The Martial God with Psychic Powers

At Yeon Woo Jin’s words, both Sect Leader Baekwoon and Elder Baekheo blinked in unison, their faces blank with confusion.

They had heard something—but the words didn’t make sense.
A brief silence passed.
Baekwoon was the first to speak.

“W-What do you mean by that? The Demonic Sect? Are you referring to that Demonic Sect? The one that disappeared centuries ago?”
“Yes. I’m referring to that very Demonic Sect.”
“No…”

It was disorienting.
The Demonic Sect?
They had allowed themselves a moment of relief, believing peace would last… and now this?

That was when the manuals caught their eye.
They had wondered why the Master of Martial Deity Heaven had returned these lost texts—now the reason became clear.
“So this is why you returned these manuals? So we could prepare by learning them?”
“Yes.”

“Haah… These aren’t techniques one can simply learn because they want to. They require years of study and relentless training to grasp.”
“I’ve already done the research. I’ll explain the techniques in full detail and teach you.”
The moment Woo Jin mentioned “research,” a flicker of discomfort crossed both men’s faces.

Seeing that, Woo Jin apologized.
“I’m sorry. In the process of confirming whether they were genuine, I accidentally mastered them without realizing it.”
“You mastered them? Then… are you saying you can perform the Taiji Wisdom Sword?”

“Yes.”
“Hahh… I see. How long did it take you?”
“Approximately… one sijin.”

“Not the time you spent reading the manual—the time it took to master it.”
“Yes. I learned the Taiji Wisdom Sword in about one sijin.”
The two men blinked at him, wide-eyed.

“T-That’s absurd!”
“Everyone says that.”
Was he telling the truth?

But ask anyone. Would they believe it?
No—they’d likely get angry and accuse him of spouting madness.
It wasn’t just any technique—it was the Taiji Wisdom Sword, profound and notoriously difficult to learn.
And he claimed to have mastered it in a single sijin?

If it were true… then how much of a genius was Yeon Woo Jin?
It would be a level far beyond human capability.
They wanted to know if it was true.

Baekwoon pondered briefly, then opened a drawer behind him and took out a manual.
“This is a martial technique I developed late in my life. No one besides me has ever laid eyes on it.”
The reason he handed it over was obvious.

“I’m sorry. It’s not that I doubt you… I’m just curious. I truly want to know if it’s possible.”
“I understand.”
Woo Jin took the manual and began reading.

Time passed.
“…Wow. This is incredible. With this, Wudang’s martial arts will evolve to an entirely new dimension.”
As Woo Jin praised it, Baekwoon couldn’t help but smile.

“I haven’t even named it yet. You flatter me.”
“No, I mean it. I should be the one thanking you for sharing something so valuable.”
Then Woo Jin moved his hand.

Pah-rarak—
Thin layers began forming, one after another, over his palm.
They shimmered, glinting in layers of iridescent light with every movement—like silk rippling in the breeze.

Baekwoon’s face twisted in shock.
It hadn’t even been half a sijin, and yet Woo Jin was demonstrating the technique perfectly.
All he could do was gape at Woo Jin, then at the hand performing the skill.

“It’s a beautiful technique. It’s like building up layers of silk. But aside from its beauty, I imagine anyone hit by it would be in for a nightmare.”
Each of the stacked layers carried immense power.
Ten of them overlapping meant the opponent would be struck ten times in a single instant.

The closer to the center, the greater the compression and intensity.
“It’s like stacking ten layers of silk.”

At Woo Jin’s words, Baekwoon stroked his beard thoughtfully, as if something came to mind.

“Ten layers of silk… Sipdanggeum…”
He broke into a wide smile.
“Excellent. Let’s call this technique Sipdanggeum—‘Ten-Layered Brocade.’”
“That’s a fitting name.”

Pang—
The brocade shimmering over Woo Jin’s hand vanished.
It was now undeniable.

Yeon Woo Jin might really have mastered the Taiji Wisdom Sword and Two Principles Supreme Art in just one sijin.
“You’re truly remarkable. We must never become enemies with our benefactor.”
“You flatter me.”

The shock gave way to a sense of relief.
When he first mentioned the Demonic Sect’s return, their hearts dropped—but now they remembered: Yeon Woo Jin was on their side.
And beyond that, the Master of Martial Deity Heaven still stood firm.

With his heart calmed, Baekwoon asked:
“What can we do to assist? We will follow your instructions faithfully.”
“First, both of you must master these two techniques. Not only you, Sect Leader, but also Wudang’s next heir.”

“Hmm… Very well. But won’t that take too much of your time, Benefactor?”
“There’s a formation called Temporal Displacement Formation. It separates time inside from outside. One day outside equals a month within. You can train there.”
The surprises just kept coming.

Was there truly such a formation?
But… if Yeon Woo Jin said it, it somehow felt believable.
“Currently, Myung Cheon is training inside it.”

At the mention of Myung Cheon, both Baekwoon and Baekheo’s eyes widened.
“H-He… How is he?”
“He’s now fully harmonized with the Azure Dragon. There will be no more berserk episodes. Congratulations. You’ve gained a talent on par with the Heavenly Martial Physique.”

“Ha ha ha! That’s truly wonderful news.”
“However, there is one issue.”
The moment they heard “issue,” the two elders tensed again.

“W-What is it?”
“The Seven Star Sword Technique he had learned doesn’t align with the Azure Dragon’s energy. It limits his potential.”
“Then… is there another technique you’d recommend?”

“With the Nine Palace Heaven-Breaking Sword, he’ll be able to fully wield the Azure Dragon’s strength.”
“Ha ha ha! That’s perfect. I’ll hand it over immediately!”
“Please give it to me. I’ll deliver it personally.”

“Ha ha, Baekheo, you will? Well, as Myung Cheon’s master, it’s only right. Go ahead.”
With Baekwoon’s permission, Baekheo beamed brightly.
It felt like all the suffering he had endured was being lifted in an instant.

The disciple who was once scorned as mad was now revealed to be a once-in-a-generation prodigy destined to leave his mark on Wudang’s history—how could he not feel elated?
He couldn’t wait to see the expressions on the senior disciples who had mocked Myung Cheon.
Baekwoon, seeing the grin on Baekheo’s face, gave a faint chuckle.

“Actually, I had planned to gather everyone today anyway.”
Baekheon looked puzzled for a moment, but then he understood and nodded with a smile.
“Oh, and one more thing.”

“There’s more? I’m starting to get scared.”
“It’s nothing serious this time. I’ve been instructing a few of your first-generation disciples.”
“Instructing them?”

Woo Jin explained everything that had happened with the senior disciples.
“Is that true?”
“Yes.”

“Those insolent brats!”
“That’s why I plan to correct their behavior.”
“Haa… And we’ve pushed even this onto you, Benefactor? What does that make us?”

“Please leave it to me. I’ll reform them completely.”
After a moment’s thought, Baekwoon began writing on a sheet of paper.
He stamped it with the Sect Leader’s seal and handed it to Woo Jin.

It was an order stating that the first-generation disciples were to obey Yeon Woo Jin without question.
“The debts we owe you keep piling up. I don’t know how we’ll ever repay them.”
“I’m doing this because I want to. You don’t have to worry. Let’s begin your training tomorrow at this same time.”

“Understood. We’ll be ready.”

 
****

Inside the Temporal Displacement Formation, everyone sat slumped and hollow-eyed.
They’d tried meditating and training at first, anything to make time pass.
But by the end of a «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» month, boredom had taken over.

Could time even move this slowly?
Honestly, they weren’t sure if it had only been a month—it felt like longer.
They could only guess by their bodily cycles—eat three meals, sleep once, and that made a day.

Just as they lay around in boredom—
“Clicking your tongues already? Looks serious.”
Startled by Yeon Woo Jin’s voice, they shot up like they’d been struck.

Tears welled in their eyes as they rushed to him.
“W-We thought you weren’t coming!”
“Not coming? I always keep my word. But it seems none of you were really training, huh?”

“W-We just… couldn’t tell how much time had passed, and with no clear goals, we didn’t know what to do…”
“Alright. Then I’ll give you goals.”
“But… how long has it been outside?”

“It’s only been one day.”
Everyone nodded—they had guessed right.
“Don’t worry. Soon you won’t even notice time passing.”

“What do you mean?”
Chwak—
Woo Jin unfurled a sheet of paper in front of the Myeongja Taoists.

“What’s this?”
“Read it.”
The Taoists read the paper.

It bore the Sect Leader’s seal and a clear order: they were to obey Yeon Woo Jin without question. If they disobeyed, disciplinary action would be handled by him as well.
“I-Is this real?”
“Yes. You are now officially my trainees.”

They all looked like they were about to cry.
“Well, we’ll be spending a lot of time together. Let’s get along. And I suggest you listen well.”
He smiled brightly—which only made it scarier.

They already knew what kind of man Yeon Woo Jin was.
Everyone nodded solemnly.
“Then let’s begin.”

Yeon Woo Jin was determined to utterly reshape their rotten mindset.
 
****

The Sect Leader’s emergency summons brought all the elders together.
None of them knew what the agenda was—everyone speculated.
“Maybe he’s decided to expel Myung Cheon.”

“That’s the only suggestion we made recently, so it’s possible.”
“Or maybe it’s the opposite. Maybe he’s gathering us to make it clear that we must never bring up expelling Myung Cheon again.”
As the elders continued gossiping about Myung Cheon—

“Seniors! I’m disappointed. Why are you always so obsessed with getting rid of our Myung Cheon?”
They turned toward the voice—Elder Baekheo stood there, healthy and composed.
The gathered elders all broke into smiles and rushed to him.

“You’ve recovered fully?”
“No pain anywhere?”
“Yes, I’m perfectly fine now. But seriously, I’m disappointed. Why are you so desperate to drive Myung Cheon away?”

“Why, you fool. You almost died because of him!”
“He had fits of madness and disrupted the entire sect. He interfered with the other disciples’ training.”
“Do you think we wanted to do this?”

“I’m sorry, but we have to put Wudang first.”
“Even if you hate us, Wudang comes before everything.”
They all avoided Baekheo’s gaze while saying their piece.

“Seeing you healthy now… it must mean the Sect Leader summoned us to protect Myung Cheon.”
“That’s right. One of the reasons for today’s meeting is about Myung Cheon.”
“One of? Then there are other matters as well?”

“You’ll hear it directly from the Sect Leader.”
“Hmph…”
As they all grew curious—

Baekwoon appeared.
“All of you—take your seats.”