The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 59

But their father, Gong Ya-son, who was both the current Gate Master and their father, had a different view.

He believed in the principle of primogeniture—the right of the eldest son to inherit.

Even if Gong Ya-cheon was weak, he said, Gong Ya-myeong was strong enough to support him from behind.

That was nonsense.

The Martial God Sect was a place where strength was everything.

How could someone weaker than himself take the title of Gate Master?

He couldn’t accept it.

But there were others who understood his frustration.

The inner council of the Ten Thousand Auspices Gate.

They too believed Gong Ya-cheon, with his inability to wield martial arts, should not be the successor—that it had to be Gong Ya-myeong, whose martial talent was overwhelming.

They came up with a plan.

They would make a request to the only man who might sway Gong Ya-son’s decision.

That man was none other than Gong Ya-ja, the Retired Grandmaster of the Ten Thousand Auspices Gate.

As soon as he turned sixty, Gong Ya-ja had passed the Gate to his son and gone into seclusion. But now, the council tracked him down and came to plead their case.

When the crowd from the Ten Thousand Auspices Gate arrived, Gong Ya-ja frowned.

“What is this? Didn’t I tell you not to disturb my seclusion?”

“Grandmaster, how can you say that when the future of the Gate is at stake?”

“What nonsense is this? From what I’ve heard, the Gate Master is doing just fine.”

“Do you, too, believe in primogeniture above all else?”

“That’s only natural.”

“Even if the eldest son can’t wield martial arts?”

“What are you talking about? Why would Cheon not be able to train in martial arts?”

“You didn’t know? Cheon has a body incapable of cultivation.”

Thud—

Gong Ya-ja stood up sharply, face grimacing.

“Cheon can’t train? That’s ridiculous! That boy possesses the Heaven-Earth Physique—a body said to be capable of learning all the martial arts in the world! And you're telling me that can’t cultivate? Do you even know what you're saying?”

The council, along with Gong Ya-myeong, looked at each other in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Cheon has the Heaven-Earth Physique?”

“So you’re the ones in the dark. Why do you think I passed down the Gate so early? Because I had no doubts about the future! I wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace! And now you’re telling me someone can’t train?”

“It’s true. Cheon hasn’t even learned the first portion of the Six Yang Divine Art.”

“That’s impossible!”

“If you don’t believe us, go see for yourself.”

There was no reason for them to lie—especially not like this. Gong Ya-ja’s face darkened.

“Are you saying... this is the truth?”

“There’s not a shred of falsehood in our words.”

If they were right... then this was a crisis.

He’d thought the path ahead for the Gate would be smooth and bright.

“I may have acted too rashly.”

Until now, the sect had run smoothly enough to keep his mind at ease. But this... this was like thunder on a clear day.

“Then... what about the second son?”

“He’s the one who should become Gate Master. He’s already mastered up to the middle stages of the Six Yang Divine Art.”

Though still far from the potential of the Heaven-Earth Physique, it wasn’t a bad outcome.

But it was hard to believe.

He had to confirm it for himself.

And if it turned out to be true?

He’d have to abandon the rule of primogeniture.

“I’ll see with my own eyes, and decide. Let’s go.”

And just like that, Gong Ya-ja broke his seclusion and headed back to the Ten Thousand Auspices Gate.

****

One Month Ago.

Crack—

Pop—

“Ghhhk...!”

As bones twisted and snapped back into place, Gong Ya-cheon endured unbearable pain, clenching his teeth to keep from passing out.

Just as his mind teetered on the edge of blackout...

The pain vanished.

A wave of clarity and lightness washed over him.

The body that had once felt heavier than a mountain was now light as air. And more than anything, the world around him came into sharp focus.

Gong Ya-cheon slowly descended to the ground, feeling the energy surrounding him begin to dissipate.

The glow from the formation etched into the floor also faded.

He looked at Yeon Woo Jin.

“It’s done.”

The words he’d longed to hear finally came from Woo Jin’s mouth.

“R-really?”

“Yeah. By the way... you really are a Martial Bone, huh?”

“...Huh?”

“Ever heard of the Heaven-Earth Physique?”

“Of course. It’s the body that can absorb all energy types in existence.”

“Well, that’s you.”

“M-me? I have the Heaven-Earth Physique?”

“Yep. No doubt about it. Thanks to you, I even brushed up on Martial Bone classifications.”

Gong Ya-cheon looked down at his body.

He’d always suspected it wasn’t ordinary... but he’d never investigated too deeply.

If he turned out to have a rare Martial Bone, it would’ve just made the disappointment sting worse.

But now—things were different.

“Here. This is your clan’s martial art, right?”

Woo Jin held out a scroll. It was the Six Yang Divine Art.

“H-how did you...?”

“Did you forget who my grandfather is?”

Right. He was the grandson of the Master of the Martial God Sect.

All clans under the Martial God Sect had handed over their martial techniques as a sign of allegiance.

Naturally, that included the Six Yang Divine Art.

But why was he handing this over?

“I already know the core formulas for the Six Yang Divine Art. You didn’t need to give me this.”

“This isn’t the version you know. I made a few edits.”

“Edits?”

“Well... it had some awkward parts.”

Curious, Gong Ya-cheon quickly opened the scroll and began comparing it to the version he’d memorized.

After a long moment of study, he looked up at Woo Jin in shock.

“T-this is...”

“Well?”

“It’s stronger.”

“See the problem now?”

“Yeah... comparing them like this, the energy flow in the old version was completely inefficient. And the way you redistributed the inner power—it’s way more natural.”

Gong Ya-cheon stared at Woo Jin with awe.

He’d always thought he was smart, but this... this went far beyond anything he could have imagined.

Even his own intelligence, once his pride, was like a firefly beneath the sun next to Woo Jin.

A flawless man.

He couldn’t imagine anyone who could defeat him.

Not even the Master of the Martial God Sect.

These days, Gong Ya-cheon found himself thinking that more and more often.

“Stop looking at me like that—it’s creepy. Alright, let’s begin.”

“Begin what?”

“What do you think? We’re training the Six Yang Divine Art.”

“...Wait. Don’t tell me...”

Gong Ya-cheon glanced at him with a fearful expression.

Woo Jin grinned.

“Welcome. First time in real combat training, huh? I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

****

One Month Later.

BOOOOM—!

“Aaaargh! Get out of the way!”

“What the hell! Is that the same scrawny kid from a month ago?!”

“Yeon Woo Jin! What the fuck did you turn him into?!”

Jang Un, Seon Woo Baek, and Jang Man-un scrambled to dodge the relentless attacks flying at them from Gong Ya-cheon.

The Heaven-Earth Physique was truly awe-inspiring.

He had mastered the Six Yang Divine Art to the point of unleashing devastating power—in just a single month.

Of course, it helped that he already knew the core formulas and fully understood their mechanics. If he’d started from zero, no one would’ve believed such progress was even remotely possible in such a short time.

Add to that his deadly training sessions—duels where he repeatedly brushed against death—with Yeon Woo Jin...

Gone was the fragile boy from before. His body had hardened, now unmistakably masculine.

Even his face had changed—no longer the type you'd call a scholar. Now he looked every bit a warrior.

But more than anything, he’d grown ruthless.

“Enough.”

At Yeon Woo Jin’s sharp command, Gong Ya-cheon stopped mid-attack.

The three who had been barely fending him off let out exhausted sighs of relief.

“Phew. We really underestimated him.”

“No kidding. Didn’t think he’d get this strong so fast.”

“We should’ve been suspicious the moment Woo Jin told us to only defend.”

They’d all laughed when Yeon Woo Jin first said to just defend against Gong Ya-cheon.

They thought it was an easy assignment.

But it wasn’t easy.

Each strike had been intense enough to kill them if they let their guard down—no exaggeration.

What the hell had happened to him in just a month to make him this powerful?

The incredible thing wasn’t just Gong Ya-cheon’s strength—but the fact that Yeon Woo Jin had forged him into this.

He no longer seemed human.

How far did Woo Jin’s abilities go?

“What did you do to make that guy this strong?”

“Yeah! We trained under the Yoga-Reversing Heavenly Martial Formation, too! Why’s he so far ahead of us?!”

At Jang Un’s frustrated question, Woo Jin just shrugged, expression casual.

“It’s nothing special. He has the Heaven-Earth Physique, but due to certain reasons, he hadn’t been able to use it properly. I just helped him unlock it.”

“W-wait... the Heaven-Earth Physique?”

“Cheon has that kind of body?”

“No fucking way!”

It wasn’t just a gifted body—it was the ultimate physique.

With that in mind, his explosive growth suddenly made a lot more sense.

“If you zone out like that, he’s gonna leave you in the dust,” Woo Jin said dryly.

The three snapped back to their senses.

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“Hell no!”

“Double training from now on!”

Determined not to fall behind, their eyes burned with fresh resolve as they rushed back to their training.

Woo Jin was watching them with a smile when Gong Ya-cheon walked up.

“...Thank you.”

To that, Yeon Woo Jin replied as if it were obvious.

“You’re mine. Of course I’d do that much.”

Of course?

He’d changed Gong Ya-cheon’s entire life.

Gong Ya-cheon looked at Woo Jin with quiet conviction.

He would follow this man to the end of his days.

Even if he became a tyrant.

Even if the world branded him a villain.

He would serve him, loyal until death.

“Enough sentiment. Get some rest today—you’ve been through hell during the group training.”

“Yeah.”

As Yeon Woo Jin walked away, Gong Ya-cheon bowed deeply in the direction he’d gone.

Then, with his head still lowered, he whispered:

“I, Gong Ya-cheon... swear eternal loyalty to my lord.”

****

Meanwhile...

“Father?”

The Gate Master of the Ten Thousand Auspices Gate, Gong Ya-son, beamed with joy as he rushed toward the familiar face that had suddenly appeared.

It was none other than the Retired Grandmaster, Gong Ya-ja.

Gong Ya-ja nearly smiled at the sight of his son after so long.

But that wasn’t why he had come.

“You fool! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Wh-what? You show up out of nowhere and start shouting?”

“I heard you still haven’t named a successor.”

“Oh! So that’s why you’re here? You don’t have to worry. I’ve already decided—Cheon will be the next Gate Master.”

“...Cheon can’t train in martial arts. Is that true?”

Gong Ya-son flinched.

That was all the ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) answer Gong Ya-ja needed. He let out a long, tired sigh.

“So it is true.”

“F-father, being Gate Master doesn’t have to mean martial strength. Cheon’s brilliant—he’ll manage the sect just fine.”

“You arrogant child... Do you even remember which sect we serve under?”

“Of course. The Martial God Sect.”

“Exactly! And yet you’re spouting such nonsense?”

“Nonsense? I trust Cheon.”

“Gate Master, my ass... you know nothing of your own sect’s affairs.”

“What affairs?”

“You idiot. Everyone in the sect—everyone but you—supports Myeong over Cheon.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Ugh... this is my fault. I thought watching from the sidelines would help you grow. That you’d learn through experience. But I was wrong.”

“Father, what do you mean? The people of the sect support Myeong over Cheon? Are you saying they want Gong Ya-myeong as the next Gate Master?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what they want!”

“But why?!”

“Because Cheon can’t fight! Say it clearly—can he or can he not train in martial arts?”

“...It’s true.”

“Cheon has the Heaven-Earth Physique. So how is that possible?”

“It happened... after you handed over the Gate and went off to travel the world.”