The Martial God with Psychic Powers

When Yeon Woo Jin declared himself to be the one responsible, silence gripped the entire room.

Shin Do Gwang and everyone else nearby stared at him in stunned disbelief.
Moments later, Shin Do Gwang’s eyes narrowed into a terrifying glare.
“Young man, this is no time for jokes. You returned my son unharmed, so I’ll let that go. But let me ask again—who did this to him?”

“As I said, I did. And no, that wasn’t a joke.”
He didn’t even look like he had the strength to wring a chicken’s neck, and yet he was saying this with a straight face.
It was absurd—but still, Shin Do Gwang pressed on.

“Fine. Can I at least ask why?”
“He disrespected his seniors and acted like a spoiled brat. I thought he needed a proper lesson in etiquette.”
Shin Do Gwang’s expression grew more and more incredulous.

Was this really happening?
He didn’t look powerful at all.
And more than that—did this brat have no sense of self-preservation?

Did he even realize where he was right now?
Was he out of his mind?
Sniff sniff.

No alcohol on his breath.
“You’re saying this in your right mind?”
“Yes. Perfectly sober and clear-headed.”

“Why?”
“Is it not the duty of a senior to correct a junior when they go astray?”
“So you gave him a stern talking-to? I’m asking who beat my son half to death, not who scolded him.”
“I did beat him. Like I said—me.”

“You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? Do you have any idea where you are?”
“Mushincheon.”
“…What?”

“Mushincheon. The domain where the strong rule. I was stronger than him, so I educated him. What’s the issue?”
“Still mouthing off? Then I’m stronger than you, so I suppose you’ll accept me educating you.”
“What makes you so sure?”

“…What?”
“I asked—what gives you such confidence that you’re stronger than me?”
“Do I need to measure it to know? You’re not even worth half a technique.”

“And if I turn out to be stronger?”
“…What?”
“If I’m stronger—will the Shin Clan submit to me?”

At that, a flicker of murderous intent flared in Shin Do Gwang’s eyes.
“Tell me your family name.”
“Why? Planning to go after my clan now?”

“If we’re following your logic, that’s the next step, isn’t it? Tell me.”
“Hmm. Do you think you could handle that?”
“No need. I’ll find out myself.”

Whoosh—
Shin Do Gwang lunged forward, hand outstretched.
“I won’t kill you. But I will make sure you live to taste hell.”

Thud—
His hand swiped through empty air.
Missed.

“You’re quicker than you look.”
“Can someone with that level of skill really maintain the seventh rank in Mushincheon’s hierarchy? Or are you just hanging on thanks to your connection to the Lord of Tianzhu Hall?”
“You impudent whelp. I’ll rip that tongue out and feed it to the pigs.”

Yeon Woo Jin looked genuinely disappointed.
“I was hoping the father would be a little more decent. How foolish of me.”
“I swear—I’ll make sure not just you, but everyone associated with you suffers a living hell.”

“Really? You think you can do that?”
“I know I can.”
“And if I turn out to be from a clan that even the Shin Clan wouldn’t dare offend?”

“There’s no such clan. I have detailed records of every major bloodline. There’s no rat like you in any of them.”
“You’re sure?”
“…Heh. What’s the matter? Getting scared now? Too late. I’ll have your family dragged before you and broken.”

“That’s a very dangerous thing to say.”
“Shut your damn mouth! Grab this insolent bastard now!”
At Shin Do Gwang’s roar, the Shin Clan’s martial warriors rushed forward in unison.

As they charged, Yeon Woo Jin slowly raised one leg.
Then—he stepped down.
Craack—

The instant his foot touched the ground, fractures shot out like spiderwebs across the floor.
Rumble—
The earth trembled beneath them.

The Shin warriors staggered.
Shhkk—
From the fractured stone, a storm of shards erupted, shooting upward like a volley of spears.

“Wh-What the hell?!”
“Damn it!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!

The guards scrambled to block the fragments with their weapons—but the shards ricocheted off, then curved mid-air.
As if controlled by something unseen.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of shards began to spin, forming a howling vortex.

And then they descended on the Shin warriors.
KUAAAAAA—
“AAGHHHH!!”

The storm of stone tore through them, staining the floor red with their blood.
SHK—!
At the last moment, Shin Do Gwang swung his blade, cleaving the swirling vortex in half.

Thud. Thud.
When the storm cleared, his guards were strewn across the ground—bloodied, broken, groaning.
Shin Do Gwang turned to face Yeon Woo Jin.

This level… was beyond anything he had anticipated.
How could someone this powerful be unknown until now?
And if he was already this strong…

Then what would happen once he matured?
He was a threat—a direct one.
Someone like that would never let the Shin Clan be.

For the sake of the clan… and for Dowoon… this monster must die here, today.
Never once did it occur to him that he might lose.
He was a master at the Fourth Stage of the Transcendent Realm.

One of the greatest experts under heaven.
And from that brief clash just now, he was sure:
Yeon Woo Jin hadn’t surpassed him.

Not yet.
That much, at least, was clear.
“To preserve our clan’s future… I’ll kill you here and now.”

“You’re speaking of the impossible.”
Clink—clatter—
A strange noise echoed through the hall.

The sound of weapons… rising.
Shin Do Gwang looked around in alarm.
“…What the hell…?”

All around the hall, weapons began floating.
Swords, spears, glaives—every tool of death the Shin Clan owned lifted into the air, quivering with unseen force.
Even the guards who had survived stared in horror.

This couldn’t be real.
This had to be magic.
Who was doing this?

No…
He turned to look—snapping his head toward Yeon Woo Jin.
Who was smiling faintly.

“…You. You did this?”
“Why? Starting to feel the difference in power now?”
“That’s… That’s not possible…”

Then, he saw them.
Yeon Woo Jin’s eyes—turning black.
“Black Eyes…?”

Shin Do Gwang’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
There was only one person he knew of… with eyes like that.
“You mentioned destroying my clan earlier, didn’t you?”

Shin Do Gwang’s pupils began to tremble violently.
“Who do you think I’m descended from?”
“N-No… It can’t be… That person had no bloodline—no heirs—”

“Does someone come to mind?”
Shin Do Gwang shook his head in denial. Again and again.
“No. No, this isn’t real. This isn’t happening.”

He took a step back without realizing it.
Yeon Woo Jin brought his fists together in formal salute.
“I never properly introduced myself, did I? Allow me. My name is Yeon Woo Jin.”

“…Yeon?”
Dear god.
It was true.

“You… Y-You’re really… the blood of the Celestial Lord…?”
No.
There was no way.

Shin Do Gwang’s denial was about to leave his lips—when familiar faces stepped out from behind Yeon Woo Jin.
“Th-The Lightning Flash Swordmaster…? And… the Black Reaper of Hell?”
The moment he recognized them, Shin Do Gwang’s lips began to tremble.

Those two, standing guard beside him?
His jaw refused to close.
“Lord Shin,” Chun Ho Seong said coolly, “I believe you were just saying you’d see to the destruction of the Celestial Lord’s household. Is this… a challenge against the Celestial Lord himself?”

The words struck like a sword.
Shin Do Gwang’s face went pale, and he violently shook his head.
“N-No! That wasn’t what I meant!”

“You don’t remember what you just said?”
Of course he remembered.
He had said it.

But that was before he knew his opponent was the blood of the Celestial Lord of Mushincheon.
And now, in the blink of an eye, it was as if he had just declared war on the one family no one ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) dared touch.
This was a moment of life or death.

A single misstep, and he would be the one to end his own family’s legacy.
“Beg his forgiveness,” Chun Ho Seong said flatly. “That is the only path you have left.”
“…My Lord?”

Even Chun Ho Seong, the infamous Lightning Flash Swordmaster, was calling this man My Lord.
It was real.
He was of the Celestial Lord’s bloodline.

“May I speak now?” Yeon Woo Jin asked calmly.
Chun Ho Seong stepped back with a bow.
Shin Do Gwang’s eyes widened further.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Yeon Woo Jin said, voice devoid of warmth. “I asked if you could handle it. I told you—those were dangerous words.”
Shin Do Gwang’s mind raced.
He fell to his knees, prostrated himself, and bowed low before Yeon Woo Jin.

“I—I had no idea, Your Grace! Please forgive my reckless words!”
“Oh? And is the word of a Clan Patriarch so light?”
“I’m truly sorry!”

Now wasn’t the time to make excuses.
There was only one way out—beg for mercy and hope he was spared.
“If my grandfather had heard you,” Yeon Woo Jin said with a soft smile, “he would’ve razed the Shin Clan to ash. Oh, and for the record—yes. The Celestial Lord of Mushincheon is my grandfather.”

Gulp—
Shin Do Gwang’s throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly.
“If… If you had told me from the start, I never would have—”

“Then I would’ve been hiding behind my grandfather’s name. I needed to resolve this myself. Though I admit—things got a little theatrical once those two showed up.”
He gestured toward Chun Ho Seong and Ma Ryong.
The two men bowed deeply, playing along with the act.

“We beg your forgiveness, My Lord!”
“We failed to recognize your grand intent. We acted in error!”
“It’s fine. You acted for my sake, so I’ll let it go.”

“Thank you, My Lord!”
“Your boundless grace will forever be engraved in our bones!”
Unbelievable.

The two strongest arms of the Celestial Lord—reduced to flustered bowing and humble apologies.
There was no longer any doubt.
Yeon Woo Jin was of the Celestial Lord’s bloodline.

Weapons still hovered in the air around him, suspended without motion.
He’s manipulating objects in open air at his age?
Shin Do Gwang looked closer.

No—they weren’t just floating.
…Aura?
A thin, nearly imperceptible film of Qi covered each weapon.

If one had to look closely to see it… then it meant one thing:
The Realm of Unity Between Sword and Heart.
And not just on one weapon—but dozens.

Even Shin Do Gwang couldn’t do that.
No one in Mushincheon could.
Could it be that they were just floating there?

No… that wasn’t it.
A monster capable of coating this many weapons in refined aura...
“You look like you’re wondering if they’re just suspended,” Yeon Woo Jin said suddenly.

“Ghk! N-No, not at all!”
Two swords had silently drifted in front of him—aimed directly at his eyes.
He hadn’t even sensed them approaching.

If they’d continued another inch, he would’ve been blind.
“You’re free to move, if you like.”
This wasn’t some rising prodigy.

This was a sky-dominating dragon with a pearl in its maw—a Heavenly Dragon.
And if someone like him existed… why was there even a competition for the next Celestial Lord?
None of it made sense anymore.

But that could wait.
For now, he had to survive.
Shin Do Gwang dropped to his knees again and bowed until his forehead touched the floor.

“Please… forgive me!”
Yeon Woo Jin looked down at him.
“Just like that? With nothing to offer?”

“If—if there’s anything you desire, anything at all, just name it!”
“I want the Shin Clan.”
“…What?”

“Why? Don’t like the idea? I believe I said earlier—if I’m stronger, the Shin Clan would be mine.”
“Th-That’s…”
“You don’t like it?”

Crack—
A force like a mountain came crashing down.
Shin Do Gwang, a master of the Fourth Stage Transcendent Realm, could barely endure it.

Crack—
The ground beneath him split apart.
Khff—!

Blood spurted from his mouth.
He’d forced his Qi up too fast and damaged his own core.
“Don’t resent me. You made this choice. You should’ve raised your son better. If I don’t cut off the problem now, the Shin Clan will cause trouble again later. I’m just handling it early.”

Rumble…
The pressure intensified.
“Oh, and for the record,” Yeon Woo Jin said quietly, “I’m not even using ten percent of my power.”

Impossible…
“I… I submit!”
And just like that, the pressure vanished.

“Kh… khahh… cough!”
Shin Do Gwang hacked up more blood.
But then—he felt it.

A warm surge of energy flowing into his back.
It healed the damage in an instant.
He looked up at Yeon Woo Jin, bewildered.

“I’m kind to those who serve me,” Yeon Woo Jin said with a gentle smile.
“Th-Thank you…”
So this is what they mean by giving poison and medicine at once…

And that wasn’t all.
Healing power… too?
Not only had he demonstrated absolute combat superiority…

…he’d just confirmed his own mastery of healing arts.
And if what he said was true…
That crushing force from earlier… hadn’t even been one-tenth of his strength.

Shin Do Gwang knew what he had to do.
I’ll need to ask the Lightning Flash Swordmaster and the Black Reaper later… just what this monster really is.