message properly?”

“Yes, but I think it’s best you leave for today.”

“Go tell him again — that the Lightning Execution Sword Emperor himself guarantees it.”

“...Pardon?”

“Why the look? Hurry up and deliver the message again.”

“Y-Yes! Right away!”

The moment the servant heard the alias Lightning Execution Sword Emperor, he scrambled back inside.

Shortly after—

Feng So-un rushed out in socks.

Recognizing Cheon Ho-seong, he bowed with a martial salute and stammered.

“T-The Lord of the Heavenly Martial Division... What brings you to this humble home?”

“Didn’t the servant explain?”

“W-Wait, are you really here to treat my son?”

“That’s right.”

Feng So-un turned his head.

Three unfamiliar faces.

One was a child, so not likely. It had to be one of the other two.

“Which one of you is the physician?”

“There is no physician. Our young master said he can heal him, so we brought him here.”

“...What?”

What nonsense was this?

Was there even someone in Martial God Sect that the Heavenly Martial Division Lord would call “young master”?

Maybe a child of one of the Five Peak Divine Families?

No way.

He called him young master, so it had to be the boy standing there with his hands behind his back.

“Let’s go inside first.”

“A-Alright. This way, please.”

Feng So-un quickly led the four of them inside.

****

After taking them into his personal room, Feng So-un couldn’t stop glancing around.

The way the Heavenly Martial Division Lord treated the boy was not ordinary.

“Young master, please take a seat.”

The boy sat down like it was only natural, and the mighty Lightning Execution Sword Emperor stood behind him like it was natural too.

The other two also seemed like martial masters equal to or beyond Cheon Ho-seong, but Feng So-un couldn’t make heads or tails of who they were.

He carefully asked:

“Umm, Lord of the Heavenly Martial Division...”

“What is it?”

“If it’s not too rude... could you introduce the others to me?”

“Hm? Forget that brat — but you mean to say you don’t even recognize the one next to him?”

“Yes, this is my first time meeting you,”

At Feng So-un’s words, Ma Rang, who had been pointed at, let out a quiet chuckle and spoke.

“Of course you wouldn’t know me. If I show up at your door, it means your life’s already over.”

“There’s even a saying — meet the Dark Emperor of Hell, and your next day begins in the afterlife.”

As Jeok Seong said that with a snicker, Feng So-un’s eyes widened so much they looked like they might split.

“Th-The Dark Emperor of Hell?!”

As he reeled in shock, Ma Rang’s voice entered his ears.

“You’ve got something similar, don’t you? They say when you meet the Black Death God, you should quietly close your eyes and leave behind your final words. Since there’s no hope of survival.”

Feng So-un’s jaw nearly fell off.

The Lightning Execution Sword Emperor, the Dark Emperor of Hell, and the Black Death God — all gathered in one place.

And the young boy being guarded by those monsters — what on earth was he?

“Hello. My name is Yeon Woo Jin.”

“Wh-What?”

As Feng So-un struggled to collect himself, Cheon Ho-seong spoke softly.

“He’s the grandson of the Heavenly Lord. Show your respect.”

“Guhk!”

The Martial God Sect’s Lord had a grandson?

Only now did it make sense why these monsters were acting as his escort.

“I-I failed to recognize such an esteemed person and only now offer my greetings! Please forgive my rudeness!”

Feng So-un’s large frame collapsed to the ground in a deep bow.

“Please stand up.”

“Th-Thank you!”

“Let’s take a look at your son first, shall we?”

“Y-Yes, of course!”

As if he had any choice to refuse.

Refusing now would probably have him torn limb from limb by those three sets of eyes.

“Please wait a moment! I’ll bring him right away!”

“Oh! Before that — have you already chosen a family for your son’s marriage?”

“Pardon?”

“No one?”

“Y-Yes, there is. The Golden Sw—”

“Golden Sword Manor’s not allowed.”

Why not?

“Jang Un is my friend. You don’t mess with your friend’s girl.”

Gulp—.

Without realizing, Feng So-un swallowed dryly.

He’d thought the Jang Gong father and son weren’t anything special, but it turned out they were terrifying beings.

“I-I’m terribly sorry.”

“It’s fine. Since it was because of your son... I’ll overlook it this time.”

It sounded very much like: there won’t be a next time.

“I-I’ll remember that. I swear I will.”

“Then bring him here, and think it over while you do.”

“Y-Yes, understood.”

****

Feng So-un stared at his son in disbelief.

“W-What did you just say?”

“I said I’ll be focusing on my studies for the time being.”

“What about Seong Yeon-hwa?”

Feng So-un’s son, Feng Jeokho, shook his head.

“I have no interest.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes. I only wish to devote myself to study.”

Feng So-un turned to Yeon Woo Jin with a look that said he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

To that, Feng Jeokho said:

“I’ll excuse myself now. At this hour, I could be reading even a single more character left behind by the Sages.”

“V-Very well, then.”

After bowing politely, Feng Jeokho disappeared swiftly, and Feng So-un, still dumbfounded, asked:

“W-What did you do to him?”

“I cured his condition. And while I was at it, I gave him a little hypnosis to help him focus on his studies.”

“So it really was an illness?”

“Yes. One of the blood vessels in his brain was slightly blocked. That likely caused his abnormal obsession with a single thing. I cleared it out, so he shouldn’t fixate on anything like that again.”

“Th-Thank you! Young Master, thank you truly!”

“His desire to study will naturally be resolved once he joins the military academy. After that, he’ll probably meet someone good and get married.”

To Feng So-un, Yeon Woo Jin looked like a divine being sent from the heavens.

“Please keep my identity a secret. And if we ever meet again, pretend you don’t know me. Understood?”

“P-Pardon?”

“My existence must remain hidden. Got it?”

“O-Of course.”

“If you go around blabbing the young master’s identity, you’ll be meeting me again.”

“I’ll also be paying you a visit — at night.”

With terrifying glares from Ma Rang and Jeok Seong, Feng So-un trembled as he responded:

“I-I’ll never tell anyone, I swear!”

“Then we’ll take our leave. Don’t follow us. I don’t like being seen by others.”

“U-Understood.”

“Oh right! You need to apologize to Jang Gong and his son in person. Got it?”

“Understood! I’ll go and grovel before them myself!”

“We’ll be watching you — to see how well you do. Please work hard for the sake of the Martial God Sect.”

Those were the scariest words of all.

Now he truly had no choice but to live righteously and work hard.

“Understood! I’ll work so hard my bones break and reform again!”

“Then, see you next time.”

“Yes! Safe travels! Thank you again for today!”

Yeon Woo Jin looked down at the bowing Feng So-un with a small smile, then turned and walked away.

Long after Yeon Woo Jin vanished, Feng So-un slowly rose from the ground, still staring in the direction he had left, and muttered to himself:

“The true successor of the Martial God Sect... has finally appeared.”