The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 88

After rescuing Gam Tae and Yun Gong,

Go Seung became aware of something troubling: the intermediate students of Baekyeong were being quietly harassed by others from rival academies.

He immediately brought Gam Tae and Yun Gong with him and began patrolling the area to protect their fellow students.

The ones he rescued began opening their hearts to him—and slowly, Go Seung was acknowledged as the true top-ranked intermediate.

Before, they simply lacked a focal point. Without a pillar, the students couldn’t unite.

Now, they began to gather around one.

But Go Seung was troubled.

Unlike the lowerclassmen, who had undergone rigorous training under Yeon Woo Jin and developed into a solid, disciplined force, the intermediate class was weak—so frail they looked like they’d collapse if left alone.

To make matters worse, this particular class was filled with students from the scholars’ division, not the martial division.

Eventually, Go Seung brought his concerns to Yeon Woo Jin.

“Senior Go Seung, do you see any talent worth cultivating?”

“Yes. I’ve had my eye on two or three students.”

“Only two or three? That’s not much.”

“As you know... there just aren’t many from the martial division among us.”

At his response, Yeon Woo Jin turned to Gong Ya-cheon.

“Bring me a list of martial division students among the intermediate seniors.”

Gong Ya-cheon nodded and immediately set off to compile the names.

“For now, bring those two or three you mentioned to the Baek Pharmacy.”

“To the Baek Pharmacy, sir?”

“Yes.”

“Understood. Come to think of it, they should probably be made aware of who you really are, too.”

“I told you, just call me Woo Jin.”

“I... can’t do that. This is more comfortable for me. I’m barely restraining myself from calling you ‘my liege’ as it is...”

From the side, Bang Un nodded vigorously in agreement, his face sincere.

“Shouldn’t you be off training?”

“Huh? I-I was on my way!”

He had stopped because he resonated so deeply with Go Seung’s words.

Bang Un scurried off, and Yeon Woo Jin chuckled quietly.

Adorable fools.

He turned back to Go Seung.

“Anyway, make sure you explain everything properly. They might be overwhelmed.”

“Understood.”

“I heard the intermediate class has taken quite a beating from the other academies?”

“Y-Yes. That’s... entirely my failure.”

“It’s enough that you’re fixing it now.”

“The lowerclassmen haven’t suffered the same, right?”

“No word of it yet. Not that it should happen. I raised those kids myself.”

Looking at Yeon Woo Jin’s face, it was obvious—if one of the lowerclassmen did lose to another academy, they'd probably wish for death instead.

The reason the intermediates had become such a target was largely due to false rumors.

People heard their top student had lost to a lowerclassman. That he didn’t fit in with his peers. That he stood alone.

These whispers made them seem like easy prey.

And Baekyeong’s dominance over the southern region had only stoked rival academies’ resentment.

They wanted to crush the intermediates now—cripple the next generation before it could rise.

Go Seung vowed that would never happen again.

The next day.

Two students arrived at the Baek Pharmacy, following Go Seung.

What they saw shocked them.

A scene that looked straight out of the Martial God Sect’s elite training grounds.

The pressure in the air was overwhelming. Like it could split the sky.

“Are... are those all lowerclassmen?”

At Gam Tae’s question, Go Seung nodded.

“Yep. All lowerclassmen.”

“Was Seon Woo Baek the one leading all of them?”

“No. None of these students follow Seon Woo Baek.”

“Then... Gwak Pyeong?”

“He’s part of it, but they follow someone else.”

“Even Senior Gwak follows him?”

“Yup.”

Gam Tae and Yun Gong exchanged baffled looks.

And then—

“Are these the two?”

A voice echoed from above.

All heads turned upward.

“Wh-What the hell?”

They looked up in disbelief—at a figure descending slowly, as if walking on invisible steps in the sky.

“Sky-Stepping?”

“But... he’s wearing a lowerclassman’s uniform...”

A lowerclassman using Sky-Stepping?

Impossible.

That technique required cultivation at the Manifested Realm or higher. It wasn’t something a kid at their level could ever dream of using.

“That’s correct,” said Go Seung—in formal speech.

He was addressing the lowerclassman... respectfully.

Gam Tae turned, stunned, to see Go Seung bowing deeply.

He couldn’t understand what was happening.

Was this a dream?

“Bow. This is Baekyeong’s true number one.”

“Not Gwak Pyeong?”

Oops.

He realized too late what he’d said and shut his mouth.

Gwak Pyeong was strong, sure—but strength on the level of Sky-Stepping made everything else meaningless.

Tap-tap—

Descending slowly from the air, Yeon Woo Jin landed gently before them.

The two seniors stared at him like he was a ghost.

Yeon Woo Jin smiled.

“You look surprised. I put on a bit of a show to make myself known. I hope it wasn’t too much.”

Sky-Stepping... just a “show”?

“What are you doing? I said bow.”

Snapping out of it, the two quickly bowed.

“It’s... it’s an honor. I’m Gam Tae, intermediate class.”

“Yun Gong, sir.”

They couldn’t help but speak in formal language.

They felt they had to.

There was an aura around him—a noble presence they couldn’t explain.

This wasn’t someone they could even think of approaching casually.

“Pleasure to meet you, seniors. I heard you’ve had some trouble with other academies. Is that still happening?”

“N-No, not anymore. Go Seung handled it.”

“Well, ‘handled’ isn’t the word. If you're second and third in the rankings, you should have the strength to back it—and carry yourselves so no one dares to look down on you.”

“W-We’re sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I called you here to give you strength. If Baekyeong’s future seniors are weak, what will people say?”

‘Future seniors... of the strongest Baekyeong?’

“This year we take the South. Next year, the Central and West. The year after that—East and North. I’m planning to create a legacy that’s never been seen before. So even if you don’t live up to that, you should at least have the power not to bring shame.”

Their eyes lit up at his words.

So he’s the one training those lowerclassmen we saw...

If we train under him, we can become strong too.

A man who used Sky-Stepping like it was nothing... wanted to help them grow stronger.

This was fate.

Both dropped to their knees before him.

“We’ll follow you!”

“We’ll do anything, if it means getting stronger!”

“The path is a painful one.”

“We can endure any pain!”

“If I never have to suffer humiliation again, I’d sell my soul!”

Yeon Woo Jin felt their conviction.

With that kind of will, they could become strong.

He smiled.

“Good. Then let’s start with the basics. Senior Go Seung.” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

“Yes!”

“Put them through foundation training first.”

“Understood!”

***

Gam Tae and Yun Gong followed Go Seung to the foundational training grounds.

On the way, they couldn’t hold back their questions.

“So... who is he, really?”

“Is he seriously just another student like us?”

Go Seung gave a faint smile.

“Curious, are you?”

“Of course!”

“He used Sky-Stepping right in front of us!”

“To be at the Manifested Realm already... at that age?”

“With that kind of power, why didn’t he enter the Martial God Sect’s Successor Selection? He could’ve been a real contender.”

“Are the other candidates even more monstrous than that?”

At their conversation, Go Seung spoke up.

“You’ve got it wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Woo Jin-nim isn’t at the Manifested Realm.”

“Then what? Is he at the Enlightened Realm? You can’t do Sky-Stepping at that level.”

“Who said he was Enlightened?”

“Then what is he? N-No way... no way.”

“It’s true. He’s at the Mythic Realm.”

“...That’s insane!”

“I reacted the same way when I found out.”

“Y-You’re serious?”

Go Seung nodded solemnly.

“With that kind of power... why is he still in the academy?”

“He said he doesn’t want to be the next Sect Master.”

“What? Why?”

“Said it’s too much work. Can’t even get proper rest.”

“...Wow.”

“But how would he know that? It’s not like he’s been Sect Master.”

“His grandfather is the Martial God Sect Master.”

“Wha—!”

“Cough—!”

They both nearly choked.

Wide-eyed, they stared at Go Seung.

“You’re not joking?”

“Nope. I was just as stunned as you are.”

He’s the blood grandson of the Martial God Sect Master. And terrifyingly powerful.

There wouldn’t be a single voice of opposition if he just took the Successor’s seat without even entering the competition.

But he refused—simply because he didn’t want it.

That kind of decision... was incomprehensible to people like them.

Someone refusing the seat at the very peak of the martial world?

And even more shocking—the current Sect Master actually respected his decision.

“W-Wait... the Sect Master accepted that?”

“From what I hear, the Sect Master can’t say no to Woo Jin-nim.”

“What?”

“Maybe it’s because he’s his grandson, but the rumors say he dotes on him to no end.”

“He is his grandson. Of course he dotes on him.”

“You clearly don’t know the Sect Master’s personality.”

“Oh, I know.”

“That fiery old man... submitting to someone?”

“Even so, shouldn’t the Successor seat go to his grandson?”

“Exactly. A competition? If there weren’t any qualified relatives, sure—but someone that strong is right there!”

No matter how they tried to rationalize it, they couldn’t.

A grandson refusing the peak of the world because he couldn’t be bothered—and a grandfather accepting it?

That was beyond their understanding.

“We’re going to try convincing him someday.”

“Convincing him to...?”

“To challenge for the Sect Master # Nоvеlight # seat. If he does, you two could become part of the next Sect Master’s personal elite guard.”

Thump.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

A dream began to form.

They imagined themselves following the future Sect Master, roaming the Central Plains at his side.

They clenched their fists so tightly their knuckles turned white.

Their eyes burned with blazing resolve.

“We’ll get strong or die trying!”

“Let’s move! Every second we waste is a step behind!”

They charged ahead with renewed vigor—only for Go Seung to call out behind them, amused.

“Not that way. It’s left.”

The two instantly swerved in the correct direction, and Go Seung chuckled to himself.

****

Martial God Sect – Ascension Hall

A special institution dedicated to discovering and cultivating future talent for the Martial God Sect.

All senior academies within the Sect operated under its management and supervision.

At its helm sat Yang Munseong, Director of the Ascension Hall. He was currently reviewing reports from various academies, analyzing potential candidates for the next generation of elites.

“The strongest in the Western Region is Blackstone Academy.”

“Of course. That’s where Bang Go is, right? That kid’s exceptional.”

“Yes, sir. Central Command has already marked him as a top priority. Everyone’s waiting for the right moment to recruit him.”

“Not just Central. The Five Peaks Divine Families are eyeing him too.”

“Excellent. Very good. What about the North?”

“In the North, Black Tiger Academy has a rising star named Ho Cheon.”

“Oh, him! Right. He’s still only an intermediate student, and yet he’s crushed every other academy outside Central. With him, Black Tiger will remain the Northern powerhouse next year as well.”

Yang Munseong beamed with pride.

The next generation of talent was blooming before his very eyes.

This was always his favorite time of year.

It was when the next top contenders began to reveal themselves.

And it wasn’t just about strength.

What strategies did the students use? How did they overcome adversity?

If they didn’t have the overwhelming force of a future Sect Master, they needed cunning and intellect to survive in the harsh world of the Martial God Sect.

The heads of the Ascension Hall were deep in discussion, debating which academies to watch, which students to scout.

A truly inspiring sight.

Yang Munseong looked over the group with satisfaction—until he noticed one man sitting quietly.

It was Hwang Soong, the representative for the Southern Region—the region generally considered the weakest of the four.

“So, Hwang Soong, why so quiet? Surely there are some promising names from the South as well.”

At his words, Hwang Soong shook his head.

“There are a few decent ones... but none that can really be mentioned in the same breath as the others.”

Yang Munseong gave a sympathetic smile.

“Ah... I know your attachment to the South runs deep, given that it’s your home. But it can’t be helped, can it? The Southern Region has always attracted more scholars than warriors.”