The Martial God with Psychic Powers

Why the hell did the Master of Martial Deity Heaven suddenly get brought up?
More importantly—did the Master of Martial Deity Heaven even have a grandson?
At that moment, he remembered being completely subdued by Yeon Woo Jin without being able to resist.
Come to think of it, he wasn’t just gifted with some special ability—he was overwhelmingly strong.
With a grandson like that, why had there even been a competition for the heir to the Master of Martial Deity Heaven?
He couldn’t make sense of it at all.
There must be some deeper story behind it, he thought to himself.
First, calming his startled heart, Tang Mugun offered Yeon Woo Jin a martial salute.
The sensation in his left hand—something he had thought he’d never feel again—moved him beyond words.
“Benevolent One! Forgive me. I should have offered my thanks earlier. I sincerely thank you.”
At Tang Mugun’s bow, Tang Gihwan and Tang Baek, standing nearby, also performed martial salutes and bowed at the waist.
“Thank you, Benevolent One!”
“It’s nothing.”
When Yeon Woo Jin waved it off, Tang Mugun spoke again.
“What are you saying? From this day forward, you shall be honored as the Tang Clan’s supreme benefactor.”
“I’m concerned. Your clan may have to repay me double... but the grace you’ve granted us is as vast as the heavens. I don’t even know how we could possibly repay it. Hahaha.”
“There is one way to repay that grace.”
At the mention of a way to repay the favor, the three men pricked up their ears.
Seeing their reactions, Yeon Woo Jin said,
“This isn’t really the place to be discussing this. Let’s clean up and speak somewhere quiet.”
Tang Mugun, glancing around at the surroundings, nodded in agreement.
“Ah! You’re right. Understood. Then we’ll meet again this evening.”
 
****
The commotion had passed, but the Tang Clan household was buzzing.
It was all because the Head of Clan had decided to throw a grand feast to celebrate their ordeal finally coming to an end.
Inside the Tang Clan’s main hall, the banquet table groaned under the weight of delicacies from land and sea.
“Please, try this.”
Tang Mugun, the Grand Elder himself, was personally serving food to Yeon Woo Jin.
If any other members of the Tang Clan had seen this scene, they would’ve dropped dead in shock.
Thankfully, only one person was visibly in a state of disbelief.
It was Tang Mun, the Tang Clan’s Young Head.
He couldn’t make heads or tails of the current situation.
His younger brother, Tang Baek, had suffered a life-threatening affliction, and the entire clan had been in chaos, with no signs of resolution in sight.
As the Young Head, he was acutely aware of just how serious things had been.
But now, that crisis had vanished in the blink of an eye.
And what’s more, his grandfather’s severed arm had regrown.
At first, he thought he was hallucinating. He rubbed his eyes and double-checked over and over again.
And then, before he even realized it, he did something completely out of character.
He had always feared his grandfather and never dared to go near him. But before he knew it, he had stepped forward and touched the regenerated left arm.
And what his grandfather said to him, gently stroking his head, was something that shook him to the core—and left him moved.
“My grandson. I’m sorry this old man couldn’t show you more warmth before. Will you forgive this useless grandfather of yours?”
Without realizing it, Tang Mun nodded, feeling the warmth of his grandfather’s hand.
It felt wonderful.
His grandfather’s warm touch—something he had never felt before.
And his grandfather’s gentle smile—something he had never seen.
It was all so heartwarming.
And that wasn’t all.
His usually strict and intimidating father had also begun treating him with warmth and gentleness.
Everything felt so unfamiliar.
Even his younger brother was now approaching him kindly and treating him with warmth.
And when he heard that his brother had become the embodiment of the clan’s long-cherished hope—the Poison Saint Physique—he was stunned.
When he suggested that maybe he should hand over the position of Young Head, his brother frantically shook his head in refusal, leaving him with a strange feeling.
As if he was sitting in a seat that nobody actually wanted.
Then his brother said,
That he would stand behind his elder brother and support him with everything he had—so the elder brother should lead the Tang Clan.
At those words, Tang Mun chuckled.
He used to be the one comforting Tang Baek—but now, it felt like the roles had completely reversed.
At the center of all these changes sat Yeon Woo Jin, calmly seated at the head of the table.
Just who was he?
What kind of man received such reverence?

He was dying to know.
“Um... Father...”
“What is it?”
“That gentleman... Who exactly is he...?”
Only then did Tang Gihwan realize his oversight and slapped his forehead.
“Ah! I forgot to introduce you.”
He’d been so focused on Yeon Woo Jin that he’d forgotten to introduce Tang Mun.
Gesturing toward him, Tang Gihwan said to Yeon Woo Jin,
“That one over there is our Tang Clan’s Young Head, Tang Mun.”
At his introduction, Yeon Woo Jin rose from his seat and offered a martial salute.
“A pleasure to meet you. My name is Yeon Woo Jin.”
Tang Mun scrambled up, flustered, to return the greeting.
“N-Nice to meet you. I’m... I’m the Tang Clan’s Young Head, Tang Mun.”
“Introduce yourself properly. This man is our Tang Clan’s supreme benefactor.”
“Wh-What? Supreme benefactor?”
The Tang Clan was a household known for repaying grace and settling grudges.
That principle was what had allowed the Tang Clan to survive to this day.
Grace was to be repaid twofold, and grudges tenfold.
So people made great efforts never to earn the Tang Clan’s enmity.
But a supreme benefactor meant someone whose grace was to be repaid not just twice, but tenfold—over a lifetime.
Even if they didn’t carry the Tang surname, they would be treated as one of the clan.
The clan would involve itself fully in anything related to that person.
Money was no object.
If it was for their supreme benefactor, they would do anything.
Even for a lifetime.
That’s what a supreme benefactor was.
And to become one, the person must have saved the clan in its darkest hour—on the brink of annihilation.
“This man restored the arm I lost. He saved Baek. And he pulled the Tang Clan back from the edge of destruction.”
‘I see. He’s the one who healed Baek and restored Grandfather’s hand... But how did he even do that?’
The more Tang Mun thought about it, the less sense it made.
Did he attach someone else’s hand?
That wasn’t even possible, was it?
It was all too incomprehensible.
And how had he healed Tang Baek’s body?
Tang Mun couldn’t even begin to imagine.
More than that, it was shocking to see both his grandfather and father treating someone this reverently.
Even for a supreme benefactor, wasn’t this going a bit too far?
After the meal ended and the table was cleared, tea was served.
As it was brought out, Tang Mugun asked,
“Now, would you please tell us? This way to repay your grace—what is it? Is there anything you need?”
Yeon Woo Jin set down his teacup and replied,
“Yes. There is a way to repay it.”
“What is it? Please tell us. If it’s something the Tang Clan can do, we’ll do anything.”
In response, Yeon Woo Jin placed the box he’d brought before Tang Mugun.
“What is this?”
“Open it and see.”
With a puzzled look, Tang Mugun untied the silk wrapping and opened the box.
Inside were two manuals.
Upon reading the titles on their covers, Tang Mugun gasped and turned to look at Yeon Woo Jin.
“Th-These are...”
“They’re the secret manuals the Tang Clan once handed over to Martial Deity Heaven. I’m here to return them.”
At those words, Tang Gihwan also leaned in to look and was equally shocked.
“Th-The manuals for Ten Thousand Blossoms Rain and Ten Thousand Thunder Orbs...?”
“You’re returning these to us?”
“Yes.”
“This isn’t a repayment... It’s us receiving even more grace, isn’t it?”
“There’s something I need you to do with them.”
“Do with them...?”
“Do we need to join Martial Deity Heaven or something?”
“No. You don’t need to join. However...”
Yeon Woo Jin hesitated briefly.
“...Soon, the Demonic Sect will reappear in the world. When that time comes—please stand against them.”
“What? The Demonic Sect?”
The surprises just kept coming.
Why was the Demonic Sect being brought up now?
“You mean the one that almost destroyed the Central Plains before? The one from the Demonic Realm?”
“Yes. That Demonic Sect from the Demonic Realm.”
“Are you saying... a gateway to the Demonic Realm has opened somewhere?”
“We don’t know for sure yet. It’s just what the Heavenly Star Hermit saw in the heavenly signs.”
“If the Heavenly Star Hermit said it... then it must be true.”
The faces of everyone in the room grew solemn in an instant.
“Please prepare yourselves. And when the Demonic Sect rises, stand and protect the people. That, to me, will be enough repayment.”
But Tang Mugun shook his head.
“What are you saying? That’s not repayment. Doing what must be done isn’t repaying a debt. That’s everyone’s duty. We’ll repay your grace separately.”
“He’s right. And now you’ve even returned our secret manuals... How can we possibly repay all this grace?”
“Returning the manuals wasn’t an act of grace. I was merely returning them to their rightful owner. If anything, I should be apologizing on behalf of Martial Deity Heaven.”
“No. Back then, that was the best course of action.”
“Yes. Had that not happened, the Central Plains would not be enjoying this current peace.”
“When we were first forced to hand them over, it felt humiliating and bitter. But as we watched the world grow more peaceful, our hearts changed. Martial Deity Heaven never once interfered in our affairs or demanded anything of us.”
“I believe this is the reason the Master of Martial Deity Heaven established it—to build a world where, under overwhelming strength, everyone lives equally. Thanks to that, we no longer fight like we used to.”
As the Tang Clan members spoke ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) favorably about Martial Deity Heaven, Yeon Woo Jin’s mood lifted.
They had understood his grandfather’s purpose in creating it all too well.
“But if you’re returning these secret manuals... it must mean the Demonic Sect is an opponent beyond anything we can imagine, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Most likely.”
“Still... Ten Thousand Thunder Orbs can be recreated if we have the materials, but Ten Thousand Blossoms Rain... that’s not a martial art you can master in a short time.”
“But we have someone who can master it quickly, don’t we?”
Yeon Woo Jin looked at Tang Baek.
Tang Mugun recalled the way Tang Baek had mimicked his techniques flawlessly.
But that had been while possessed by poison...
Tang Baek, too, was startled.
“M-Me?”
“Take a look.”
At Yeon Woo Jin’s words, Tang Baek glanced at his grandfather, father, and older brother.
As if to ask—are you serious?
All three nodded simultaneously.
“Really? You want me to?”
“Yes. Go ahead.”
Encouraged by Tang Mugun, Tang Baek cautiously took out the Ten Thousand Blossoms Rain manual.
He opened the book and studied it carefully for a while.
“How is it? Do you understand everything?”
“Well... not really.”
“Hmph.”
So it really had been the poison controlling him when he copied those techniques?
Just as disappointment was creeping in, Yeon Woo Jin said,
“Hmm. Looks like he needs to see the movements to replicate them.”
At this, Tang Mugun raised his hand.
“Then try copying this.”
His hand flushed red, and steam began to rise from his palm.
It was the Tang Clan’s Three Yang Divine Palm.
Tang Baek had never learned any of the clan’s martial arts.
Until now, he had spent all his time undergoing the Hundred Poison Bath Method in pursuit of becoming the Complete Poison Man.
“Can you do it?”
Tang Baek slowly raised his hand in response.
His hand flushed red, and heat began to rise from it.
It was crude—but unmistakably the Three Yang Divine Palm.
“Hoh...”
It was astounding.
He really had copied it after seeing it only once.
The greatest talent in the history of the Tang Clan had been born.
“Is this the effect of the Poison Saint Physique?”
“No. It’s just that your grandson is incredibly talented.”
“You mean... he was born this way?”
“Yes.”
So it had been his natural talent all along.
Which meant that even without all that suffering, Tang Baek would have still grown strong.
“Hah... A jewel had been right in front of our eyes, but we treated it like a mere rock and tried to reshape it. What a waste...”
Tang Mugun muttered bitterly.
“But even if he can replicate it after one viewing... there’s no one else who can execute Ten Thousand Blossoms Rain. So what now?”