Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 164

163. A Place Three Days Away from Mount Baek

Located three days’ journey from Mount Baek.

There, Master Noi established his camp, choosing a spot atop a hastily erected tent for his meditative practice.

Beside him, Noi energy surged and danced, morphing into delicate flowers before solidifying into fierce Noi Dragons, the transformations repeating in a mesmerizing display.

“Master Noi! The Gok San Sect has fallen!”

Master Noi’s eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.

“Do they act now, knowing my intentions to strike Mount Baek?”

“I… I believe so.”

“In that case… perhaps I should have prioritized protecting the sacred mountains of Taean.”

But the decision was irreversible; the course was set.

*That* bastard will undoubtedly return to Mount Baek.

Since Mount Baek is practically his home, where else would he go?

I simply need to continue advancing towards Mount Baek, step by methodical step, as I have been.

“There’s no turning back. If we seize Mount Baek, he will be forced to confront us. Furthermore, studying the Inner Mountain he possesses might provide the key to restoring the fallen sacred mountains! We will proceed with our original plan to conquer Mount Baek.”

“Y-yes, that’s right! We place our trust in you!”

Master Noi, accompanied by his aide Tae Seon, led a formidable army of Hwan Seon [Those who have achieved enlightenment], Bi Seon [Those who have achieved a certain level of Taoist practice], and Do Seon [Beginner Taoists], numbering in the thousands.

How could Mount Baek, with its mere few hundred disciples, possibly withstand such a force?

The Baek San Sect Leader is confirmed to be in Taean. Nothing stands in our way.

Even if the Baek San Sect Leader were to appear before us this very moment!

He would be powerless to stop us.

“Let us advance. I eagerly anticipate the expression on that bastard’s face when he sees Mount Baek under our control!”

Master Noi immediately directed his Taoist army towards Mount Baek.

* * *

“Stop them! That fiend is a demonic scourge, defiling the sacred mountains of Taean!”

Dozens of Taoists emerged from the sacred mountain, charging forward with righteous fury.

They were Taoists from the Do San Sect.

Mostly Do Seon and Bi Seon, with a smattering of Hwan Seon among them.

The number was smaller than anticipated, likely because many had been deployed to attack Mount Baek.

“A futile gesture.”

At the entrance to Do Mountain.

San Gun stepped forward, his presence radiating power.

His spiritual pressure emanated from his very toes, engulfing the area like a frigid northern gale.

“Ugh!”

As his spiritual pressure intensified, the Do Seon began to falter, their knees buckling under the weight. The Bi Seon turned ashen, trembling uncontrollably, and even the Hwan Seon flinched, struggling to maintain their composure.

Yet, they stood their ground. Soon, a faint smile played on their lips as a mystic illusion began to weave itself around Do Mountain.

It was a peculiar illusion.

A bizarre illusion, as if shards of shattered glass were plastered across the landscape of Do Mountain.

“A peculiar illusion. No, it’s more accurate to call it a restriction rather than an illusion.”

Illusions are typically designed to trap, while restrictions are intended to block.

While there are nuances, that’s generally the distinction.

But this was… different.

“It seems to have been crafted to both block and trap…”

The specifics were difficult to discern.

San Gun ran his hand across the broken, mirror-like surface and suddenly glanced around, a sense of unease creeping in.

The Taoists who had been present moments before had vanished, replaced by dense vegetation.

Without realizing it, he had been drawn into the mountain’s depths.

San Gun’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening.

“They sent their disciples down even with my arrival… was this their true objective?”

Just then, the vegetation rustled violently, and an eerie voice echoed through the trees.

[How did you find your way here? You must know Master Noi’s path to the Baek San Sect!]

It was the Do San Sect Leader.

San Gun scoffed, his expression dismissive.

“If I feared Master Noi, I wouldn’t have crossed Yuk Dong. This is absurd. You should be more concerned about your own mountain right now.”

[How dare a mere monster speak with such arrogance!]

Kugugung!!

The earth trembled, vegetation was uprooted, and something immense surged from beneath the ground.

He immediately attempted spatial movement, but found his path blocked.

“Tsk. Annoying.”

San Gun clicked his tongue in irritation and opened his palm, conjuring a small triangle.

He tossed it into the air, and the triangle spun rapidly, transforming into a colossal, active volcano that plummeted towards the earth.

Kwaaaang!!

Upon impact, Tanhan Yeosan shook violently, and volcanic ash billowed into the sky.

“Hmm?”

The Tanhan Yeosan, which should have been crushed, was strangely heaving, resisting the force.

Whatever lay beneath must be truly enormous.

[How could you possibly harm my Seonchan Toin (Zen Diamond Earth Man) with such a paltry attack!]

“Seonchan Toin?”

Moments later, an earthen hand emerged from beneath the Tanhan Yeosan. The massive hand lunged towards San Gun, who hovered in the air.

However, its sheer size made it surprisingly slow.

He felt a surge of relief.

At that speed, no matter how large it was, it posed no real threat.

But that thought was fleeting.

Suddenly, the Seonchan Toin’s hand vanished as if severed by an invisible blade.

“What…!”

Almost instantly, he sensed something hurtling towards him with immense divine power.

He whirled around.

The Seonchan Toin’s gigantic hand was bearing down on him from behind, filling his vision.

It had traversed space itself to strike.

San Gun cursed inwardly and clasped his hands together. Then, five-colored light erupted from his feet, bathing the area in an ethereal glow.

Kwaaaang!!

Dust swirled within the illusion, distorting the scenery as if reality itself was fracturing.

However, the dust coalesced, drawn together as if by an unseen force, and transformed into a colossal earth figure.

The Do San Sect Leader, who had been concealed, materialized on the giant earth figure’s shoulder, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

“No matter how great your divine power, how can you overcome the harmony of my Seonchan Toin and Seonchan Cheongjin (Zen Diamond Invocation)! Hahaha!”

The Seonchan Toin was a puppet crafted using the original Seon method, which he equated with the Bonseon Beopae [Original Zen Dharma Treasure] he had developed over his lifetime. The Seonchan Cheongjin was a ten-thousand-step illusion passed down through generations in the Do San Sect.

“With the Seonchan Toin and Seonchan Cheongjin, I am 50% confident of victory even against Tae Seon Junggyeong, so why would I fear you!”

“If you were so confident, you should have revealed yourself sooner.”

The Do San Sect Leader’s laughter abruptly ceased.

His voice remained unwavering, as always.

Looking closely, a lotus flower was blooming where the dust had settled.

No, it wasn’t a lotus flower in the traditional sense.

Upon closer inspection, it was a lotus shape constructed from thousands, tens of thousands of swords.

The sheer density and solidity of the formation seemed to make even diamonds pale in comparison.

“Damn bastard.”

The Do San Sect Leader spat out the curse and merged his essence into the Seonchan Toin’s body.

Almost immediately, the earth figure’s energy surged, becoming ferocious, and armor and a helmet made of earth began to materialize, encasing it in formidable protection.

And that wasn’t all.

Dozens of earth figures, each an exact replica of the Seonchan Toin, were conjured within the illusion, multiplying the threat.

Illusions amplified by the power of the illusion itself!

[Entering my illusion is as good as your defeat!!]

Dozens of Seonchan Toin charged towards San Gun’s lotus formation in a coordinated assault.

However, San Gun remained unfazed, calmly altering his hand seals within the lotus. The lotus bloomed fully, its petals transforming into razor-sharp points, resembling a hedgehog raising its quills in defense.

In the next instant, tens of thousands of swords shot out in all directions with explosive force.

They were launched with the momentum to tear apart not only the earth figures but also the very fabric of space itself.

[Kuaaaak!!]

The Do San Sect Leader’s agonizing scream echoed through the illusion.

But since he was integrated within the earth figure, he should still be relatively safe.

He immediately drew a sword from his chest, his movements frantic.

It was Great Commander’s Hwanho Hwangeom [Returning Soul Yellow Sword].

The Hwanho Hwangeom spun rapidly, igniting flames along its blade, and then vanished with a sharp *zhiik!* sound.

A moment later.

A miserable scream erupted, and a bloodied earth figure plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

San Gun landed gracefully, his expression calm, and walked towards the fallen earth figure.

As he extended his hand, space tore open, and the Hwanho Hwangeom materialized in his grasp before disappearing like a mirage.

‘The original sword itself must have been quite something.’

Treasures capable of tearing space are exceedingly rare.

Moreover, it contained potent Hwasin [Fire God] power, granting it divine power comparable to a supreme treasure.

Even Tae Seon rarely possess multiple supreme treasures, so few would be able to withstand the Hwanho Hwangeom’s might.

“I heard that if you perfect the Bonseon puppet, you can pull mountains and shake the earth through puppet integration, but it seems you haven’t reached that level yet?”

The Do San Sect’s divine power was also unique, but his opponent was simply too strong.

The Do San Sect Leader gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage at San Gun’s mockery.

But soon, he was forced to look up at him with a servile expression, his pride shattered.

“T-take it. You can take the sacred mountain, whatever you want, just…!”

San Gun’s laughter vanished, replaced by a cold, piercing gaze. He drew his scabbard with a swift motion.

“Please, please spare me! The reason you are collecting Inner Mountains is to create Inner Mountain Pills, right? I-I will give you the necessary materials and blood, and even my disciples if you need them! S-so please!”

“I have no need for them!”

San Gun immediately held out his scabbard, extracted the bastard’s Hwaryeong [Soul Essence], and flicked his wrist, discarding it.

“How can Taoists be so different? No, this bastard must be an anomaly…”

The Hwasin Sect Taoist was a Taoist with a rare personality. The others are not much different from the Do San Sect Leader.

That’s the world.

-Is that why you saved him?

The swords that had been scattered around converged, merging into a single blade.

A sword as beautiful as a flower.

The brilliant five-colored light coalesced, forming the figure of a beautiful woman.

It was Hwaran.

“After all, I only needed five Inner Mountains.”

There are six sacred mountains with Inner Mountains in Taean.

One of them is superfluous.

“And who am I to decide whether to save someone or not.”

He retrieved a smoking pipe from his chest, placed it in his mouth, and turned to leave.

With a flick of his fingers, Gongjeonggang [Essence of Righteousness] was extracted from the Do San Sect Leader’s body and drawn into his hand. After examining it briefly, he smiled faintly and surveyed the surroundings.

The illusion had long since dissipated, and the faces of the Taoists, etched with shock and despair, were visible through the falling shards of glass.

“Although I killed the Do San Sect Leader, it was because our interests were incompatible. I hold no grudge against the Do San Sect disciples, so rest assured.”

With those words, his figure dissolved into mist and vanished.

Not long after, Do Mountain shuddered violently, and the mountain itself roared in agony before exploding.

Soon, the vegetation of Do Mountain withered and blackened, and the stones crumbled and collapsed, devoid of vitality.

The Do San Sect disciples gazed at the sky with vacant expressions before scattering, their hopes and dreams shattered.

It was the day Do Mountain fell.

* * *

And three days later.

Thousands of Taoists, riding on swords or utilizing various Dunbo [Taoist levitation techniques], filled the sky above Mount Baek, a vast and imposing force.

Among those Taoists.

Master Noi, seated in a giant palanquin, wore a solemn expression, his face a mask of grim determination.

“Following the Gok San Sect and the Do San Sect… can’t they even defeat a monster of the early Yeonggeop [Nascent Soul] realm!”

The Tae Seon assisting him, as well as the Taoists flanking him, swallowed hard, their throats constricting with fear.

Golden lightning crackled sharply around Master Noi, a visible manifestation of his barely contained rage. A lightning divine power so potent that it could kill low-level Taoists with a mere touch!

They couldn’t help but gulp, their hearts pounding in their chests.

“I thought he was no ordinary guy since he handled Dokyeom…”

He was proving to be more formidable than anticipated. Naturally, Master Noi couldn’t suppress a growing sense of unease.

The fact that a Tae Seon Hukyeong [Black Sky Great Immortal] was feeling apprehensive about an early Yeonggeop realm being was almost absurd, and a hollow laugh escaped him.

But he quickly steeled his resolve, pushing aside his doubts.

His objective remained unchanged.

Attacking Mount Baek.

That was the paramount priority.

Master Noi turned his gaze towards those who awaited his command, their eyes fixed on him with anticipation.

Looking at the Taoists densely packed in the sky, a sea of faces stretching as far as the eye could see, Master Noi murmured softly.

“Attack.”

Waaaaaaa!

The Taoists, who had been holding their breath in anticipation, surged towards Mount Baek in a unified wave.

It was then.

Giiiiing!

With a strange, resonant hum, six giant towers suddenly rose from Mount Baek, piercing the sky.

“Is that the Six Spirit Pagoda?”

“It’s not confirmed, but that’s what the reports suggest. Stolen from the Ilwol Sect…”

“Hmph, judging by the Baek San Sect Leader’s actions, he must have pilfered it from the Ilwol Sect! If I were to inform the Ilwol Sect Leader, he would personally tear that bastard apart!”

“If that were the case, we wouldn’t have the opportunity to uncover the secrets of Mount Baek.”

The six towers that had risen exuded an otherworldly spiritual power, and blue flames ignited atop each one, casting an eerie glow.

Within the dancing flames, they abruptly transformed into eyes, piercing the air with intense blue rays.

Piing!!

As the rays, resembling tangible lines of energy, swept across the ranks of Taoists, their bodies were torn asunder, disintegrating into nothingness.

“Kuaaak!”

“W-why is my body!”

And that wasn’t all.

The Six Spirit Pagoda emitted a milky white energy, enveloping the entirety of Mount Baek in a protective semicircle.

It had erected a formidable barrier, a shield impervious to the attacks of Do Seon, let alone Bi Seon.

“It is said that the Six Spirit Pagoda, one of the Seven Treasures, excels at defense, so it seems the rumors were not exaggerated!”

Master Noi nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the milky white shield.

“But it’s merely buying time. A shield is meant to be broken if you persist in attacking it, so don’t be deterred!”

“Yes, sir!!”

Just then.

Suddenly, hundreds of trees sprouted from the ground across Mount Baek, their branches reaching towards the sky, and a strange wave of spiritual energy emanated outwards, blanketing the area.

Even Master Noi couldn’t help but widen his eyes in surprise at this mysterious surge of power.

“What is this…”

The wave of spiritual energy subsided.

The strength and appearance of the milky white shield surrounding Mount Baek underwent a transformation.

It became a transparent shield, almost invisible to the naked eye, but the surrounding area was now shrouded in a thick, impenetrable haze.

The Taoists of Taean, wary of the transparent shield, hurled their treasures towards it, testing its defenses.

Swish.

“Huh?”

But strangely, the treasures did not bounce off the shield as before.

They passed straight through, as if the barrier was not there at all.

One of the Do Seon, intrigued and slightly apprehensive, stepped onto his sword and cautiously approached the shield.

After extending one arm into the seemingly empty space, he cried out in alarm.

“T-there’s nothing here!”

Emboldened by his words, the other Taoists threw their treasures towards the shield again, confirming his claim.

As he said, the treasures passed through as if there was nothing there. But instead of feeling relieved, they were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Master Noi closed his eyes, contemplating the situation, and then issued his command.

“Go.”

The Do Seon and Bi Seon exchanged nervous glances, and when the Hwan Seon glared at them with impatience, they were startled and reluctantly rushed towards the shield.

Approximately a hundred Do Seon, Bi Seon, and a handful of Hwan Seon entered the seemingly permeable barrier.

An hour passed.

The interior of Mount Baek remained eerily silent.

Master Noi waited patiently.

Half a day passed.

But no one emerged from within the shield.

Another hour ticked by.

Mount Baek remained silent, its secrets guarded.

The hundred Taoists had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

Master Noi’s worries deepened, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach.

Call Of The Spear [EN]

Call Of The Spear [EN]

Tale of the Floating Sages Call of the Spear Cystic Story Die Chroniken des Berggottes Fantastic Story of Nangseon L'Épopée du Dieu de la Montagne La historia de la reencarnación del tigre Lang Xian Fantasy Talk Lãng Tiên Kỳ Đàm Nangseon Story Story of Thorny Spear The Story Of The Reincarnation Of The Tiger The Story of Thorny Spear История перерождения в тигра Причудливая история о горном небожителе ตำนานผู้บำเพ็ญเพียรพเนจร 浪仙奇幻談 浪仙奇幻谈 낭선기환담
Status: Completed Author: Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] In the heart of Baek Mountain, Sangun, the revered tiger lord, lived a life of serene solitude. But destiny, as it often does, had other plans. A vision in white hair, a young girl named Choa, arrives at his doorstep, proclaiming herself his bride. Sangun's world is instantly upended. He recognizes her lineage – the White-blooded Demon Beast, a creature of terrifying power and whispered nightmares. He knows he should send her away, protect himself and his domain from the chaos she embodies. But beneath her ethereal beauty, he sees a vulnerability, a soul adrift with nowhere else to turn. Against his better judgment, he takes her in, unaware that this act of compassion will unravel his peaceful existence and plunge him into a whirlwind of trials, tribulations, and a destiny far grander than he ever imagined. Prepare to be captivated by a tale of ancient spirits, forbidden love, and the awakening of a power that could save the world... or destroy it.

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