Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 224

Nangseon’s Romantic Story – Episode 223

Somewhere in the Golden Ring.

A man stood, his foot pressing down on a woman’s severed head. They were on a floating island where several giant, five-colored swords were embedded in the ground.

Her head was detached from her body, yet she wasn’t dead – a truly bizarre sight.

But only for a moment.

Crack!!

Bang!

The man who crushed her head finally looked relieved.

He was the thirty-second sword of Geomno and claimed to be San-gun’s senior.

It was Dang Chun.

“All you are is a Hwaseon [a celestial being]. How dare you challenge a sword with that fragile body?”

The woman he had just trampled was a Hwaseon guarding the 3rd level, a Suseon [a water immortal] who had passed through the Dragon Vein and ended up in the same place.

He claimed he had tried to reason with her, but the Hwaseon’s characteristic lack of sense had provoked him.

They soon engaged in a life-or-death battle.

Thanks to that, the surroundings were devastated, the original scenery unrecognizable, but the outcome was clear.

“All a weed is, is a weed.”

In a two-on-one fight, things might have been different, but in a one-on-one, the story changes.

Dang Chun’s body, having achieved Gyuncheon Bohwa [a state of perfect balance and harmony], was a treasured sword in itself, and even the divine power he wielded was imbued with the laws of resolution, Gyuncheon Ogwang [the light of perfect balance].

Few Suseons could stand against him.

“Damn it. I never thought he’d blow me away too….”
Tsk.

He knew the guy had a phoenix feather, but he didn’t know it was a split soul.

Clench.

He often called him senior, so he unknowingly let his guard down.

He had been completely deceived.

Dang Chun quietly suppressed his anger and calmly looked around.

There was nothing there, so much so that it could be called a vast ocean.

The fact that he had destroyed everything while fighting also played a part, but it was originally a desolate place.

“He sent me flying far away.”

It seemed he had deliberately sent him flying at least several hundred thousand miles.

The Golden Ring is a place where space is unstable.

If he wanted, he could pry into space and go down to the Lower World, but….

“It doesn’t seem like he’s going straight to the Lower World.”

He hadn’t exchanged many words, but judging by the current situation and the imminent relationships, he was quite greedy.

The characteristic of such guys is that they never try to let go of what they have in their hands, and they try to hold more than they can handle.

“Gyuncheon Bohwa alone is an excessive opportunity… Well, there’s no end to greed. It’s natural since those who ascend from the Lower World are all like that.”

So, what should I do now….

Dang Chun pondered for a moment, nodded, took out a sword he was carrying on his back, turned it into a giant sword, and climbed on top of it.

“Do you think you can escape Geomno’s grasp by resisting like that?

Why don’t you know that you’ll be caught anyway if you ascend to the Upper World?”

It was because of the Lower World and this ambiguous space that he was helplessly defeated. If it had been the Upper World, not the Golden Ring, he would not have escaped so easily.

“Geomno’s swords are thirty-six in number.”

The last one is San-gun.

If all thirty-five swords appear, there will be no way to escape.

“As your senior, I have to correct your bad habits so you don’t suffer in the future.

Even if I can’t touch your limbs, it’s okay to take out your eyeballs as punishment.”

* * *

Meanwhile.

“A Gumiho [a nine-tailed fox spirit]….”

Why a Gumiho all of a sudden?

He barely managed to defeat Chungseon, and now a Gumiho has appeared….

‘And to make matters worse, she killed Choa….’

It’s not easy to believe.

‘If it’s a Gumiho, it must be a Yeongwon-level Yuksa [a spirit of eternal life at the sixth level].’

The tails of the Ho tribe gradually increase as their level rises, growing up to nine.

And when they reach ten, they become Cheonho [a celestial fox] and ascend, which is a common fact.

But it’s also sudden.

“The Gumiho’s bewitching skills reached the sky, and there was nothing I could do. I was in such a hurry to escape that I couldn’t even take care of my disciple!”

“Is that so.”

Even with the shocking news that Choa had died, San-gun answered surprisingly calmly.

He didn’t easily believe it, and he couldn’t believe it as it was.

‘There’s no need to rush.’

There’s no point in getting excited.

It’s not too late to listen to the situation, carefully consider it, and then decide what to do.

‘Yes, that’s it.’

San-gun nodded to himself.

That was originally his personality.

He was usually calm and rational, with a calculating personality, although there were times when he got excited.

‘I have to do something about Gyuncheon Bohwa.’

Whether it’s because he has a low understanding of other swordsmanship or because he’s never used it, but if it affects him this much, he has to either eradicate it or find a way to control it.

Only then can he return to his original self and not be an obstacle to the path of the Great Dao [the fundamental nature of the universe].

“So. You’re saying you need my help…? Because you can’t handle it alone?”

“Th, that’s right. You faced Chungseon with the Suseons, so a Yeongwon Yuksa should be an easy opponent for you!”

That’s definitely true.

The current San-gun is wearing Tamhwa’s Wiju Hoyeon Armor, having become a Suseon.

Even gods are possible opponents, so how difficult would a Yeongwon Yuksa be?

‘But there’s no need to do that.’

If the Gumiho killed Choa, he should act, but if not, there’s no need to get involved.

Whether Choeum dies or not is none of San-gun’s business, and if she dies, that’s not bad either.

But there’s no need to show it.

“Of course, I have to help you.”

What’s important is Choa.

Only if Choa’s safety is confirmed can he take definite action, so until then, he needs to assess the situation.

It’s good to hide his true feelings as he needs to avoid unnecessary variables.

“But where is that Gumiho?”

When he asked where she was, Choeum scanned the surroundings and raised one corner of her mouth.

“She doesn’t seem to be a nobleman.”

Then, suddenly, the air rippled with black energy, and a human figure appeared. It was a woman with long hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her ears sprouting from her head and the nine tails attached to her waist were an impressive sight.

Her expression seemed somehow sad, which only made her more pitiful.

As soon as San-gun saw her, someone came to mind, but the atmosphere was so different that he was doubtful.

“That’s her! That Gumiho is the heinous woman who killed my disciple, who has a deep connection with you!!”

Despite Choeum’s imposing shout, San-gun silently stared at the Gumiho.

It was then.

The Gumiho’s eyes glowed red.

“It’s a bewitching technique! Don’t make eye contact!!”

Choeum shouted and covered her eyes, but San-gun didn’t close his eyes.

He just stared straight ahead.

He could have blocked it with Danryeong Geumjeong [a protective technique], but he didn’t. He couldn’t turn away from the woman’s strangely humid and longing eyes.

And when he opened his eyes again.

‘This is….’

A completely different landscape unfolded.

A mansion built on clouds.

There was only one sun there, but there were several moons hanging on the opposite side.

Several pavilions and mansions were built on the clouds, but if you tried to look inside, it was like looking at a thick fog, and you couldn’t see well.

The only place that could be seen in detail was one place, and laughter was constantly heard from inside.

Looking closely, there were a woman, a man, and children in a classically built garden.

The beautiful woman and man smiled at each other as if they were so happy, and young children ran around playing around them.

It was a happy scene to witness.

‘….’

But that time didn’t last long.

When he came to his senses, the mansion was covered in flames, and the man, woman, and children were tied up.

Thousands of troops gathered around them and surrounded them, and the man and woman were willingly captured because of the children.

After a while, they were all dragged somewhere, to a place with a strangely shaped giant well.

When they arrived there, several familiar faces were seen besides them.

‘I’m sure I’m seeing these people for the first time.’

They were faces that he seemed to have seen somewhere, and they were somehow familiar.

They all shed tears.

They shut their mouths tightly and glared as if they were resentful and wronged.

The sound of water falling, splash, splash, was so eerie.

They never floated up and disappeared as if buried in the well.

The sound of wailing, lamenting death, spread ten thousand miles.

It was unclear whether the wailing was for those who had fallen into the well or because their turn was coming soon.

But what was certain was that everyone gathered here would die.

That much was certain.

‘Execution….’

Yes, it was an execution.

The people tied with ropes all fell into the well in order.

The number was over twelve and over a hundred.

It was an infinitely large number.

Adults and children alike.

They all fell into the well and died.

They all glanced at the man before falling into the well, but he did not avoid their eyes and captured each and every one of them.

As if he would never forget them.

He glared, shed tears of blood, and captured them all.

His family, friends, and colleagues.

There were many who had been together for a long time, and there were also lives he had saved. All the people related to him were captured and thrown into the well.

Colleagues and friends.

His wife and children.

Everyone fell into the well before his eyes.

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.

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“Hey!!”

San-gun, startled, looked around. There was no mansion on the clouds or a giant well like in a dream.

All that was visible was himself sitting on a collapsed rock wall and the Gumiho looking at him.

And Seonnyeo [a celestial woman] Choeum.

“Is it because you’re a man that you’re fascinated by a woman’s beauty?”

“That’s not possible.”

Her face was suspicious.

She seemed to be wondering if he was bewitched by the Gumiho and had lost his mind.

San-gun waved his hand slightly and looked at the Gumiho with the calmest face possible.

It was a very confusing illusion.

If it was to shake him, it succeeded, but it didn’t seem to be for that purpose. There seemed to be some intention, but it didn’t seem to be a wicked intention.

That’s why it was even more ambiguous.

It wasn’t trying to harm him, and it wasn’t an illusion related to him.

But why would it show him such a thing?

“Seeing you shaking your hands like that, you must have seen something.”

“Who’s shaking their hands….”

San-gun, who was about to retort, narrowed his brows.

It was true.

He was really shaking his hands.

“Why is this….”

He tried to stop it by suppressing his hand, but the trembling didn’t stop.

“Well, just because you fought Chungseon doesn’t mean your mind is a god.”

Feeling an indescribable emotion, he clenched his trembling hand.

“Still, it seems your mind is stronger than I thought, so it shouldn’t be a big problem to deal with the Gumiho.

You quickly broke free from the bewitching technique!”

Whatever illusion the bewitching technique showed him, he has to do what he has to do now.

Worrying is a problem for later.

San-gun, who had shaken off his thoughts, glared at the Gumiho.

Animal ears sprouting from her head and a rich fox tail sprouting from her tailbone.

The texture and number were clearly different from the guy he knew. It was natural since the appearance was not a young face but a mature woman’s face and body.

Completely different beings.

He couldn’t help but think so.

Except for one thing.

Except for one thing.

‘I smell a blackie….’

-Are you a blackie?