The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 64

Golden Sword Manor had also amassed enormous wealth by supplying goods to the Martial God Sect.

However, the volume of goods it provided still hadn’t surpassed that of the Baekcheon Gate, so it constantly lagged behind in rankings.

Lord Seong Hwang carefully studied the envoy’s face.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be here for anything bad.

“We’ll prepare a wine table,” said the steward.

Seong Hwang turned to the envoy with a courteous smile.

“You’ve come all this way — won’t you share a drink with me?”

“I appreciate the thought, but I must decline. My master is still waiting for me. I’ll simply accept your hospitality in spirit.”

“Of course. Then we’ll serve tea instead.”

“I would be grateful.”

He had the wine removed and ordered a tea set to be brought in.

A few moments later, fragrant steam drifted between them as the envoy took a slow sip.

“This is excellent.”

“It’s Seohu Dragonwell — one of the finest.”

“Hah. Then I’m being spoiled today.”

“But tell me, what message does the vice head wish to deliver?”

The envoy cleared his throat.

“My lord has a request — or rather, he seeks your opinion on a certain matter.”

“Your opinion?”

“Yes. You see... my young master is in love.”

Hearing that, Seong Hwang made a few assumptions.

Ah, he must be looking for a precious gift to win her heart.

But the envoy gently shook his head.

“No. The woman he’s in love with... is your daughter.”

“...What?”

The words caught Seong Hwang completely off guard.

“My master wishes to form a bond with Golden Sword Manor.”

A bond.

There °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° was only one meaning behind that.

He wanted marriage — to have their two families joined.

Seong Hwang’s heart skipped a beat.

He’d been searching for a suitable match for his daughter — and this wasn’t just suitable. This was miraculous.

To become in-laws with the vice head of the Inner Cabinet Hall... this wasn’t just a good match. This was a blessing from the heavens themselves.

It was an opportunity gifted to Golden Sword Manor by fate.

But one thing tugged at the back of his mind.

A promise.

He’d made an agreement with his daughter — no talk of marriage until the end of the year.

Luckily, only a few months remained.

Still, a promise was a promise.

And not just because she was his daughter — but because as a merchant, Seong Hwang knew that trust was the bedrock of all transactions. Breaking a deal, even with family, was unthinkable.

He bowed his head slightly and spoke with care.

“This offer is so incredible my heart feels ready to burst.”

The envoy took his words as agreement and smiled.

But then came the follow-up.

“...However, may I ask for a little time? Until the end of the year.”

“Is there a reason?”

“I made a promise to my daughter. I need to speak with her first before I can give a definitive answer.”

“But surely, if you approve, the matter is settled?”

“I’m sorry. This is more than a personal issue between father and daughter — it’s a matter of professional trust. And that, I must uphold.”

The envoy met his eyes — and understood.

“...Very well. Then what shall I tell the vice head?”

“Tell him I will send a formal letter soon.”

“I see. I truly hope that letter brings good news.”

“It will. You have my word.”

Still, the envoy’s expression darkened slightly. It wasn’t a firm yes.

Once he was gone, Seong Hwang immediately summoned his steward.

“What was that about?” the steward asked as he entered.

“The vice head of the Inner Cabinet Hall wants to form a marriage alliance.”

“What?! Y-you said yes, didn’t you?”

“No. I told him I’d talk to Yeon-hwa first and send an answer by letter.”

“What? Why?! This is the opportunity of a lifetime—!”

“Enough. I’m already regretting it. I’ll speak to Yeon-hwa tomorrow and try to convince her.”

“What if she refuses? You know how stubborn the young lady can be...”

Seong Hwang closed his eyes tightly and sighed.

“If that happens... I’ll send her anyway. Even if by force. Someday, she’ll understand.”

“Lord...”

“Haaah... I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.”

“Yes, sir. Rest well.”

****

Yeon Woo Jin now understood just how important family background could be in marriage.

If Jang Un and Yeon-hwa were to marry, the only solution was to elevate Jang Un’s father — Jang Gong.

And the fastest way to do that was simple: make him stronger. That way, his official rank within the Martial God Sect would rise naturally.

Currently, Jang Gong was training under Cheon Ho-seong after the recent monster incident.

The Swift Execution Sword Emperor had been impressed by Jang Gong’s actions and had offered to teach him martial arts as a personal gift.

Jang Gong had been both honored and overwhelmed.

But of course, it was Yeon Woo Jin who had orchestrated all of this.

He’d even secretly corrected Jang Gong’s imbalanced body with a hidden application of the Yoga-Reversing Muscle and Tendon Formation. He’d covered Jang Gong’s eyes and quietly activated the technique while claiming it was “a diagnostic.”

As a result, Jang Gong had grown stronger.

He’d even acquired a new martial art — the very same Lightning Flash Divine Art his son had trained in.

Surprisingly, Jang Gong had natural talent. His mastery of the technique progressed rapidly.

He had already risen from a five-star peak-level to a one-star master in the Haegyeong tier.

The only issue left now was his official rank.

The fastest way to raise it would be to involve Yeon Cheon-baek, the leader of the Martial God Sect himself.

But if he did that, it would raise suspicion.

The sect leader personally promotes the father of a disciple?

That would be all anyone talked about.

So instead, Yeon Woo Jin searched for a more natural route.

That’s when he caught wind of a rumor — the division Jang Gong belonged to, the Guardian Corps, was struggling financially.

The solution was clear.

He needed a faction with higher standing to step in and back Jang Gong.

A respected one — with enough weight to justify the promotion.

So, Yeon Woo Jin went straight to Baekcheon Gate.

He handed them a gold voucher worth ten thousand nyang.

Baekcheon Gate, still reeling from a past mistake they had made against Woo Jin, tried to return it.

But he wouldn’t take it back.

He insisted they use the voucher to carry out his request.

And then he smiled.

“Told you I’d forgotten what happened. Don’t carry that weight anymore.”

The elders of Baekcheon Gate were so moved by his gesture that they bowed all the way to the floor as he turned to leave.

And silently, they swore—

They would carry out Yeon Woo Jin’s first command to absolute perfection.