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The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 63
A few days later.
With everything in place, Seong Yeon-hwa made her way toward the secluded mountain valley where Jang Un usually trained, accompanied by Eun Baek-gi.
As she arrived, she looked around the area with awe in her eyes.
“Wow... I had no idea a place like this existed.”
“Young lady, there’s no time to admire the scenery. Jang Un will be here any moment. You must hurry.”
“Right, right! Um... what technique should I practice?”
“When you perform the Moonlight Sword Art, you look like a fairy dancing under the moon. It's breathtakingly beautiful.”
“Really? Then I’ll go with that one.”
“Then best of luck, young lady.”
With that, Eun Baek-gi vanished into the woods, leaving Yeon-hwa alone beside the crystal-clear stream that ran through the valley.
She stood still for a moment, then dipped her hands into the cold water and splashed her face.
“Ah! So cold!”
Of course it was. It was valley water, after all—chilly and refreshing. But she had a reason for it.
If she looked sweaty and worn out, it would make her look like she'd been training earnestly. That way, things wouldn’t look too suspicious.
He said the Moonlight Sword Art looked the prettiest, right?
But how long would she have to swing her sword before he showed up?
As she was hesitating, Eun Baek-gi's voice rang in her mind through a soundless transmission.
—Young lady, Jang Un just passed by.
Of course. The only one who truly understood her was Eun Baek-gi.
Hearing that, Yeon-hwa quickly unsheathed her sword and began executing the first form of the Moonlight Sword Art.
Moments later.
Jang Un approached the training site.
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Swish, swish—whack.
He could hear the distinct sound of swordsmanship echoing through the trees.
Clatter.
He slowed his pace and quietly hid behind a tree, peering toward the open clearing.
There, in the middle of the glade, was a young woman he had never seen before, gracefully practicing swordplay.
In the martial world, spying on someone’s training was a major taboo.
And Jang Un knew that.
He immediately turned his head, preparing to quietly walk away.
But his body refused to move.
The scene before him unfolded like a living painting.
Each of her movements was a brushstroke—elegant, flowing, and impossibly beautiful.
Had there ever been such a beautiful martial art?
It was like watching a goddess descend to earth, her blade weaving a dance beneath the heavens.
Snap—
As he tried to shift for a better view, his foot landed on a rotted branch.
Seong Yeon-hwa, who had known he was there all along, gave a perfectly timed shriek of surprise.
“Kyah!”
Her scream sent Jang Un into a full-blown panic.
“S-sorry, miss! I-I didn’t mean to watch—!”
And then he saw her face clearly for the first time.
He froze.
She was stunning.
But more than that—what were the chances someone else would be training out here?
Then again, it was a remote location. No one ever came this deep into the mountains. Maybe, just like him, she’d found this place peaceful for training.
Was she alone?
As the thought crossed his mind—
“Young lady!”
A plump older woman rushed over with graceful footwork, arriving in the blink of an eye.
“I heard a scream! Are you alright?”
“Mmm, Nanny, I’m fine. Just got startled.”
Her nanny’s face was twisted with concern.
“That damn scoundrel—!”
She was about to raise her voice when Yeon-hwa stopped her.
“Don’t be angry. I doubt he was trying to watch me on purpose. It must have been an accident.”
“Oh, young lady. What if your qi meridians had been disrupted? You could’ve been seriously hurt.”
The nanny winked at her with a mock-serious expression.
Overhearing them, Jang Un lowered his head in apology and pressed his fists together in the traditional martial greeting.
“I apologize. This area is usually empty, so I wasn’t cautious enough. I had no idea anyone would be here.”
Yeon-hwa smiled kindly.
“It’s alright. That could happen to anyone. I noticed signs of frequent training here—are you the one who made them?”
Jang Un nodded.
“Then I’m the one intruding on your space. I should be the one to apologize.”
“N-no, not at all! Please don’t feel that way! It’s not like this place belongs to anyone. You’re welcome to train here anytime.”
“Really?”
Yeon-hwa beamed, her smile like sunlight breaking through the trees.
Jang Un quickly turned his head away.
Looking at her any longer might cause his heart to burst.
The nanny chuckled and sent a silent message to Yeon-hwa.
—He’s completely smitten with you.
—Really?
—Trust me. I’ve got an eye for these things.
Yeon-hwa gave a small nod and turned to Jang Un.
“Um... would you mind waiting here for a moment while I go change clothes?”
“Oh, uh, yes! I-I’ll wait right here.”
“Thank you. I won’t be long.”
“Take your time!”
****
When she returned, dressed immaculately, her transformation was stunning.
Jang Un stared at her, dazed.
She touched her cheek with her hand and asked shyly,
“Is there something on my face?”
“No! I mean—n-no, you’re just... really beautiful. I couldn’t help it.”
Her face flushed pink.
It was the one thing she’d always wanted to hear—from the one person she wanted it from.
“Well... y-you’re very handsome too.”
“Thank you. Um... how did you find this place, if I may ask?”
“Oh, I was feeling a little stifled and came out for some fresh air. The scenery here was just so nice, I started swinging my sword without realizing.”
“I see. It really is beautiful. That’s why I like training here.”
“Do you come here often?”
“Yes, I train here regularly.”
“You’re amazing.”
Her compliment made Jang Un’s cheeks turn red.
“We haven’t even introduced ourselves properly. My name is Seong Yeon-hwa.”
“I—I’m Jang Un.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m... seventeen this year.”
“Same! Then... should we be friends?”
“I-I’d be honored!”
“Then let’s drop the formal speech.”
“O-okay... yeah.”
They were talking. Really talking.
And now they were... friends.
Which meant she had every reason to see him often.
She was beyond happy.
She’d spent days just watching him from afar, wishing for the chance to say even a single word—and now they were chatting and becoming friends.
“Do you train alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it lonely?”
“I only recently started training alone. I used to practice with friends.”
So she hadn’t imagined it. She’d seen him once surrounded by fellow students at the academy.
“But why alone now?”
“Oh, uh... someone suggested it might help us grow more individually. So we’re all training solo for a bit.”
Whoever made that suggestion deserved a prize.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Yeon-hwa quietly broke the silence.
“Hey... would it be okay if I joined you?”
“Huh?”
“I mean—this place is so nice, and I... kind of like it here.”
Jang Un’s heart soared.
He’d wanted to talk to her more, spend more time with her—and now she was asking to train together?
“Y-yeah, of course! I’ve been a little lonely training by myself anyway.”
Yeon Woo Jin had told him he’d be checking on his progress weekly—but Jang Un’s mind had already pushed that aside.
If he were thinking clearly, maybe he would’ve said no.
But he wasn’t.
He was completely, hopelessly taken with her.
It was the first time he’d ever had a female friend.
And not just any girl—a girl who looked like a dream come to life.
Honestly, it would’ve been strange if he weren’t head over heels by now.
When he said yes, Yeon-hwa nearly screamed for joy on the inside.
She wanted to jump for joy. Right there, right then — bounce around, squealing like a child.
But instead, Seong Yeon-hwa endured it all with near-superhuman patience, hiding her excitement behind a calm and modest smile.
“T-then, starting tomorrow... I already changed clothes today, so...”
“Got it.”
“Training makes you hungry, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Alright.”
Jang Un tilted his head slightly.
Hehe. Guess I’ll be cooking for him tomorrow myself!
The thought of feeding Jang Un filled Seong Yeon-hwa with giddy delight.
****
The Next Day
Yeon Woo Jin and the other students were watching Jang Un like hawks.
“Would you look at that? His soul’s not even in his body.”
“Must’ve had the time of his life yesterday.”
“Look at Seong Yeon-hwa over there in her disguise—her eyes are completely glazed over.”
“Yeah, I bet sparks flew between them last night.”
Yeon Woo Jin smirked at their teasing.
“I saw the whole thing.”
“What?!”
“I watched their little rendezvous.”
He wasn’t lying.
Yeon Woo Jin had hidden nearby yesterday and witnessed every moment unfold.
There was no way he’d miss out on something that entertaining.
“You jerk! Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Because you would’ve blown the whole thing.”
They accepted it immediately.
“...True enough.”
“C’mon, tell us everything. What happened exactly?”
Everyone crowded around Woo Jin, ears perked up.
“And what, you expect a full report for free? I’m risking my vocal cords here.”
“Oh, come on! Just name your price.”
“Yeah, we’ll scrape together everything we’ve got if that’s what it takes.”
“Alright, fine. I’ll tell you.”
They leaned in even closer.
Woo Jin began recounting what he saw in detail, and the others ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) listened so intently, it was as if they’d been there themselves.
“So... they’ve totally fallen for each other.”
“It’s fate. Straight-up destiny.”
But not every voice was hopeful.
“Still, the odds are stacked against them.”
“Yeah. She’s the daughter of the Golden Sword Manor’s lord, and he’s the son of a Guard Division captain... that’s a massive gap.”
“I bet her father’ll send someone to force Jang Un to give her up.”
The weight of bloodlines.
It hit Woo Jin in that moment — something he hadn’t considered.
There’s a saying: Marriage is between families, not people.
Which meant the status of each family was just as important as the people involved.
“...I didn’t think of that. I’ll need to come up with a plan.”
He’d have to make sure Jang Un could win the Golden Sword Manor Lord’s approval — no matter what.
“I’m heading out first. Don’t slack off — train hard.”
With that, Woo Jin quickly vanished into the distance.
The others just smiled after him.
How could they not follow someone like Yeon Woo Jin — a leader who gave his all for his people?
No matter what hardship lay ahead for them, they weren’t afraid.
Because standing behind them was Yeon Woo Jin — a solid, unwavering force.
They had only one job now.
To grow stronger, make him proud, and serve at his side.
One by one, they took their places and began their training with focused determination.
Golden Sword Manor
Lord Seong Hwang, the head of the Golden Sword Manor, was furiously clacking away at his abacus.
Clack-clack—clatter-clack.
His fingers moved so fast they blurred.
Thud.
He slammed the abacus down with frustration.
“Damn it! This still isn’t enough to beat the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion!”
The Golden Sword Manor had always aimed to surpass the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
But the gap between them remained stubbornly wide.
Every time he thought he’d caught up, the Pavilion slipped ahead again — impossible to pin down.
Seong Hwang ran a hand through his hair, gripping his scalp in frustration.
“This is insane. I’ve done everything I can, and I still can’t close the distance?”
He’d tried it all. Pushed every limit.
And still, the Pavilion remained out of reach.
Granted, the difference in scale had always been enormous.
Still, under his leadership, the Golden Sword Manor had closed that gap more than any generation before.
But it wasn’t enough.
He had made a vow — to defeat the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion during his tenure as lord.
He stared hard at the ledger, searching desperately for another route forward...
That’s when he heard a voice from outside his office — the voice of his steward, tense and urgent.
“Lord! Are you inside?”
Something was off. The steward never spoke in that tone.
“I’m here. Come in.”
Thud!
The door burst open as the steward hurried in.
“What is it?”
“You should come see for yourself.”
“Is it a guest?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Then why are you so shaken?”
“B-because the visitor is from the Inner Cabinet Hall. One of the vice heads.”
Snap—!
“What? One of the vice heads of the Inner Cabinet Hall?!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And... did they say why?”
“They only said they had urgent business with you, Lord.”
“I see. You’ve taken them to the guest chamber, yes?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Then let’s go.”
Seong Hwang wasted no time. He bolted from the room, the steward close behind.
When Seong Hwang reached the guest chamber, he quickly bowed low and offered a martial greeting.
“Welcome! What brings you to our humble manor so late at night?”
“Good evening. You’re the manor lord, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“My apologies for coming unannounced at such an hour. But my master insisted I deliver this message today.”
“No trouble at all. Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you.”
With his heart pounding, Seong Hwang sat down stiffly across from the man.
What in the world could this be about?
He couldn’t afford to offend them — not even a little.
If he angered the Inner Cabinet Hall, everything he’d built could collapse overnight.
After all, any product distributed within the Martial God Sect had to be approved by the Inner Cabinet.
And the man sitting across from him — he was the vice head of that very institution.
Supplying the Martial God Sect wasn’t just a privilege — it was a license to print money.
The mere rumor that your goods were used by the Sect could make them sell like wildfire.
But beyond the profits, the honor and status it brought were unmatched.
And right now, everything depended on the next words out of this man's mouth.