The Martial God with Psychic Powers

Yeon Woo Jin furrowed his brow at the council physician’s response.
“That much, huh?”

“If it meant I could stay by her side, I’d do anything.”
“Even though the Pavilion Master doesn’t want you there?”
“Keukekeu… Hoho. In time, she’ll understand how sincere I truly am.”

Whether he had sealed even her throat acupoints, Yeo Hwarin couldn’t speak—she could only stare at Woo Jin.
Her gaze, filled with worry that Woo Jin might be hurt, was what provoked the council physician further.
“Even now, you’re looking at that pretty-boy courtesan? That won’t do. I need to show you exactly what happens when someone gets distracted.”

The physician stared at Yeon Woo Jin.
“You brushed off my last attack like it was nothing. Seems you’ve got some skill… I’ll take you ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) seriously.”
Drrr—
As the physician drew up his internal energy, the ground began to tremble.

It was a display of just how overwhelming his inner strength had become.
“Now then, let’s see you struggle a bit.”
He flicked his fingers toward Woo Jin.

Seeing that Woo Jin still didn’t move, the physician smirked.
“Afraid, are you? Well, after seeing my true power, it’s only natural. You may run, if you like. If you can get away, I’ll let you go.”
Woo Jin gave a small smile.

“You really shouldn’t say things like that while sneaking something like this in.”
“Oh? You noticed?”
Thin needles had encircled Woo Jin’s position.

“Anyone would have, the way you did it so blatantly.”
“Then you must realize you have no way out.”
The needles blocked all paths of retreat.

But Woo Jin simply said,
“To use sacred needles meant for healing on something like this… Looks like someone needs a refresher on a physician’s heart.”
In that instant, the needles that had surrounded him suddenly broke free from the physician’s control and floated into Woo Jin’s hand.

The physician gasped and tried to reassert control, but it was too late—they were no longer responding to him.
Stunned by the sudden reversal, he barely had time to react before he heard Woo Jin’s voice.
“Well, since I already gave you the first move, I won’t hold back anymore.”

Paat—!
Before the words had even fully left his mouth, Woo Jin had moved—he was now directly in front of the physician.
Jjeo-eok—!
“Guhek!”

Woo Jin’s fist buried itself deep in the physician’s abdomen.
He couldn’t even react before the pain erupted in his gut.
As his stomach screamed with a tearing pain, the physician clenched his jaw and lashed out at the man before him.

The true strength of the Silken Conversion Canon was its speed.
It allowed him to strike at speeds so fast they couldn’t be seen.
His fists and feet blurred out of sight as he launched a relentless assault at Woo Jin—but none of the strikes landed.

Woo Jin dodged every single one.
“Th-This is impossible!”
Dodging this speed?

Pang— Papapang—!
The speed was so intense that shockwaves erupted through the air with every thrust—and yet Woo Jin avoided them effortlessly.
“…Too slow.”

Too… slow?
“This is what you call fast.”
What?

When did that—
He was being flung backward.
What was happening?
As that thought crossed his mind, pain erupted throughout his body.

Then, sound followed.
Puh-puh-puhp—!
With each sound, fist marks burst across the area, raising clouds of dust.

“Guhek!”
It wasn’t just too fast to see—he didn’t even feel like he’d been hit until well after the strikes landed.
Ku-dang-tang-tang—!

It was a speed that surpassed even the Silken Canon—completely absurd.
The physician quickly checked his condition.
His internal channels were surging wildly.

Papat—
He swiftly sealed several of his own points to calm the raging energy, then glared at Woo Jin.
He had lost… in speed.

Damn it! What is he? What kind of monster?
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t see a path to victory.
The only plan left in his mind—

Was retreat.
He tried to rationalize it, calling it one step back to move ten steps forward, and began to flee.
Ugh…

Suddenly, his body stiffened.
What was happening?
His gaze dropped downward—and he saw them.

The same needles he had launched at Woo Jin earlier… were now embedded in his own body.
“When—?!”
He was losing his mind.

Was this what being haunted felt like?
When had Woo Jin launched them into him?
Woo Jin stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at him without interest.

Then, the physician saw it.
Woo Jin’s eyes—darkened, blackened like a void.
A chill ran down the physician’s entire body.

It felt like Woo Jin might tear his limbs off and kill him right there.
The physician’s body began to tremble violently.
He wanted to collapse and beg for his life.

But his body was paralyzed—and his mouth sealed shut.
Then, Woo Jin’s blackened eyes slowly returned to normal.
He smiled gently, turned to Yeo Hwarin, and released her acupoints.

“The real culprit’s been caught. Let’s go home now.”
Yeo Hwarin had countless questions—but for now, she simply nodded.
She was more concerned about Baek Nanhyang, who was still at the Sword Pavilion.

“I’ll take care of this one. Please go ahead.”
“How could I ask my benefactor to do something so bothersome? I’ll bring him.”
“No. I don’t want your hands touching that filth.”

“But we can’t let your hands be stained, either.”
“My hands won’t be stained. I’ll be bringing him like this.”
Woo Jin flicked his fingers.

And the physician’s body lifted into the air.
Seeing it, Yeo Hwarin’s eyes widened in shock—then she shook her head with a weary smile.
“…As you wish, benefactor.”

 
****
When Yeo Hwarin arrived back at the Sword Pavilion in haste, she saw the martial artists of the Changcheon Trading Group and the Sword Pavilion restraining the physician’s subordinates.

Upon spotting her, Baek Nanhyang ran over with a bright smile.
“Master!”
“Did they help you?”

“Yes! Thanks to them, we were able to subdue the enemies easily. No one was injured either.”
“That truly is a relief. We owe the Changcheon Trading Group a great debt.”
“Yes. To think I almost attacked such admirable people because of a misunderstanding…”

“Lead me to the head of the Trading Group.”
“Yes.”
Namgung Hwan, the head of Changcheon, greeted Yeo Hwarin with a cupped-fist salute.

“Greetings, Pavilion Master.”
“I apologize. Things were chaotic, and I’ve only just now had a chance to greet you properly.”
“Haha! Not at all. I completely understand.”

“More importantly… I sincerely apologize, as Pavilion Master, for how our disciples wronged your Trading Group.”
“No, please! It was all part of the enemy’s scheme. I’m just glad everything turned out well.”
“Thank you for saying that. From this day forward, the Sword Pavilion will trade exclusively with the Changcheon Trading Group.”

“Hahaha! As a merchant, that’s the best thing I could ever hope to hear. Thank you.”
Namgung Hwan glanced around.
“But… I don’t see our benefactor anywhere?”

“Oh! He’s on his way here. But… if I may ask… just who is he, exactly?”
“…Pardon?”
“He’s not just a man whose medical skill reaches the heavens.”

“…What do you mean by that?”
“His martial arts reach the heavens as well. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have been in serious danger.”
“His martial arts… reach the heavens? Wait—are you saying our benefactor is powerful in martial arts too?”

“…You didn’t know?”
“No, I had absolutely no idea.”
“I see. Now I’m even more curious about who he really is.”

“I don’t know much about him either.”
Yeo Hwarin’s expression dimmed. She’d hoped to learn more about Yeon Woo Jin from Namgung Hwan, but it turned out he knew little as well.
‘Looks like I’ll have to ask him myself.’

 
****
The council physician and his underlings—those who had plunged the Sword Pavilion into chaos—were thrown into the underground prison, their cultivation crippled.

Yeo Hwarin had made a full recovery, and the once-fractured Sword Pavilion quickly returned to order.
She invited all the members of the Changcheon Trading Group into the pavilion—marking the first time in its history that men had stepped into the inner sanctum.
A feast was held, and Yeon Woo Jin was personally honored by Yeo Hwarin in the Pavilion Master’s chamber.

She handed him a jade token.
“If you ever need to visit the Sword Pavilion again, just present this pass. I’ll come out personally to greet you.”
Woo Jin accepted it with a soft smile.

He knew even if he refused, she would have forced it on him anyway.
Tucking it away, he pulled something else from his robes.
A book.

He held it out, and Yeo Hwarin took it with a puzzled expression.
“What’s this?”
“Heavenly Sword Martial Canon (Cheongeom Mugyeong).”

“…What?”
Yeo Hwarin looked up at him, stunned—as if she hadn’t heard him correctly.
That martial canon should be in Mushincheon.

It had been handed over as leverage in an agreement not to oppose the Martial God’s Heaven, a show of trust through surrendering the Sword Pavilion’s treasured manual.
“W-Why do you have this, benefactor? This… this should be in Mushincheon.”
Yeon Woo Jin nodded calmly.

“You’re right. It was in Mushincheon. I’m returning it to you.”
“…Just who are you? What kind of person hands back a manual that should be locked away in Mushincheon?”
She wanted to know.

His identity.
“I… am a person of Mushincheon.”
“Then… did the Lord of Mushincheon command you to return this to us?”

Yeon Woo Jin nodded again.
But… why?
Why return it all of a sudden?

It didn’t make any sense.
“What is your real identity, benefactor? Please… tell us.”
Yeon Woo Jin hesitated for a moment.

Then spoke.
“Would the Pavilion Master and the Young Mistress be willing to keep what I say in strict confidence?”
“Of course! We’ll keep it to ourselves.”

Baek Nanhyang nodded as well.
Woo Jin gave a small smile.
Would they even believe it if he told them?

That was what he wondered.
“My true surname is Yeon. My name… is Yeon Woo Jin.”
“Yeon…? W-Wait…”

Yeo Hwarin paled and covered her mouth in shock.
Nanhyang looked at her, confused.
“Why? Do you know him, Master?”

“N-No. But… in Mushincheon, there’s only one person with the surname Yeon.”
“…Huh?”
“The Lord of Mushincheon… I’ve heard his surname is Yeon.”

Yeon Woo Jin nodded once more.
“That’s right. He is my grandfather.”
“What?”

The two women exclaimed in unison.
Then Yeo Hwarin slowly nodded.
Now, it made sense.

Now his strength could be understood.
But another question stirred inside her.
She’d heard that Mushincheon was currently in turmoil over selecting a new heir—why go through that process, when the heir was already here?

Someone unimaginably strong, and directly descended?
As if reading her thoughts, Woo Jin answered,
“I intend to become the next Lord of Mushincheon with my own hands. And in doing so… unite the martial world completely.”

Unification of the Martial World.
Even the Lord of Mushincheon had not achieved that.
But somehow… it felt like Yeon Woo Jin could.

After hearing his words, Yeo Hwarin and Baek Nanhyang exchanged a silent transmission.
Then they rose to their feet together—and bowed deeply before him.
“Our Sword Pavilion will follow you, benefactor. Should you ever need our strength, call upon us. No matter where—we will come.”

“I too will offer what humble strength I have to support your path.”
Moved by their sincerity, Woo Jin smiled warmly.
“Thank you. I’ll be counting on you.”

In that moment—the Sword Pavilion, a place no one had ever conquered, came under the banner of Yeon Woo Jin.
 
****

As they departed the Sword Pavilion after resolving all matters, Namgung Hwan still felt like he was dreaming.
“I’m not sure people will believe us when we tell them we feasted with the sword maidens of the Pavilion.”
“…Was it that good?”

“Oh come now. The Sword Pavilion is the place that stirs every man’s heart. And we dined right in the center of their inner sanctum—on food they prepared themselves! How could it not be good?”
It seemed not just Namgung Hwan—but every member of the Changcheon group felt the same.
“…Is our benefactor really that powerful in martial arts?”

“…Excuse me?”
“The Pavilion Master said so herself—that his martial prowess reaches the heavens.”
“Ah… I can manage to protect myself.”

Hearing that, Jang Woon and Sunwoo Baek, walking behind Woo Jin, laughed silently to themselves.
Protect himself?
That man could conquer the martial world right now if he wanted.

“…I hope I’ll get to see it for myself one day.”
“Sure. If the opportunity comes, I’ll show you.”