Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 134

Nangseon’s Romantic Tale – 133

Sangun, returning to his martial brothers, was astonished by the massive sword formation.

Blood Swords and Bone Swords were already positioned throughout.

“That was faster than I expected.”

“Martial Brother Kang, can I help with anything?”

“Well, most of it was prepared in advance, so it’s already done… Ahem! Go see Senior Disciple Wi over there. She seemed to be looking for you earlier.”

“Understood.”

Wi Seonja was manipulating her fingers, inspecting the sword formation.

Blood Swords appeared and moved according to her gestures.

As he approached, she glanced at him and tossed him a spirit tablet from her sleeve.

“What’s this, Senior Sister?”

“It’s from our sect in the Crimson Sea. Show this spirit tablet, and they’ll treat you with the utmost respect. Visit them when you have time,” she said.

The spirit tablet was covered with elaborate plum blossom petals.

“Hwasan Sect?”

“You know it? That’s where I’m from. When I return, it’ll be a triumphant homecoming.”

She seemed to be smirking, dreaming of her return.

However, Sangun couldn’t laugh.

He couldn’t possibly *not* know about the Hwasan Sect.

How could he not?

The days he spent with Hwaran there were still vivid.

Moreover, the sect that suffered annihilation 200 years ago was none other than the Hwasan Sect.

He had been there; there was no way he couldn’t know.

“…Senior Sister, how long have you been here?”

“Me? About seven or eight hundred years… Ahem! Why are you asking?” she said, blushing and rebuking him. She seemed somewhat embarrassed.

“Ah, anyway! If you ever visit the Hwasan Sect, look for me. I’ll tell you my real name, but only for you, my junior brother. Hwabong. It’s Hwabong, so don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

“…Yes.”

Hwabong waved her hand, saying it was enough. Her face was red.

It seemed to be because the surrounding martial brothers were watching with subtle glances.

However, Sangun became lost in thought.

Then, he suddenly asked, “Perhaps… Hwaran…”

“Hwaran? Junior Brother, you know Hwaran?”

As expected.

“I had… a connection with her in the past.”

“I see. Hwaran… I miss her. She was a playful child who seemed precocious. I wonder how she’s doing now. The last time I saw her, she was a Doseon [a high-ranking female disciple]. Perhaps you and Ran… didn’t pledge a hundred years of marriage or anything like that, did you, Junior Brother?”

“…No, I didn’t.”

“Good. That’s a relief.”

Sangun, with a bitter smile, also began to examine and inspect the sword formation.

He intended to broaden his knowledge since he already knew something about sword formations.

At that moment, Martial Brother Yang threw something.

“Martial Brother Beom, receive this too.”

It was a nameplate with Kunlun written on it.

“Isn’t this also a kind of fate? Besides, your talent is surprisingly outstanding, so if you need help, come to Kunlun anytime.”

Sangun could only smack his lips with an awkward expression.

*To think that there were two disciples from annihilated sects. What kind of joke is this?*

He didn’t know what kind of face to make.

Revealing the truth now would only add to the confusion.

After that, for some reason, Martial Brother Kang and Martial Brother Hong also threw him spirit tablets one by one.

It was Suwolmun and the Wudang Sect.

*The world is so small.*

He never imagined he would see these names here.

Well, they were all sects that had once dominated an era, so it was only natural.

He knew that Suwolmun, at least, was still thriving.

After that, Sangun meticulously inspected the sword formation and, as instructed by Martial Brother Kang, summoned the Manguk Ilgeom [Ten Thousand Kingdoms One Sword] to set it up.

“Junior Brother is the center of this sword formation. The Manguk Ilgeom itself is like the center of Gyuncheon Bohwa [a legendary formation],” Martial Brother Kang explained.

“It seems to be because it’s a swordsmanship that turns things from people’s bodies into swords.”

“How does Martial Brother Kang know all that?”

Sangun, who possessed the Manguk Ilgeom, didn’t know, so how could Martial Brother Kang know?

He couldn’t help but be puzzled.

However, Martial Brother Kang shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of Ilbong [Sword Spirit Island’s influence]. It’s something that was injected into my head from the moment I entered the Sword Spirit Island.”

Sangun thoroughly scanned the surroundings with the Dallyeong Geumjeong [All-Seeing Golden Eye], just in case.

However, there was nothing strange.

He even asked the other martial brothers about the sword formation, but it was difficult to find anything unusual.

*It can’t be.*

Even so, they had been together for 100 years, sharing joys and sorrows. He couldn’t completely trust them, but he thought he could ease his suspicion to some extent.

He had suspected Daegam, but these people had spent 100 years together, training.

They wouldn’t try to stab him in the back.

As he thought that, the sword formation was completed. The swords stuck in the ground began to vibrate, gathering spiritual energy.

A fierce wind raged, and crackling lightning flashed.

“Everyone, prepare yourselves.”

Martial Brother Kang then took out his Hwaryeong [Fiery Spirit Sword] and made it into a sword, installing it in the sword formation.

Sangun did the same.

He began to insert 312 swords made of Manguk Ilgeom as instructed.

Then, the sword formation shone brightly.

The inserted swords trembled.

The short swords (團劍) made from Sangun’s Manguk Ilgeom and Hwaryeong were the same.

Martial Brother Yang, who was unfolding the Salsung Gapgeom [Killing Star Armor Sword], was no different.

Kugugung.

The ground shook violently.

Dense spiritual energy of various colors began to rise.

As the rising spiritual energy attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the sky darkened.

It was broad daylight, but the dark clouds thickened, turning the sky like early evening.

Then, fierce winds and thunder and lightning struck, and lightning fell everywhere.

Kwaang!

Kureureung!

His heart pounded.

He didn’t know if it was anticipation for the power of the sword formation or an unknown sense of unease.

It was then.

Kuuuung!

The light of the sword formation fluctuated, and dozens of layers of magic circles surrounded the void.

Various magic knot characters were engraved on the pure white magic circles, and spiritual energy soared as if to pierce the sky.

At that moment.

Suddenly, the brilliant Beomgyeol [Buddhist script] characters turned blood-red and covered them with immense pressure.

“Brother Kang! Is this going properly?”

“I, I don’t know either! Why is this…!”

“Let’s stop the sword formation quickly!”

“Yes! Pull out the swords!”

“Block the spiritual power…!”

The panicked men tried to pull out the swords and block the spiritual power.

“It’s not working! They won’t come out!”

But the swords didn’t move.

It was the same for Sangun.

As if they had originally been one with the ground, they didn’t budge at all.

Then, their faces turned black.

“I, I can’t even lift my feet!”

“The Chukji [a movement technique] is blocked too!”

“W, what is this! Brother Kang! You didn’t deceive us, did you!!”

“T, there’s no way I would! What purpose would I have in doing such a thing!”

His face really looked wronged.

Sangun’s face furrowed.

“Tamhwa. Gwi Yul!”

Tamhwa transformed into the Wiju Hoyeon Armor [Supreme Flame Armor].

At Sangun’s call, Gwi Yul, who had been waiting outside the sword formation, rose to his feet. He displayed the Dharma Image of the Incomparable Great Demon and formed hand seals.

A powerful energy surged with the repulsive force of demonic and evil energy.

He raised the Guhwan Blades [Nine Cycle Blades].

Gwigokseong [Ghost Valley Star Energy] spread in all directions, and jet-black Gwimu [Ghost Mist] was emitted from the center of the sword.

Then, the Dharma Image of the Incomparable Great Demon moved its eight arms.

Kwaga Kwaga Kwang!!

A huge explosion occurred, devastating the surroundings.

*What did he do?*

Even Sangun couldn’t see it.

However, the important thing was that the sword formation was still intact even with that!

“It seems that problems always arise wherever Yuksas [a cursed bloodline] are!”

At the same time, Jangcheon, who had been silent, also swung his staff and attacked the sword formation.

Kwang! But there wasn’t even a tremor.

Gwi Yul, with an angry face, called out the ghosts of the Guhwan Blades. He then had them dwell in the Dharma Image and struck down with his fist.

The four fists were woven together like ropes, turning into one giant fist.

Kwaaaang!!

It was a deafening roar.

With this, the sword formation would not have been safe.

The martial brothers’ faces lit up with joy.

But soon, it turned to shock.

“How can this be!”

The sword formation was still the same.

A transparent pillar of light rose high into the sky around the sword formation, as if creating a barrier.

They couldn’t understand what was going on. The moment Sangun tried to form hand seals.

Jjeojeok!!

The sky flashed with lightning.

Kwaang!!

Then, his spiritual power began to drain into the sword formation without a moment’s rest.

“Eueuk!!”

The others were the same.

Their groans were no different from Sangun’s. Everyone’s complexion was pale, and they tried to do something, but it was useless.

Their spiritual power didn’t listen to them.

Their bodies wouldn’t move either.

To make matters worse, there was also the pain of their minds being cut into pieces.

“Keueueuk!”

“Aaaagh!!”

“Euk!”

Martial Brother Yang had already rolled his eyes back and was foaming at the mouth.

Martial Brother Kang was shedding tears of blood.

The others were no different.

They looked like they were on the verge of death.

Sangun was the only one who was still frowning, perhaps because his divine sense was strong.

“Heuaaaap!!”

He screamed and barely managed to form hand seals.

When he detonated the Yungjeon Gadan [Core Energy], the spiritual energy’s wave soared into a pillar of light.

He immediately unfolded the Dallyeong Geumjeong.

He needed to properly understand the situation to escape.

Then, Sangun, who had thoroughly examined the sword formation, widened his eyes in astonishment.

“……!”

The magic circles surrounding the four sides.

And the flow of the sword formation was something he had seen a lot before.

In the past.

It was a very similar formation to the sorcery formation Sangun had used to create the Guhwan Blades.

Kwang! Kwaga Kwagang!!

Mysterious ancient characters floated around, blocking Gwi Yul’s attacks.

There wasn’t even a scratch.

Sangun was confused at the center of it.

It wasn’t like this when he had examined it before, but the situation had changed drastically when the sword formation was activated.

The offensive sword formation had turned into a main formation.

Moreover, that main formation was very similar to the bizarre formation he had used to create the Guhwan Blades in the past.

That foreshadowed one thing.

*Gyuncheon Bohwa is…!*

The sword formation unfolded with the Manguk Ilgeom, which makes ten thousand swords into one, as its center.

What it foreshadowed was no different from the five swords becoming one.

“Kkyaaaaaak!!”

The martial brothers’ skin peeled off in pieces, and they spat out bloody foam.

Sangun was the only one who was fine.

He originally thought it was because his divine sense was strong, but that wasn’t it. It must be because Sangun was the center of this sword formation.

Sangun couldn’t close his mouth.

He felt like he finally understood.

*The name of the sword formation is definitely Singeom Habil [Divine Swords United]…!*

It was exactly what it meant.

The one who created this level of main formation was definitely the owner of the Sword Spirit Island.

Even more so, a figure from the Immortal Realm!

Squirming sorcery characters were scattered all over the place, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed in.

The spiritual power he had built up with the Yungjeon Gadan was released, but even that was only temporary.

It was sucked in and disappeared like a bottomless pit.

There was nothing Sangun could do.

Soon, the transformation was undone, and he turned into a giant tiger.

But he couldn’t move.