Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 316

Tales of the Divine Swordsman – Part 2, Chapter 25

Sangseo was as secluded as ever, but it was beginning to lay the foundation for prosperity day by day.

As Geukyang Sangsan [a mountain known for its spiritual energy] regained its vitality and began to produce various magical artifacts, relations with estranged families were restored, and many merchant guilds began to visit.

Because it was such a small village, there were many initial setbacks, but the magical artifacts created by Saak of Geukyang Sangsan were so outstanding in performance that they couldn’t be replicated without trade. Sangseo’s original technology was excellent, and the Sosuns [a clan or family name], who had been filled with worries, began to gather in Geukyang Sangsan, full of life.

And so.

Thirty years passed in a flash.

Bang, pop pop!

Fireworks created with magic adorned the sky, and various melodies mingled together, pleasantly dancing around the ears.

Today was the day a festival was in full swing in Sangseo.

Children and adults played together, enthusiastically enjoying the festival by making their own masks and dolls.

Unlike thirty years ago, Sangseo was lively, though the number of residents was still relatively small. Many Sosun children were born.

The population, which had been only eighty, easily exceeded three digits, and Sangseo prospered even more, with Sosuns from other regions beginning to come and go.

It was quite a radical change.

All of it was thanks to his efforts.

“Isn’t it amazing? Such a change has taken place in just thirty years.”

Time is like that.

It always quietly and steadily seeks change, as if it were always meant to be.

“That’s right! It was all thanks to that person’s power that Sangseo, which had nothing, was made like this!”

The Sosuns of Sangseo all talked about the newly appeared Divine Immortal, praising him to the skies.

It’s all thanks to him.

If he hadn’t been there…

It’s worth living because of that person, and so on.

It was all about him.

“Who is that person…”

A peddler sipping alcohol at the tavern joined the residents and asked.

“Hey! You came to Sangseo and don’t even know that person’s name? You must be an outsider (外仙)?”

“Tell me a little. Who is this person you’re talking about?”

The outsider, curious about the changed appearance of Sangseo, waited for the resident’s words to satisfy his curiosity.

However, the answer that came back was not an explanation, but a grand cheer.

“It looks like he’s here. If you’re going to be in Sangseo, you should take a good look at that person. He’s indispensable to our Sangseo.”

Whoosh.

A gentle breeze blew.

As he closed his eyes and opened them again as the wind brushed past his hair, the outsider’s eyes reflected his appearance.

A man with black hair and golden eyes, spreading a soft golden aura as he approached.

His facial features were sharp, but he had a smile on his lips, a visage that would melt the hearts of many women.

“That person…”

“They say his family name is Cheon (天), and his given name is Beom (梵). We call him Golden Heaven (金天).”

How could mere Sosuns dare to handle the name of a Sangsun [a celestial being] carelessly?

With respect and gratitude, Golden Heaven.

They call him Golden Heaven Seonsa [a respectful title for a celestial being].

“Golden Heaven…”

The outsider stared at Cheonbeom as if he intended to engrave his appearance in his eyes, then laughed blankly.

Golden Heaven.

A fitting title.

When he appeared, the sky was dyed golden, so how could it not be?

The sound of the melody celebrating the festival grew louder, and the cheers of the Sosuns grew more enthusiastic.

There, Sangseo’s Golden Heaven.

Golden Heaven Seonsa, Cheonbeom, sat down in his prepared place on one side of the festival.

“Golden Heaven. Please accept this humble one’s cup of alcohol.”

Hwaran said extremely politely next to Beom, holding a bottle of alcohol.

“Don’t tease me.”

Cheonbeom frowned at Ran’s teasing, but nothing changed.

Hwaran teased Cheonbeom for a long time, and only after filling his glass with alcohol did she take her seat.

“If you hate it so much, you can just tell them not to call you that, but why are you doing this? Are you secretly proud but pretending not to be?”

“It’s ridiculous for me to say anything about them calling me that on their own.”

I told them not to, but it was no use.

They say it suits them to call me that, so how can Cheonbeom stop them?

It spreads like an epidemic as if words have legs, so even a Divine Immortal who has ascended to Sangsun cannot stop it.

“Today is a good day, so don’t ruin my mood and just drink.”

Why are they so eager to pick on me if they catch just one thing?

“Still, I’m proud that San-gun [a respectful title] is respected as Golden Heaven Seonsa.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes, I think I raised him well.”

He lifted the glass and downed it in one gulp, and the alcohol passing through his throat was fiery.

It was Sangseo’s Hwaju [a type of strong liquor].

I wondered if the alcohol needed to be so fiery, but as I drank it, even that felt like Sangseo, so it wasn’t bad.

Soon, Tangomal, who also liked alcohol, approached him and had a great time drinking.

“Haha, the weather is really nice. Maybe it’s because you paid attention to it.”

Tangomal said, looking at the clear sky without a single cloud.

The sky was clearer than ever, and even more so because it was tinged with gold.

“So, is our Sangseo’s head of the family coming out today?”

“Maybe he’ll come out. It’s so noisy and bustling, wouldn’t he be curious and come out? If it were me, I would.”

The reason why Sangseo was suddenly holding a festival was like that.

A few years ago.

A Cheon-geop [a celestial calamity] fell in the sky of Sangseo, and it headed to Saha’s eastern part, which had been closed.

Vast Cheonjiwonki [primordial energy of the universe] fluctuated, and it was such a powerful Cheon-geop that it turned Sangseo upside down.

“I had a hard time blocking that.”

The aftermath was so powerful that Cheonbeom, Tangomal, Chochan, and Saak all gathered to block it, fearing that the Sosuns of Sangseo would be harmed.

It was something that didn’t have to be done that far, but Cheonbeom deliberately did so.

First, it was to show the people of Sangseo that there was a Divine Immortal to protect them, and second, it was to allow the energy of Cheonroe [celestial lightning] to be fully accepted without being scattered.

After that, several more years passed, and a stable energy gradually flowed through Saha’s eastern part.

Cheonbeom watched the eastern part where she was and roughly estimated the date, and had the festival held today.

“Hmph, without worrying so much, if it’s my descendant, he’ll come out on his own.”

I could tell without looking at the ticking voice.

“Huhu, Saak, you’ve come.”

Tangomal, who was happy that a drinking buddy had increased, welcomed him.

“What’s going on? A guy who didn’t want to take a single step out of Geukyang Sangsan.”

“I couldn’t come out because you beat me like a dog on Boknal [one of the hottest days of the year in the lunar calendar], you son of a b*tch!”

Beom, who was holding a glass of alcohol in his mouth, glared at Saak with a chilly look.

Saak shuddered and coughed in vain.

“Ahem. On a good day like today, I just wanted to feel the excitement of Sangseo.”

He said that, took a seat, and drank Hwaju from the bottle.

“It’s hot! I can’t just pass by this good drinking party!”

Tangomal took out a small folding screen from his sleeve, and it instantly grew huge and wrapped around their backs.

“Okgyeong, bring some alcohol! It’s a pity to quench my thirst with just Hwaju on this good day!”

Then, a fairy with a round, fair face like the moon popped out of the folding screen, poured alcohol, and disappeared.

“It’s amazing every time I see it, but does the alcohol in that folding screen spring up infinitely? It seems like the alcohol never runs out.”

Cheonbeom asked, marveling, and Tangomal laughed heartily and replied.

“Even if it’s a magic treasure, that can’t be the case. If such a law was embedded, I wouldn’t be just drinking alcohol like this!”

Tangomal said that, threw away the small glass, and gulped down the alcohol jug.

“Looking at it roughly, it seems like Okgyeong is brewing alcohol inside.”

“That spirit? It’s amazing.”

“There’s nothing amazing about it. It’s something I can do to put this and that in the space between Gokgong [a type of spatial dimension].”

That’s true.

It’s not that amazing to move mountains and create medicinal herb fields in an arbitrarily created space.

It’s just that the existence of Okgyeong, a spirit who is working on its own, is amazing.

“I’m curious about what kind of Geumje [a type of magical restriction or seal] is planted to make it like that. Can I touch it?”

As Saak tried to grab Okgyeong’s wrist, Tangomal stopped him.

“Please refrain from doing so. That child hates people touching her body.”

“Hmph, whatever.”

Saak was embarrassed and got angry for no reason, and the anger even reached Cheonbeom.

“Hwaran. Come closer.”

Sar륵 [sound of rustling].

As she disappeared, turning into flower petals, Saak snorted and twisted his lips.

“Are you treating me like a lecher?”

“I’m just cherishing what’s mine. Don’t mess around for no reason and just drink. If today wasn’t a festival day, I would have filled Geukyang Sangsan’s fire energy with my own.”

“Tch.”

Saak had many sharp aspects, but he wasn’t as evil as I thought.

That’s because he doesn’t have a good relationship with Cheonbeom; he’s just a reckless guy who’s a bit self-willed.

‘That’s the problem, though.’

At least he’s bound by my Geumje, so there’s not a big problem.

He also knows that Sangseo is his hometown, so he didn’t lay a hand on innocent Sosuns, and he sincerely taught the Yeon-gi [energy cultivation] technique, hoping that Sangseo would do well.

“It’s hard to see your face, but I’m also excited to see the Sosuns of Sangseo enjoying themselves.”

“I agree with that.”

I searched the Sa family’s ledger to find out his rank, but unfortunately, the name Saak was nowhere to be found.

He didn’t admit it, but I thought he might have mistaken his name.

If not, he might have committed a crime serious enough to be erased from the Sa family’s list.

Whether it was the former or the latter, it didn’t matter much to Cheonbeom, so he didn’t care.

The rest is what Saha will do on his own when he finds his place.

“You’re leaving Sangseo soon, right?”

“That’s right.”

Thirty years have passed.

The day when the Sangsun Martial Arts Competition will be held was also approaching.

The Susuns [disciples or practitioners] of other families are all eagerly awaiting that day and are making thorough preparations.

And that’s the same for Cheonbeom.

“I’m in a very good mood today!”

“I’ll put one more Geumje on you before I leave, so don’t be so happy.”

“Whatever. I won’t be able to see your face, so even if one more Geumje is added, it’s the same.”

It seems like there are so many Geumje on him. Saak laughed heartily and shouted for him to get lost quickly.

And Cheonbeom’s fist flew.

“Kuhuk!”

“Haha, this friend drank too much. He’s suddenly throwing up. Hey, someone…”

It was then.

Whoosh.

The flow of the atmosphere changed.

A stable Seon-gi [spiritual energy] fluctuated, and a huge beam of light soared from the eastern part of Hwamaebong [a mountain peak].

“Th, that’s…!!”

“Oh! The light of Seungseon [ascension to immortality]!”

The red beam of light soon spread out like a wave and wrapped around Sangseo.

It was a hot and warm flame.

“Ah!”

One of the Sosuns knelt down as he saw something that appeared between the pillars of light.

Then, all those who were confused burst into tears and prostrated themselves.

As hundreds of Sosuns all prostrated themselves in their places, the pillar of light flickered, and a red beast that revealed its presence walked across the sky.

Red scales.

In some ways it was a deer, in others it was a horse, and looking at its horns and head, it was a divine beast no different from a dragon.

It was the appearance of a Hwagirin [a mythical creature, a fire kirin].

The Hwagirin, with a soft and brave line, adorned the sky of Sangseo in red and descended in front of Cheonbeom like a comet.

Kukung!

The Hwagirin, who landed on the platform where the Sangsun was located, clearly revealed intense emotions.

The emotions that could not be controlled became the energy of the Sangsun and pressed down on the surroundings.

“You can’t do that as the head of Sangseo.”

Huoong [sound of energy].

As Cheonbeom got up from his seat, the violent energy subsided at once, and the Sosuns raised their heads.

“It’s a beautiful sight. You’ve worked hard.”

Saha.