Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 208

“Heop!”

One of the Demonic Path practitioners gasped as he watched Bulcheon’s head being severed.

Who would have known that as Yewoon of the Guigang Clan was about to die, Hyangno of the Yohyang Clan would suddenly appear and cut off Bulcheon’s head!

“Hyangno!! How could you… Keueuk!”

“You were always impatient.

Your impatience is why you meet your end by my hand. If you are reincarnated, remember this deeply.”

“Damn it! You deceived me!!”

Hyangno responded with a hearty laugh, as if in disbelief.

“Deceived? Who? Yehyeong and I were merely preparing.

Preparing for your impatient nature and greed to reveal your murderous intent!”

A faint ray of light escaped from Bulcheon’s head, which was all that remained.

It was a small figure, a miniature version of Bulcheon, his Hwaryeong [a spirit body or astral form].

“You think I’ll let you escape?”

Hyangno sneered and flicked his finger, causing the several blood-red daggers that had severed Bulcheon’s head to fly with a dazzling sound.

Chwajajajak!

The daggers crisscrossed, tearing apart Bulcheon’s Hwaryeong.

Only a sorrowful scream was heard before it was swept away by the sandstorm, disappearing without a trace.

Swallow.

The disciples of the Demonic Path, who had witnessed the entire situation, swallowed hard.

Bulcheon’s disciples did not cause a commotion even after their sect leader’s death.

Survival of the fittest.

That meaning resonated particularly strongly in the Demonic Path, so it was only natural.

The Bulcheon Clan was founded by Bulcheon.

However, the clan would disappear today, so there was no reason to cause a commotion.

Rather, they had to find a place in the Yohyang or Guigang Clan, which made it even more so.

“Are you alright, Yehyeong?”

“Ah, I’m a little injured. The spot he hit wasn’t good… Bulcheon, that guy. He really aimed to kill, haha.”

He spoke as if he were fine, but his complexion was pale, and he vomited a considerable amount of blood.

Hyangno’s eyes deepened.

“But Princess, is what Bulcheon said true? That you agreed to give even more treasures than this… If that’s true, I can’t just let it pass.”

Yewoon shook himself up and stood, though he seemed unsteady, as if he had suffered considerable internal injuries.

“I second that.”

Hyangno also glared at Jisol with fiery eyes, as if he felt the same way.

Jisol seemed flustered but quickly erased that expression.

“It’s true. But I only wanted the guarantee of my life, as he said, and I never incited fratricide. It was all Bulcheon’s intention, his greed.”

“So the story about the treasure is also true.”

That was what was important.

Jisol’s brow furrowed.

“It’s true. I said it because you were only paying attention to the treasures around you and neglecting what was truly precious.”

“Are you perhaps talking about the one in the middle?”

Jisol nodded.

In the center was a round stone of unknown use.

They were about to ask what it was for when this incident occurred.

Yewoon smiled with his blood-slicked lips, as if amused.

“Will you tell me what it is?”

“Of course. The treasures around it are also valuable, but all of them combined are not worth as much as that one.”

“Hoh? What is it that makes you say that?”

Jisol took a small breath, strode towards it, placed her hand on the sphere, and moved her lips.

A sparkling spell emerged from her body and entered the sphere, causing the surface of the rough sphere to writhe as if the spell was alive.

Just as her spell was about to reach its climax.

Crack!

The surface of the sphere cracked, and soon it split cleanly in half.

And inside.

“A silkworm?”

There was a bright red silkworm inside.

The silkworm was inside a translucent bead, and she picked it up and examined it closely, tilting her head.

It was a silkworm, but it was not easy to determine what kind.

Its whole body was red, but its head was purple, and it had black spots all over its body.

“What is this that you call such a great treasure?”

She asked, seemingly unable to figure it out, and Jisol smiled.

“Would it be enshrined in such ruins if it weren’t a great treasure?”

“Hmm… That’s true….”

It must be something since it was sleeping here.

Otherwise, how could it be with such great treasures?

But she had no idea what kind of divine power it possessed, which was frustrating.

“Tell me quickly. Are you trying to melt us old men’s hearts?”

Yewoon, who looked like a young man, said, which didn’t suit him.

Jisol readily began to answer, as if that was what she intended.

“It is a silkworm born from a celestial insect of the Upper Realm. After raising it and allowing it to metamorphose, if you consistently apply the powder of the moth to your body, your body will become as hard as diamond, and if you ingest it, your organs will become strong. As it is a celestial insect of the Upper Realm, its efficacy is vastly different from that of the Lower Realm!

Therefore, it would be no exaggeration to call it the greatest treasure of the Golden Ring Celestial Fragrance!”

Hyangno and Yewoon’s expressions were bewildered at her explanation.

They said it was great, but it didn’t resonate much.

“Is it that great? I can hardly believe it.”

“Even if I hear and see it, treasures containing the Bungma energy seem better to me. Is it really that good?”

When they said they were puzzled, Jisol supplemented her explanation as if she fully understood.

“The term ‘celestial insect of the Upper Realm’ may not be easy to grasp. On the surface, there is no difference between a divine insect and a celestial insect. What is so different?”

“That’s right! It’s just a bug, and they’re not that different. What makes it so great and beneficial?”

“It is because if you take this and cultivate it diligently within your body, you can consider that you have completed the path to ascension!”

Saaaaaak.

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange aura spread in all directions.

It was Hyangno’s aura.

“Is that true?”

“According to the records, it was. Since it is a celestial insect of the Immortal Realm, if a cultivator of the Lower Realm takes and cultivates it, wings will grow on their back, making the path to ascension easier….”

If that was really true, it was more valuable than any treasure in the Golden Ring Celestial Fragrance.

What was ascension if not ascension?

It meant growing wings and flying up to the sky to become an immortal. But if you could just take this celestial insect and wings would grow automatically, allowing you to ascend, how could you not be tempted?

Why would cultivators devote themselves to cultivation for thousands of years?

The first is to become an immortal, and the second is to obtain immortality and eternal life!

“If I only had this celestial insect….”

You wouldn’t have to go through such hardships.

Hyangno’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

With the path to becoming an immortal right in front of him, would there be any cultivator under the heavens who wouldn’t be greedy?

Even if Maitreya Buddha came, his eyes would roll back, and he would be greedy.

Hyangno, regaining his senses, glanced at Yewoon.

Yewoon’s lower abdomen had stopped bleeding, but his face was as white as a sheet, as if he were in bad condition.

Hyangno bit his lower lip and lifted the bead containing the celestial insect.

“Yehyeong. I’m sorry, but please yield this to your younger brother. Since we have had a relationship, I won’t bother you, hyungnim [term of respect for an older brother or senior]. Life is full of ups and downs, and if you wait, another opportunity will come, so don’t think I’m being too heartless.

Those who walk the path of tyranny will understand.”

Hyangno’s face flushed as if he was excited, and his hands were trembling slightly because of it.

Yewoon leaned against the wall with a bitter face and slumped down.

“Yes, as you said, things will work out somehow if you live, so I completely agree.”

Hyangno was puzzled by Yewoon’s easy surrender but didn’t care.

No matter how strong Yewoon, the strongest of the three great devils of Magok, was, he was now seriously injured. No matter how swift and fierce a tiger is, what is there to fear if it is dying?

“And thank you.”

Still, he didn’t feel good that the person he had been serving as hyungnim said that.

He never thought that Yewoon, of all people, would thank him for saving his life.

Hyangno turned his eyes away from Yewoon to steel himself.

And.

It was then.

A quiet word made Hyangno’s eyes widen.

“For dying.”

Chwaaaaaak!!

In an instant, Hyangno’s body split in half, spraying a fountain of blood.

Hyangno’s Hwaryeong tried to escape in an instant, but it was impossible.

Yewoon’s zombie, who had cut him down, quickly grabbed the Hwaryeong.

“How could you do this to me!”

Hyangno shouted in disbelief in the form of his Hwaryeong.

His voice was filled with betrayal and sorrow, but Yewoon calmly wiped the blood from his face and replied.

“I told you, you should have killed me. How can you walk the path of tyranny if you have feelings in your hands?”

With those words, he nodded, and his zombie grabbed Hyangno’s Hwaryeong and burst it.

With a Poong! sound, it disappeared without a trace, and Yewoon shook himself up as if he felt relieved.

“Oh dear, I’m indebted to my wife again. It’s happened several times, and it will continue to happen in the future, haha!”

Yewoon expressed his gratitude by affectionately hugging the expressionless zombie.

It was a very bizarre sight.

The way he treated the zombie like a living person was so crazy that it gave him goosebumps.

However, to some extent, it was understandable because the zombie’s appearance was so beautiful that he could understand it.

Although she was now just an expressionless corpse, she must have been a woman of exquisite beauty when she was alive.

“Celestial insect, ascension….”

Yewoon, holding the celestial insect in his hand, looked at it with interest before his face suddenly hardened.

* * *

“Is that true?”

San-gun, who was standing in the middle of the red desert, was muttering to himself.

[It cannot be said that the celestial insect of the Upper Realm is not beneficial to the cultivators of the Lower Realm, but it cannot help with ascension.

Ascension to the Upper Realm is based on the laws of heaven, so how can a mere celestial insect shake the laws of heaven.]

San-gun, who was surveying the situation in the surrounding area with the Guimok Mangui [a magical artifact for seeing and hearing], looked at the place where the Demonic Path practitioners were gathered and could hear what Jisol was saying.

The Guimok Mangui was capable of not only seeing but also hearing.

Anyway, San-gun immediately explained the whole story to Bong and asked.

If Jisol’s words were really true, he wanted to fly there right away.

“I see.”

But all he heard was a cold response, and San-gun was disappointed.

[There may be a fast path, but there is no easy path. It is best to always be diligent in your practice.]

San-gun nodded and pondered before smiling.

“Old habits die hard… Even when captured, she’s as cunning as ever.”

San-gun shook his head and lost interest, withdrawing the Guimok Mangui and gathering his energy.

And just then.

Kuuuuung.

With a strange tremor, a wave of ominous energy spread throughout the area.

His whole body contracted, and his hair stood on end from an instinctive sense of dread.

[Something bad has awakened. It is best not to use the power of that treasure.]

He must be referring to the Guimok Mangui.

“What has awakened that you don’t want me to use the Cheonnyang Jibo [a high-level treasure]?”

[It’s a futile act. Even if it’s a Cheonnyang Jibo or whatever, it won’t work against the Chungseon of the Chunggye (Insect Realm) [a powerful being from the Insect Realm].]

The Chungseon of the Chunggye!

What is that that you don’t want me to use the Cheonnyang Jibo!

The Cheonnyang Jibo is a treasure that has reached the end of all the unique treasures in the world.

But to tell him not to use it….

Whooooong! Beyond the spreading sandstorm.

Jeojeok jeojeok! Woong woong woong woong woong! Woong!

Ominous roars and loud flapping sounds were spreading throughout the area.

San-gun’s mouth closed.

The bright red sandstorms seemed to be blooming like mist in all directions.

He didn’t know what that was.

“…I have to run away.”

[That’s an accurate judgment.]