The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 37

"Are you really not interested in becoming the Martial God Sect Leader?"

At Sama Cheon's question, Yeon Woo Jin shook his head.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You have to work all the time. Both my grandfather and you are always busy."

"Still, you'd become the supreme ruler of the world. As a man, shouldn’t you have that kind of grand ambition?"

"I don’t have anything like that. My ambition is to live a simple, peaceful life."

At Yeon Woo Jin’s answer, Sama Cheon made a slightly serious expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You... is it because your martial arts are weak?"

"Huh?"

"You little brat. Your grandfather told me everything. That you’re a genius with your mind, but not with martial arts."

"Grandpa said that?"

"Want me to help you? Tell your grandfather to get you one Martial God Golden Pill. If you take that, I’ll set up a formation and forcibly change your constitution. How about it?"

"That’s possible?"

"Look at this kid. Sounds like you’re interested now?"

"Yes."

If that was possible, he could also change Jang Un’s constitution.

Lately, while training him, the limits had started to show.

"Have you heard of the Muscle-Reversing Yoga Formation?"

"No."

Seeing Yeon Woo Jin’s intrigued expression, Sama Cheon lit up with excitement.

"It’s a formation from the Kingdom of Tianzhu. It forcibly alters a person’s physical constitution. But it doesn’t work just like that—you first have to learn something called Yoga Art. The process is a little painful, but what do you think? You could get stronger."

"Of course! If I can get stronger, a bit of pain is nothing!"

"Hahaha! Acting like you didn’t want it, but you wanted it badly, huh?"

"So? Tell me more. What exactly is this Yoga Art?"

"Yoga Art is like inner energy training from the Kingdom of Tianzhu. Just like how we sit in the lotus position to regulate our breathing and energy, they do that with unique poses."

"Unique poses?"

"Hard to explain in words. Come to my room. I’ll show you the book and explain properly."

"Okay!"

****

Yeon Woo Jin opened the book titled Yoga Art of Tianzhu and couldn’t hide his disbelief.

"Is—Is this really something a human can do?"

The poses in the book looked like creatures with no bones—twisted and strange.

"You’re wondering too, right? Can a human really do this? But they can. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You saw it?"

"Of course. I went to Tianzhu myself."

"They really train like this? How can you even focus on breathing in poses like these?"

"This is what early martial arts looked like. When it came to the Central Plains, it evolved into something more comfortable—that’s how we got the current lotus position."

"Ah! Now that you mention it, Tianzhu was the origin of martial arts, right?"

"Yeah. Some say it was Bodhidharma who passed martial arts down, but that’s wrong. Martial arts existed in the Central Plains long before that. The proof is in the prehistoric martial techniques stored in the Infinite Archives’ Celestial Chamber."

"I saw those. They were purely instinctual."

"Instinctual and simple, yes—but more than anything, they were concise and powerful."

"Right."

"Anyway, with Yoga Art, you have to train your muscles and joints to move completely freely like this. That part’s a bit rough."

"It doesn’t look just a bit rough."

"Exactly. It’s really rough. But if you can get stronger, you can push through a trial like this, right?"

"Absolutely."

"Hahaha! So, when do you want to start?"

Yeon Woo Jin thought for a moment.

He had to try it himself first before passing it on to others.

"Why wait? Let’s do it now while we’re talking about it."

"Hahaha! You’re bold, just like your grandfather. Blood doesn’t lie. You’re definitely of the Sect Leader’s blood! All right! Let’s begin right now!"

****

"You... what the hell are you?"

Sama Cheon stared at Yeon Woo Jin in disbelief.

"What? Did something go wrong? That’s weird, this should be right."

"No... the posture is perfect. But why the hell... did you succeed on the first try?"

"I know, right? My body’s more flexible than I thought."

"More than flexible—it’s freakish. Doesn’t it hurt?"

"No, it actually feels refreshing."

"Refreshing?!"

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Sama Cheon thought to himself:

‘Wait... is that pose easier than I thought?’

After a brief hesitation, Sama Cheon sat down and tried to mimic the pose.

A few seconds later—

"AAAGH! M-MY ARM! MY ARM!!"

His arm muscles twisted grotesquely as Sama Cheon screamed in agony.

Yeon Woo Jin quickly released his pose and helped untangle the muscles.

"Are you okay?"

"Hah... Hah... Okay? I just saw my dead wife waving at me. This... this really isn’t something humans are meant to do..."

Sama Cheon stared at Yeon Woo Jin like he was some kind of monster.

"A monster’s blood really does breed a monster..."

"Are you going to keep calling a perfectly normal person a monster?"

"But it’s true! You call yourself human? Doing that disgusting pose perfectly on the first try?"

"I’m young, you know. Master, you’re getting older."

"Is that it...?"

Didn’t seem like it.

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"A-Alright..."

Yeon Woo Jin twisted his body again into another bizarre position and calmly stayed in it. Sama Cheon shook his head.

"Definitely a monster... Wait a minute. Could the whole ‘weak martial arts’ thing be a lie too?"

It was a reasonable suspicion.

‘He said he wasn’t interested in the Sect Leader seat. Maybe he’s hiding his power on purpose?’

There was no way a descendant of Yeon Cheon-baek could be weak.

That sly bastard was definitely hiding something.

Was there a way to confirm it?

‘I’ll need to tweak the Muscle-Reversing Yoga Formation.’

If he layered the Illusory Sky Gate Formation around the Muscle-Reversing Formation, then when Yeon Woo Jin’s constitution improved and he awakened, he’d see a hallucination of being attacked—and that would make him reveal his real strength.

‘Perfect. That’s the best way.’

Sama Cheon slowly stood up and deliberately muttered loud enough for Yeon Woo Jin to hear.

"Ahem! Well then, I suppose I’ll go set up the Muscle-Reversing Yoga Formation."

He hurriedly left the room.

****

“Seriously...”

Sama Cheon shook his head as he watched Yeon Woo Jin seated inside the Muscle-Reversing Yoga Formation.

“This is the first time I’ve realized that a human body could twist up like a rope.”

“It actually helps with regulating my breath and internal energy.”

“R-Really...? I think I understand why our ancestors changed the posture for breathing exercises to the lotus position.”

“To be fair, this posture is a bit complicated to pull off.”

“‘A bit complicated’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. A normal person would dislocate every bone in their body and nearly die trying to get into that pose.”

“I agree. Honestly. I’ll have to find an easier way to teach it.”

“That’s your problem. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll activate the Muscle-Reversing Formation.”

“Please, go ahead.”

“Alright then.”

Sama Cheon placed a single stone to the south.

At once, a radiant light flared up around Yeon Woo Jin, wrapping around him.

Creak—Crack—

A mysterious force began twisting Yeon Woo Jin’s body even further, though it was already knotted like a rope.

Sama Cheon began to worry the boy might actually die from this.

Just as he moved to cancel the formation—

The twisted body suddenly unraveled at high speed.

At the same time, Yeon Woo Jin’s joints bent in strange ways, and his muscles bulged.

As the process ended, his physique began to transform.

Muscles that were once asymmetrical realigned themselves into perfect symmetry, sculpting a body ideal for martial arts.

It should’ve been excruciating, but strangely, Yeon Woo Jin’s expression remained calm.

‘Doesn’t it hurt?’

His body had just been twisted and stretched to extremes, and yet he looked completely at peace.

Sama Cheon couldn’t comprehend it.

A few moments later—

The light of the formation faded, and Yeon Woo Jin opened his eyes.

That very instant, the Illusory Sky Gate Formation that Sama Cheon had prepared began to activate.

‘Alright, let’s see it—your real power.’

Sama Cheon, convinced Yeon Woo Jin had been hiding his strength, watched him carefully.

And then—

“Th-That’s!”

Sama Cheon’s eyes widened as he saw Yeon Woo Jin’s irises darken to pitch black.

“The Black Eyes! As expected of that bloodline. Still, when they activate... the user’s personality changes... Is he the same?”

But before he could finish murmuring—

Yeon Woo Jin spoke.

“This is... the Illusory Sky Gate Formation.”

“Huh?”

“You set it up to confirm whether the Muscle-Reversing Formation worked properly, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes, exactly.”

Yeon Woo Jin gave a small smirk.

“I don’t think that’s quite it though...”

Sama Cheon flinched at his words.

The truth was, Yeon Woo Jin had already figured out why Sama Cheon activated the formation.

‘So he’s curious about my power.’

But he couldn’t hide it forever.

It might be better to just show him and ask him to keep it secret.

Besides, even if his grandfather found out, it didn’t matter.

Even if he was pushed to become the Martial God Sect Leader, he could always just say no.

The only reason he hadn’t said anything was because he didn’t want to disappoint his grandfather.

‘How much should I show him?’

Since he’d decided to reveal some of his power to Sama Cheon, he needed to choose the right amount.

‘Five gates should be enough.’

He’d show the same level of strength known to Jeokseong, Ma Ryang, and Cheon Ho-seong.

“Transcendental Gate Unlocking — Five Gates Opened.”

KUUUOOOOOOM—

Massive energy surged from Yeon Woo Jin’s body, undulating like a tide.

The sheer force of it was enough to make the Illusory Sky Gate Formation start to crumble.

“H-How the hell... What the fuck is this?!”

He’d thought Yeon Woo Jin was maybe a bit stronger than the upper-tier disciples of other sects.

“T-This kind of power... This is Martial God Eight Heavens level!”

He had gone beyond the realm of high-level disciples.

Even if they ranked him among the top ranks of the Martial God Sect right now, no one could object.

Sama Cheon instinctively understood—

It didn’t matter who became the next Sect Leader.

They would just be a puppet.

Because the real monster was right here.

“Should I show you more?”

Yeon Woo Jin’s voice broke his thoughts.

“N-No. I’ll cancel the formation right now.”

“Please do. I’ve shown you what you wanted to see.”

He even knew why Sama Cheon had activated the formation.

Not only was he overwhelmingly powerful, but brilliant too.

Truly a perfect balance of intellect and martial prowess.

And he wasn’t even twenty years old yet.

‘This is insane. That lunatic Yeon Cheon-baek... What the hell did he unleash into the world?’

Sama Cheon’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor in shock.

Yeon Woo Jin slowly walked out, already back to looking like an ordinary boy.

“Please don’t tell my grandfather. At least for now. I’m begging you.”

“Why?”

“If I say I don’t want to become Sect Leader even with this power, I think he’d be disappointed.”

“So just take the position.”

“It’s too much trouble.”

To Yeon Woo Jin, the position of Martial God Sect Leader was just an annoying chore.

“Then promise me one thing.”

“Go ahead.”

“If the Martial God Sect is ever in danger... you’ll protect it.”

“Of course. My grandfather built it. I’ll protect it, no question.”

“Good. That’s all I need. Until you say otherwise, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you.”

“Was that your full power, what you showed me?”

Yeon Woo Jin smiled.

“Who knows? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.”

‘No—it wasn’t. He didn’t even look tired afterward.’

Which meant...

‘He’s surpassed even the Martial God Eight Heavens. Could it be...? As absurd as it sounds...’

Could he have already surpassed Yeon Cheon-baek?

At that age?

Sama Cheon swallowed hard.

Maybe, just maybe, he was witnessing the birth of a once-in-history absolute being.

“By the way, this formation really works. My internal energy is finally circulating properly now.”

“What?”

What was he talking about now?

“I had fifty years of internal energy stored up.”

Sama Cheon thought nothing could surprise him anymore.

He was wrong.

“Y-You expect me to believe that? That overwhelming power you showed couldn’t possibly be just fifty years of internal energy.”

“I used Inner Power Amplification Art. It multiplies internal energy tenfold.”

And what the hell was that?!

Sama Cheon had thought he was the smartest man alive.

Today, he just felt like an idiot.

“Woo Jin...”

“Yes, Master?”

“Today... I’m very tired. Let’s talk again tomorrow.”

“Okay.”