Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 156

Tales of the Spirit Lancer – 155

“Ha, hahahahaha!!”

Ryu-aeng threw her head back and laughed boisterously.

However, Un-mo couldn’t laugh.

He had declared he would stop her, but her realm was a full Eternity [a level of spiritual attainment].

She was an existence whose very flow of time was different from his.

He couldn’t help but be nervous; his head could fly off with just one gesture from her.

Un-mo only trusted his armor!

“It’s so absurd I can only laugh. You’re going to stop me? You, who were just lucky enough to be chosen by a spirit medium?”

Ryu-aeng sneered.

A mere Huna [a low-level practitioner] who hadn’t even achieved the Golden Core [a milestone in cultivation].

A guy no different from a commoner.

How could she not find it laughable that such a guy declared he would stop her?

She was an Eternity-level Yuksa [a practitioner of dark arts].

An Eternity who could destroy or save a country with a single gesture.

How could a mere Huna stop her?

“Try if you want. I wouldn’t mind granting your wish to die quickly.”

“Haaap!!”

He charged forward with a shout.

But he was no Sword Immortal, just a commoner.

His slow speed was enough to make one yawn, but unlike his clumsy movements, the energy possessed by the armor was ferocious.

Even she, an Eternity, felt that she shouldn’t respond carelessly.

As expected, Un-mo immediately threw a punch.

A worthless punch.

But strangely, it was eerie.

Ryu-aeng immediately folded space [teleported] and disappeared.

Kwang!

“Did you believe you could do anything to me with power you obtained so easily? How foolish.”

The spot where she had been exploded.

Un-mo didn’t seem to be affected by spiritual pressure or killing intent, perhaps due to the armor’s influence.

But that didn’t matter.

Could she not deal with such a little brat just because that didn’t work?

Ryu-aeng teleported behind Un-mo and immediately reached out her hand.

Then, Un-mo was wrapped in an intangible energy, and his body floated into the air.

He flailed his body, but that was all.

There was no other way.

“That bastard is being cowardly!”

No matter how great the armor was, if the one wielding it was a commoner, there was nothing to fear.

Just as she was sneering and raising the corners of her mouth.

Jiiing.

“What….”

Suddenly, a strange energy flowed out from the armor, scattering Ryu-aeng’s telekinesis.

Only then did Un-mo land on the ground and charge forward with a great shout.

“Ryu-aeaeaeang!!”

Ryu-aeng frowned and waved her sleeve. Suddenly, 20 colorful venomous snakes poured out from her sleeve.

The venomous snakes strangely had dragonfly-like wings, and their swiftness was like light, making it impossible for Un-mo to even react.

Thump, thump, thump!

He curled up his body, but it was the snakes that were bounced off instead.

Their fangs couldn’t pierce the armor.

Rather, the fangs melted, and all the venomous snakes died.

“…Ha!”

Ryu-aeng exclaimed, as if she was dumbfounded.

“The armor is quite impressive. It endured the Venomous Insect Snakes I’ve raised for three hundred years, and even killed them?”

Her hand was dyed a deep green, emitting a fierce poison.

Taang!

“Ugh!”

A dull noise spread.

“Tsk, what you obtained is quite impressive. With what I have now, I don’t have any artifacts to pierce that armor. It’s tougher than diamond, so what can I do?”

Un-mo, who had been struck in the back, rolled once on the ground before getting up without a scratch.

He was pushed in the back and fell over.

That was exactly how it looked.

He inwardly tried to pretend to be calm, but he couldn’t help but be angry.

“Let’s see if that sturdy armor can block even the poisonous fog!”

Poong!

From her body, a verdant poisonous fog burst out in all directions.

No matter how much the armor protected him, he couldn’t be unscathed after inhaling the poisonous smoke.

Armor aside, Un-mo was just a simple commoner.

She had been training in poison arts since she was young and possessed the Ten Mother Poisons (十母毒) [a highly toxic poison], one of the ten most potent poisons, within her body.

An ordinary commoner would have their entire body melt away with just one breath, and even Taoists with some resistance to poison would find it difficult to survive this extreme poison.

“Let’s see if you can still make that dumb face even after I’ve spread the Ten Mother Poisons!”

Ryu-aeng, filled with elation, saw Un-mo’s face contorted with bewilderment.

Seeing that dumb face, she finally felt her frustration easing.

Some of the Baekseon disciples would die due to the poisonous fog, but she didn’t care.

“Baekseon is mine now anyway.”

It was then.

Suddenly, a heavy male voice pierced Ryu-aeng’s ears.

[Who said so.]

Startled, she turned her head.

Whirrrl!

Immense flames soared in all directions.

The suddenly erupting flames instantly incinerated the poisonous fog of the Ten Mother Poisons.

Pillars of fire exploded from the ground, melting the scenery and turning everything into a blue sea of fire.

Ryu-aeng’s expression was filled with bewilderment at this sudden change.

While she was teaching a rude brat a lesson, a tremendous incarnation of fire suddenly popped out; how could she not be surprised?

She didn’t know what was going on, but there was another Eternity besides herself here.

If so, there was only one thing to do.

She had to protect her body from the flames.

Just as she was about to form a hand seal.

A figure appeared from within the blue flames, parting the blue flames.

“Who did you say Baekseon belonged to?”

It was a man with emotionless red eyes and blue flames emanating from his entire body.

The killing intent he subtly revealed was so immense, it was as if he had undergone a slaughter tribulation [a trial of immense bloodshed and violence].

Ryu-aeng felt it instantly.

‘I have to run…!’

But it was already too late.

Thud! San-gun grabbed Ryu-aeng’s neck with one hand and lifted her up.

“Ugh! Uaaaaaagh!!”

Koo-oong!

Along with terrifying pressure, blue flames that seemed to burn her body!

Ryu-aeng couldn’t resist.

Oversaturated with the five-colored radiance emanating from the man’s entire body, she couldn’t even twitch a finger.

It felt as if tens of thousands of swords were aiming at her from all directions.

“P, please spare me, Senior! I, I’ll become your servant or whatever you want! If there’s anything you desire, I’ll give you anything!”

She was utterly pathetic.

It would be easy to soften one’s heart hearing such words from the appearance of a young girl.

However, San-gun firmly shook his head.

“I can’t trust a Jimosas [a practitioner with a third eye].”

Ryu-aeng’s face twisted like a demon. Suddenly, her headband burst into flames, and the center of her forehead split open.

The third eye that Jimosas possessed.

The Dharma Eye (法目) [the all-seeing eye] had popped out.

“Then die!”

A green light flashed from the green eyes.

At that moment, San-gun tilted his head to the side, dodging the green light of the Dharma Eye.

Kwang!!

The rock wall behind San-gun exploded and collapsed.

“All Jimosas have Dharma Eyes, but the power contained within is all different, right? You put poison in your Dharma Eye.”

San-gun smiled wryly.

It was a rare Dharma Eye divine power.

There was no way he wouldn’t covet it.

However, the more he did, the more Ryu-aeng’s complexion turned ashen and pale.

“Damn it!!”

Kwaduk!

San-gun, who had twisted her neck, immediately took out his scabbard and contained Ryu-aeng’s fire spirit.

She was preparing to run away, but she couldn’t escape the trap of Hye-yeon’s Sword.

“The body of an Eternity-level Yuksa, what a windfall.”

It was the body of an Eternity.

It was a body that had achieved Transcendent Form, so it would be good to make a zombie out of it, or it wouldn’t be bad to put one of his fire spirits in it and make it an incarnation.

‘Since it’s the body of a Jimosas who has trained in poison arts, it would be good to tame the Myriad Poison Flame.’

San-gun, who had put Ryu-aeng’s body into the Gongjeong River, slightly turned his head.

The people around him all had their mouths wide open.

From the Baekseon disciples to the Gyoin-tribe Yuksa of the Hae tribe.

“You guys, disappear now.”

Click.

As he flicked his finger, pillars of fire soared from beneath the feet of the Hae tribe.

The Gyoin-tribe women tried to escape, but San-gun’s energy trapped them, preventing them from escaping.

It didn’t take long for their bodies to turn to ashes.

In an instant, he killed one Eternity and three Young Myriad, and the Baekseon disciples couldn’t even swallow their saliva and knelt down.

Who else but ‘him’ could wield the true Bong-ak Blue Flame, an Eternity-level Yuksa?

“Humble disciples greet the Head of the Baekseon Sect, who soars high in the sky!!”

The true owner of Baekseon.

There was no one but San-gun.

They knelt down, clasped their hands in respect, bowed their heads, and shouted.

He was a little embarrassed, but as hundreds of people shouted like that, he was finally starting to feel it.

‘The Head.’

He had become the Head with so many disciples before he knew it.

Life was truly unpredictable.

Who could have imagined?

That a tiger who was almost killed by a hunter would end up founding a sect.

“You’re late.”

Among the disciples of Baekseon, those at the very front were visible.

Man-sam and Myeong-hwa.

And Yeon-ah.

“I never thought you wouldn’t come for over 300 years, San-gun…. No, Head.”

Myeong-hwa said with a hollow laugh.

San-gun had nothing to say and simply wore a smile that was filled with joy.

“I’m glad you came even now.”

It was Yeon-ah.

Her face clearly showed the traces of time.

San-gun quietly smiled and stroked Yeon-ah’s hair.

It was strange to treat a middle-aged woman like a child, but Yeon-ah smiled contentedly.

“You’ve worked hard.”

As if she had lived diligently for 300 years just to hear these words.

Yeon-ah seemed satisfied.

“We should finish dealing with the situation first.”

Afterward, San-gun approached Un-mo.

“You did well. Thanks to you buying time, we were able to weed out all the remaining spies. It seems it was the right answer to give you the Tamhwa [a powerful artifact].”

“Yes, yes?”

Un-mo didn’t seem to understand what he was saying. San-gun smiled slightly and changed his appearance.

It was a form that only hid the horns and wings from his Transcendent Form.

“Heot!”

“Eo-eot!!”

Not only Un-mo but also the others were surprised at the same time.

“You were the Head? This is… you have a knack for teasing the spirit beast.”

Myeong-hwa smiled bitterly as if he was embarrassed, recalling what had happened before, and Bi-seon and a few Do-seons turned pale.

It seemed like they had something to feel guilty about.

“It’s a shame, but I’ll have to take it back now.”

As San-gun reached out his hand, the black armor that covered Un-mo’s body turned into a small centipede, and the centipede suddenly transformed into a girl.

“Hmph!”

Tamhwa didn’t like Un-mo at all and turned her head away.

It was full of surprising things.

It was surprising that the armor had become a girl, but it belonged to the Head.

And the Head was the tiger he had tried to build a friendship with before!

There was nothing to trust in the world.

Ryu-aeng and the tiger were both Eternities.

But soon, she had a bitter smile.

What was even more disappointing was that she thought she had gained power, but it disappeared, leaving her feeling empty.

“Don’t be disappointed. I can’t make you my direct disciple, but I’ll make you my honorary disciple, so practice with all your heart.”

Not only Un-mo but also the other Taoists were startled and trembled.

Soon, gazes of jealousy and envy turned to Un-mo, but as San-gun turned his gaze, they disappeared as if they had never been there.

“Y, you mean me?”

“Yes.”

“W, why me….”

“Well, you’ll find out when the time comes.”

It was a meaningless sound, but it wasn’t a matter of whether she could refuse or not.

An honorary disciple of an Eternity! It was no different from a heaven-sent opportunity.

Un-mo immediately prostrated herself and bowed her head.

“I will serve you as my teacher with all my heart and devote myself to cultivation with the determination to be buried in Baekseon!!”

San-gun lightly nodded and finished the entrance exam.

* * *

Three days later.

Baekseon, which had received many disciples, was full of vitality. It was also because the owner of Baekseon had returned.

However, they were thoroughly keeping San-gun’s return a secret.

The reason was.

“Yukdong, huh…. I’ve heard of them. They’re a force formed by the allied Seondo sects [Taoist sects] of the East. And those guys are targeting Baekseon?”

“You’re exactly right.”

It was an interesting story.

The alliance created by the six great sects of the East was Yukdong.

Baekseon was also putting effort into fostering disciples, but it was still a bit lacking to be called a great sect.

But it was a force created by six great sects, so it was natural for Yeon-ah, who was dealing with them, to be sweating profusely.

Until now, there were many times when they had to endure humiliation due to the pressure from Yukdong.

How could they not when those guys with Taoists of the Great Celestial level, equivalent to Eternities, as their backers were acting so boldly?

Fortunately, they were enduring their pressure thanks to the Six Spirit Stele Tower that San-gun had installed, but even that was only up to this point.

It was said that not just the envoys of Yukdong, but the Heads had decided to move.

“They called you?”

“Yes. It’s temporary, but since I’m the one who’s been handling the major and minor affairs of Baekseon, I’m strictly your disciple, Master.”

It was a tone filled with pride.

However, wrinkles appeared on Yeon-ah’s face as if she was worried.

“Why would they call me?”

“What do you mean why? They’ll nicely suppress you with force, then ask why the spiritual energy is so abundant, and try to steal the Divine Tree, or something.”

Wouldn’t the things those Dogye bastards [derogatory term for Taoists] do be all similar?

It was obvious.

“What are you going to do, Master?”

“They called me, so I have to go.”

“Are you going?”

“I owe them a lot, so I have to show my face; that’s the way of the world.”

Unlike his calm tone, San-gun’s eyes were extremely fierce.