Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 434

Tales of the Divine Swordsman – Part 2, Chapter 143

He felt like an old friend.

Along with Geum Myeong-ji-su, Jangchung Jitae [a sacred insect with healing properties] was a gift he had received from Yoho, the leader of Howigaejan, in the Gung Bi-ho territory.

“I got it from your grandmother.”

“Can I really receive such a precious thing…?”

So Cheong was deeply moved, but Cheonbeom could only smile wryly to himself.

‘She practically threw it at me, telling me to figure out how to survive.’

Cheonbeom had brushed it off because nothing particularly bad had happened, but anyone else would have likely died from the trick she played with Jangchung Jitae.

Thinking about it now, Yoho is a captivating woman with many sharp edges.

Because of her fiery temper, she was quite fierce when they first met.

‘But that’s also part of my wife’s charm.’

After they married, her temper had mellowed considerably, but when she did get angry, even a tiger would pretend not to know her and flee.

“Ahem, it was originally a sacred insect from the Lower World, but it has gained miraculous power from my energy, so it would be perfect for you. The Gulong Severed Veins [a rare medical condition] is merely a physical ailment, and Jangchung Jitae will correct it.”

Even a divine insect wouldn’t be affected by the realm’s pressure once inside the body.

Changes wouldn’t be immediate, but So Cheong would gradually experience beneficial effects.

“Your grandmother will be very happy if you show her Jangchung Jitae. Now, relax your body. I’ll use a secret technique to guide Jangchung Jitae into you.”

“Yes!”

Soon, the golden, thread-like Jangchung Jitae emerged from Cheonbeom’s body and entered So Cheong’s body, its pointed head leading the way.

So Cheong frowned slightly at the strange sensation, but then exclaimed at the mysterious energy flowing through her.

“Wow… my body is tingling and full of energy!”

He felt good seeing his granddaughter jumping around energetically.

It had been with him for over two thousand years, so he felt a bit sad, but it was better for So Cheong to have it than for him now.

“Fortunately, you inherited your father’s great talent for Hwasintong [a fire-based martial art].”

Whether it was because of the Gulong Severed Veins or something else, she also showed great aptitude for Noesintong [a mental cultivation technique].

So Cheong, now carefree, smiled brightly like a child and spontaneously gathered her hands to create a flame.

Blue flames bloomed like lotus flowers in her palms, and when she spread her arms, the blue lotus flowers scattered everywhere.

“Your Hwasintong is quite impressive.”

“Hehe, this blue flame is the pride of the Cheon family! I heard that I inherited my grandfather’s flame, so I practiced even harder!”

He stroked So Cheong’s head with a pleased smile as the blue lotus flowers spun in the air.

But when Cheonbeom snapped his fingers, gold shone from within the blue lotus flowers, and soon a brilliant golden flame soared, transforming them into golden lotus flowers.

It was Cheonbeom’s Taehwa Mandeung [a powerful golden flame technique].

The radiant golden lotus flowers filled the world, scattering golden light.

The Baek San Sect disciples guarding near the nameless floating island were startled and then fell into the harmony created by Cheonbeom.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful….”

So Cheong exclaimed, and Cheonbeom’s shoulders puffed up with pride.

“There’s not much I can give you as your grandfather.”

It was useless to give So Cheong treasures from the Upper World because she couldn’t use them.

The Seoncho [spiritual herbs] that Cheonbeom possessed were either too potent or unavailable in the Lower World, and many of the Seondan [elixirs] would be poisonous to So Cheong.

So there wasn’t much he could offer.

“Gather your hands.”

Soon, the Taehwa Mandeung scattered in all directions converged into golden rays of light in Cheonbeom’s hand.

Cheonbeom placed his hand on top of So Cheong’s gathered hands.

A small light flickered inside.

“Grandfather, this is….”

“Originally, Bongak Cheonghwa [Phoenix Fire] is not mine.”

What had swallowed Bongak Cheonghwa and dyed it in his own color was what he possessed now.

Geumcheon Jiwha [Golden Celestial Fire].

“This would suit you better.”

It was a fire with only a fraction of the original Geumcheon Jiwha’s power.

If he gave her the true Geumcheon Jiwha, she would be consumed by the fire, so it was better to give her a small amount of power, just as Cheonwoo had given Bongak Cheonghwa to Cheonwoo in the Lower World.

“The rest is up to you.”

How to cultivate the fire would depend on So Cheong’s choices and efforts.

So Cheong smiled as she stared at the small golden spark in her hands, as if she would be drawn into it.

Seeing that his granddaughter seemed satisfied, Cheonbeom slowly stood up.

‘I’ve given her everything I can for now.’

It would be nice to spend some time with his granddaughter here, but Cheonbeom had to go to the location of the Seonsaljeon [a gathering of powerful cultivators].

Of course, one thing bothered him before that, so he intended to resolve it before leaving.

Cheonbeom reopened the ancient book that So Cheong had given him and looked at the map.

“Why is that there again?”

“…If it’s a trap, it wouldn’t be bad to fall into it.”

If someone was trying to harm So Cheong for some reason, they would be waiting at the location indicated on this map.

If so, it was best to deal with it when the opportunity arose.

It was for his cute granddaughter.

Wouldn’t his heart be more at ease if he resolved that much and left?

“Let’s see what those guys look like.”

* * *

The map in So Cheong’s ancient book pointed to the middle of a floating island.

The spacious floating island, like a secluded haven, was dotted with trees, and in the center stood a seemingly ordinary thatched-roof house.

At first glance, it exuded a serene atmosphere, suggesting a hermit’s dwelling, making it a perfect place to pique the curiosity and lower the guard of cultivators who harbored romantic notions about hermits.

Tat.

And there, Cheonbeom’s granddaughter.

Cheon So Cheong arrived with the Baek San Sect disciples.

“Miss. Then….”

When the Taoist next to her spoke, So Cheong nodded with a solemn expression.

“Check it out.”

Just then.

Tatatatatatak!

Suddenly, long chains shot out from the dirt floor, kicking up dust.

“Ugh!”

“Hut, Miss!”

Black-clad figures emerged from nowhere, seizing the chains and completely binding So Cheong and the Baek San Sect disciples.

“What is this!!”

So Cheong tried to cut the chains in anger, but the chains, made of some unknown material, wouldn’t budge.

The unpleasant clanging of the iron hurt her ears and made her head spin, indicating that it was no ordinary chain.

“Who are you!”

As So Cheong shouted, three figures came into view.

So Cheong, who had been glaring, was startled to see their faces, because they were familiar.

“Elder Gwi, and Elder Wan and Elder Gwak…!”

All of them were Baek San Sect elders.

But they smirked and tore off their facial skin with their hands, revealing bloodless, pale white faces.

One was a man, one was a woman, and the man in the center was a pretty young man who looked like a woman.

So Cheong’s head swam with the realization that the Baek San Sect elders had done this. Moreover, their pale white faces indicated that they were practitioners of evil arts.

“You’ve been deceiving us all along! You ghost bastards!!”

They were Gwiseons [ghost immortals].

“They’ve been banished from Dongguk [an ancient kingdom] for a long time, and they’ve been hiding within the Baek San Sect!”

The Gwiseons were once active in Dongguk, but they were driven out due to the territorial dispute between the East Sea Sea Clan and Dongguk, and now they were rarely seen.

“I’m merely repaying thousands of years of resentment. Your only sin is that you inherited that bastard’s bloodline.”

That bastard’s bloodline?

“You’re a guy who has a grudge against our Cheon family!”

“That’s right. So don’t be too upset. You were born into the Cheon family and enjoyed many things without doing anything. Anyway, I will wipe out that bastard’s bloodline in my hands, so everything is a matter of sooner or later.”

The gloomy voice of the man in the center fell like the night sky.

It was a chilling voice full of yin energy that made her feel chills all over her body.

So Cheong was frightened without realizing it. Their level was at least Taeseon [a high level of cultivation].

Among them, the one in the middle was exuding an energy close to Jiseon [an even higher level of cultivation].

Even in the Lower World, the only ones who could face them would be her grandmother Yoho or her great-grandmother Choa.

“Gwisil, even if she’s young, this year is that bastard’s bloodline. We don’t know what she’ll do, so let’s get rid of her quickly.”

“I agree with old man Gwak. If it’s that bastard’s bloodline, even if she’s young, she’ll have a hidden card. There’s no point in being careless.”

It was a little strange that they were not letting their guard down even against So Cheong, who was only at the level of Yeonggyeol [a low level of cultivation].

“Who the hell is that bastard that he’s harming me and my family!”

When So Cheong protested as if she was wronged, the three figures smirked.

“Isn’t that obviously Cheonbeom, the founder of the Baek San Sect who made us like this!”

When they lifted their outer garments a little, rotten flesh and clearly visible yellow bones were visible at a glance. The end of the Gwiseon is a life of neither death nor life, and that was exactly what it looked like.

“You don’t know my sorrow! To relieve this sorrow that has been built up for over two thousand years, I must kill all of that bastard’s bloodline and release the congealed sorrow with their blood!”

I will be able to ascend to the sky without regret.

“Young one, don’t worry too much. Anyway, all of your family will soon follow the path you left. You are cutting off the beginning, so die knowing it is an honor.”

The man called Gwisil takes out a dagger that looks like it was carved from bone from his chest.

It was a resentful dagger full of chilling evil energy.

“It is a Golmangdo [a dagger imbued with resentment] made by collecting and collecting my past grudges. If you are stabbed to death by this dagger, your soul will not return to the cycle of reincarnation and will suffer forever in this. It may be just you alone now, but you will soon not be lonely. I can’t let that bastard’s bloodline die comfortably! Kehahaha!!”

Gwisil, who was laughing wildly, stabbed the Golmangdo into So Cheong’s chest with a face excited as if he had drunk Cheonui Miju [a heavenly wine].

Poof.

“Uh…?”

But it was then.

Huuuuung.

Suddenly, golden currents appeared in all directions.

“Th, this! Why is this! What is this!!”

His body wouldn’t move.

He was trying to stab So Cheong’s chest with the Golmangdo, but he didn’t budge.

Then So Cheong laughed at him.

“Why are you laughing! Don’t laugh, you impudent brat!!”

“What’s the point of repaying thousands of years of resentment without even properly understanding the situation.”

Then a man’s voice was heard from So Cheong’s mouth. Then Gwisil felt that something was seriously wrong.

Because the voice flowing from So Cheong’s mouth was very, very, annoying enough to remember clearly even after thousands of years.

“You, no way…!”

So Cheong’s lips twisted.

And her appearance changed.

So Cheong’s red eyes turned gold, and her cute face changed sharply, turning into a sturdy man.

“I thought you would have died back then… I didn’t know you would still be alive. I clearly heard that your body was torn to pieces by other Taeseons back then.”

Gwisil Gwiseon.

“I didn’t know that the evil relationship in Dongguk would continue until now… I almost lost my precious granddaughter. You’re still bothering people around me, whether it’s now or then.”

Truly vicious.

He was the leader of Yacheongwimun [a demonic sect], who had played with the Geumeun sisters when Cheonbeom was temporarily in Dongguk. It was Gwisil Gwiseon.

“Cheonbeom, you bastard!!”

But Gwisil could not move due to the golden energy.

“Oh, that’s a very good thing. I heard you made it with resentment for a long time? Can I use it once?”

“What….”

Cheonbeom took the Golmangdo from Gwisil’s grasp, examined it, and nodded.

“Your talent is good. The creepy feeling is just like you.”

The chilling thing was just like something a Gwiseon would make.

Cheonbeom held the Golmangdo in his hand and stabbed it into Gwisil’s chest, who couldn’t move.

Poof.

“Cough…!”

“Rest in peace in there.”

Forever.