Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 211

Tales of the Spirit Lancer – 210

“Kugh… I’m going to die!”

Chokman slumped down, a look of utter frustration on his face.

The Mountain Monarch stared, dumbfounded, before offering a wry smile. “There are many things I want to say, and many questions I have, but now isn’t the time for a leisurely chat.”

Chokman’s brow furrowed. “Are you mocking me now?!”

“Haa… It’s nothing like that. To be honest, I was disappointed when you didn’t come to Sword Spirit Island. That, combined with Chok Mungyeong’s betrayal, made me give up. But after hearing your explanation, it seems there were circumstances. How about we move somewhere else and have a calm conversation without all this tension?”

His calm and detailed explanation seemed to ease Chokman’s anger. Something about it resonated, even with him.

When life gets hectic, it’s easy to forget what you ate that day. And after four hundred years, memories are bound to fade and change.

“…There won’t be any lies, right?”

“No. First, let’s move to another place…”

Whoosh!

Chokman suddenly sliced through the air, retreating thirty feet. The Mountain Monarch looked puzzled. Chokman sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice. “Even if you didn’t kill my nephew, and it’s all a misunderstanding, you’re still the Ghost King of Siphaemancheok [a powerful demonic entity]. Your current position makes you an enemy of the Taoists in Dogye, so how can I associate with you? Even if I value our friendship, it would be an act of betrayal against the disciples of Mount Chok who call me Great Master. I can’t do that.”

“Hmm…”

He had a point.

The Ghost King was an existence that Taoists feared and loathed, their long-time enemy. Unlike before, Chokman and the Mountain Monarch’s relationship had become complicated.

The Mountain Monarch had no argument against that.

“I lost to you today. I knew you would become great in the future, but I didn’t expect you to surpass me so quickly.”

“Great Master…”

“I admit defeat and will quietly retreat today. But don’t think this means I’ll back down the next time we meet. Even without my nephew’s story, you and I are destined to meet as enemies!”

Whoo-oong!! A gust of wind accompanied Chokman’s bow as he vanished.

[We’ll see each other on the battlefield next time, so take care until then!]

He told him to take care while simultaneously declaring their next meeting would be on the battlefield. It was hard to tell if it was a kind sentiment or not.

“It’s true that life is unpredictable, but this is really…”

It was simply cruel.

Their beginning wasn’t ideal.

The ending wasn’t great either, and it was a shame to see their relationship conclude like this.

Moreover, both the Mountain Monarch and Chokman were operating under misunderstandings.

“If it’s fate, there will be another chance.”

He stood there for a moment, a bitter expression on his face.

“…?”

Chokman, who had left as if he’d never return, was coming back.

As he started to approach, wondering what was happening, Chokman’s urgent voice reached him.

“E, escape!!”

The Mountain Monarch, still dazed, noticed scarlet clouds fiercely chasing after the green light. The clouds were a swarm of tiny mosquitoes – the Seonchung [spirit insects] that Chungseon was using.

Seeing them closing in, the Mountain Monarch paled and shouted, “This is crazy!!”

Instantly, the Mountain Monarch tossed the Three Evils and Four Evils into the Gongjeong River [a personal storage space] and yelled at Chokman, who was flying towards him, his face white with fear. “Don’t follow me!!”

With that, he plunged into the huge pit in the middle of the desert – the entrance to the 3rd floor where the white-clothed old woman and woman had disappeared.

“Save me!!”

“Damn it! Why are you coming back in such a pathetic state after leaving so dramatically!”

He’d told him not to come, but he stubbornly followed. If he was going to die, he should die alone. Why was he dragging him down too!

He’d declared their relationship over, so how could he shamelessly come back!

“What can I do! What are those things! Is that why you said it wasn’t the time?!”

“It’s too late to ask now!”

Whoo-oong!!

Turning into a blue ray of light, he descended into the pit. The mosquito swarms quickly followed.

The pit narrowed as they went down. The Mountain Monarch grabbed Chokman’s waist and extended his right hand.

Koo-roo-roo-roong!!

With a thunderous roar, a purple thunderbird materialized from the Mountain Monarch’s hand, emitting a sharp cry.

“Pierce through!”

The thunderbird transformed into a thunder spear and shot forward in a flash.

Kwaaaang!!

The intense blast widened the pit. The Mountain Monarch plummeted for a moment before gesturing upwards.

The thunder spear, which had smashed into the ground, suddenly rose and hurtled towards the red clouds.

Pa-ji-ji-ji-jik!!

Kwaaaang!!

Another earth-shattering explosion filled the pit with purple light from the Bulcheonbulbyeok [a powerful thunder technique].

“Did you get rid of them?”

“…No.”

Even that couldn’t stop the mosquito swarms in the red clouds.

The insects regrouped and easily blocked Bulcheonbulbyeok with a mysterious divine power. It was a testament to the power of the Seonchung that Chungseon was using.

There was a reason they were called Seonchung.

‘Is the difference this big…?’

Bulcheonbulbyeok was an intense thunderous divine power that even the Mountain Monarch hadn’t fully mastered.

He was shocked that the Seonchung seemed unharmed after being directly hit.

“Great Master, do something!”

“Nothing works! If Samchwihwa [a powerful technique] was complete, I could buy some time, but it’s not…”

Chokman suddenly grabbed the Mountain Monarch by the collar, as if remembering something.

“Give me back my Gagagyeong [a magical artifact], you bastard!!”

“Gagagyeong?”

It was Chokman’s Bonseonbeoppae [another magical artifact] that he’d been holding onto since before.

“Is that all you need?”

“Originally, I should have slowly used the time to infuse Gagagyeong into Samchwihwa, but since there’s no time, I can do it sufficiently if I give my lifeblood and overdo it!”

“So, you’re saying it’s possible anyway?”

“That’s right! Give it to me quickly!!”

Tsk, the Mountain Monarch clicked his tongue and searched the Gongjeong River for Gagagyeong.

He hadn’t used it in a while, so it was buried like trash among his many treasures.

“Here! Quickly!”

“Oh! Finally…!!”

“Ah, hurry up!”

“I’m doing it, you bastard!!”

Blood.

Chokman bit his thumb and drew blood. He immediately took out Gagagyeong and a small wooden doll, made a hand seal, and began to chant.

The more he chanted, the more corpse-like Chokman’s face became.

It was clear he was pushing himself too hard.

Chwaaa!!

The Mountain Monarch spread his wings and focused his mind. Chokman was in the process of completing Samchwihwa, but he couldn’t just wait around.

Besides, there was no guarantee his technique would work, so he had to do more.

They were descending rapidly, but the end of the 3rd floor was still far away, and the red clouds were closing in. He couldn’t just stand still.

Hwa-reureuk!

Manikpyeon [a magical artifact] clung to the Mountain Monarch’s wings, igniting intense blue flames.

Blue lights and flames began to spread throughout the pit.

The heat was so intense that his lips dried out instantly, and the ground began to melt and disappear.

“Tsk.”

However, the mosquitoes in the red clouds seemed unaffected and continued to narrow the distance.

“I’ve hated mosquitoes since a long time ago, so this is perfect!”

The Mountain Monarch quickly made a hand seal.

Hundreds of blue lotus flowers bloomed from the scattered Bongakcheonghwa [a powerful technique].

The blue lotus flowers spun around and fully bloomed, but suddenly the lotus petals fell and scattered in all directions.

The sight of thousands of lotus petals fluttering was beautiful, but anyone who knew its power would be horrified.

The Mountain Monarch made a hand seal with a bitter smile and shouted. “Explode.”

Bang! Kwaaaang! Kwaang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!

The ground in the pit was swept away by a chain explosion.

A blue ray of light escaped through the gap, but the Mountain Monarch’s expression was grim.

“Damn it.”

It wasn’t enough, even with the Hwaran of Mangeomilgeom [a powerful sword technique] combined with Bongakcheonghwa.

The red clouds seemed slightly weakened, but the Seonchung were still healthy.

Even the Mountain Monarch’s lips began to crack.

It was rare to encounter an enemy that nothing seemed to affect.

Moreover, it wasn’t a god but only Seonchung that Chungseon was using, making the helplessness even greater.

“Are we there yet!?”

“Just a little more!”

Chokman’s face was now so white it was turning blue, and even his lips were purple.

It was a miracle he was still alive. The Hwansin [spiritual avatars] in front of him, however, were the opposite.

The small wooden dolls had transformed into young girls, holding spears, mirrors, Gagagyeong, and a sickle, their minds focused.

Jade-colored energy overflowed, radiating a cozy and vibrant aura that contrasted with the Mountain Monarch’s domineering presence.

The Mountain Monarch flapped his wings and leaped through space. As Manikpyeon reached its limit, the end of the pit’s abyss came into view.

Lush vegetation and humid air rushed in. The Mountain Monarch looked at Chokman and shouted, “Chokman!”

“Don’t rush me!!”

Clap!!

As he clasped his hands together, the Mountain Monarch’s blunt technique halted in the air.

Chokman’s Samchwihwa’s Hwansin began to move their mouths, creating a triangular green energy.

It seemed like a common divine power, but the spiritual power concentrated within the triangle was enormous. The Mountain Monarch narrowed his eyes, sensing an unknown momentum.

[It’s a thread of power, but to grasp the clue of the law… the one who created that technique must be an unparalleled genius or someone who used the Cheonseonsul of Inhwanseang [a reincarnation technique].]

‘What are you talking about?’

[There is no time to explain. But that power is too weak now, so I have no choice but to help a little.]

Sreureuk.

Bong, appearing like a ghost, moved his lips and narrowed his brow as if in pain.

The green triangle that Samchwihwa was using became even smaller, and the momentum contained within it shifted like the sea before a storm.

“Huh!! W, who are you!”

Chokman, recognizing the change, shouted in surprise. But Bong didn’t answer, clenching his fist with a difficult look.

Tteojjeok! Tteojeojeojeok!!

The quiet green triangle began to roar as if it would swallow space, and the surrounding area rippled like a mirage.

Wing wing wing wing wing wing!!

Just then, the mosquito swarms in the red clouds revealed themselves in the explosion.

The Mountain Monarch’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He couldn’t help but be nervous, but his heart was pounding.

It wasn’t fear.

It was a strange anticipation.

“Among the many laws, the most basic is space, and the next is attraction and repulsion. It is no different even if the beginning of the beginning is contained in this.”

He waved his hand, and several round rings wrapped around the green triangle, increasing and decreasing its size like the heart of a beast, pulsating.

“Child. What is the name of this divine power?”

Gulp.

Chokman swallowed and answered. “Sinchuwijeong….”

“Correcting the new autumn… not a bad name.”

Koo-oong!!

Immediately after.

The green triangle and rings swelled greatly and slowly, very slowly, moved towards the red clouds.

Tat, tatat, tatatata.

The bodies of the mosquitoes in the red clouds burst like bubbles, and the green triangle soon bathed the world in jade light.