Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 284

Nangseon’s Romantic Tale – 283

A moment ago.

“I also don’t believe in meaningless killing. I don’t think there’s any reason to get my hands dirty with unnecessary blood.”

Cheonbeom’s hands were stained with the blood dripping from the Earth Immortals.

Dealing with four Earth Immortals wasn’t that difficult.

Their divine powers, unable to manipulate even a single Law, couldn’t even scratch Cheonbeom’s body. Their quite powerful divine powers and treasures were futilely blocked by his body, which was no different from a precious sword.

Not all Earth Immortals are skilled in combat.

Some use their power for killing, while others do not.

They are Immortals.

Cultivators who train for eternal life.

After ascending to Earth Immortal, most focus more on the enlightenment needed for ascension than on increasing their power.

“Maybe it’s because I’m getting old, but I’m starting to think that way. Maybe it’s because I have a child.”

And that was the only difference between them.

“Ah, you guys might not know since you can’t have children. Maybe it’s because I have a child, but I don’t want to see unnecessary blood. It makes me sad to think that my child might have to live this kind of life.”

Cheonbeom, smiling bitterly, looked at the Earth Immortal kneeling before him, bleeding.

“Shall I spare you?”

It was a word that came from his eyes and mouth as he looked down indifferently.

It was an emotionless tone that was completely different from when he was talking about his child.

Perhaps that’s why.

Like a woman whose heart has left, none of the Earth Immortals opened their mouths.

So he said again.

“I know why you guys blocked me here. You were probably swayed by that Demonic Path scoundrel’s cunning tongue.”

Cheonbeom pointed with his chin at Yewoon, who looked relatively unharmed.

“I don’t know what that guy used to coax you. But now might be the time to choose your side wisely.”

Then the Earth Immortals’ eyes quickly turned. They began to weigh their face, their interests, and their lives, calculating one by one.

“Was my word too difficult? Then shall I speak plainly?”

Cheonbeom’s eyes sharpened again, and he pointed at one of them with his finger.

“If you catch him, I’ll spare you.”

Then the Earth Immortals’ bodies trembled.

Soon their eyes darted back and forth, and a strange tension began to flow.

It’s a strange situation.

Those who tried to stop him now want to avoid their own deaths by sacrificing another life, as their lifelines are at stake.

‘No, there’s nothing strange about it.’

They were always like that.

It doesn’t matter what level of cultivation they are.

No.

Rather, the higher the level of Daoist [a follower of Taoism], the stronger their obsession with eternal life becomes.

Someone once said.

That the one who lives long is not the smartest, nor the strongest, nor the most beautiful, but the most shameless.

‘Will they be different?’

But.

“The words of the Baek San Clan Leader are right!”

They were undoubtedly shameless.

“We were, we were *hollyeotda* [bewitched/deceived] by that guy’s tongue!”

“That’s right! We were momentarily blinded by that guy’s cunning words!”

As if they were the victims.

As if they had done nothing wrong.

‘Those in front of me too.’

Mortals under the sky.

Immortals above the sky.

They are all the same.

What is eternity, and what is life?

If that is the appearance of those who pursue the Dao, what is the point of heading upwards?

“How can we know whether the lotus that blooms on filth is great, or the filth that blooms the lotus is admirable?”

Whether to become a lotus or mud.

What is right, and what will become is one’s path and destiny.

‘It’s exhausting.’

Beom, looking at them with calm eyes, shook off his blood-stained hands.

The situation has changed.

Their bodies, which were holding hands and facing Cheonbeom, are now turning their backs and facing Yewoon.

It was a natural thing for them.

Now that they thought it was impossible to defeat Cheonbeom, the only way to survive was to catch Yewoon.

It may seem pathetic, but Earth Immortals are those who only wish for ascension in pursuit of eternal life.

The privilege of the survivor is to be able to promise the future if they can only save their lives.

‘Earth Immortals have different paths from Heavenly Tribulation and don’t have to endure Heavenly Lightning, so it’s a natural result.’

But opening that Heavenly Tribulation is difficult.

Isn’t it walking one’s great Dao to survive, even if it’s pathetic, rather than dying here?

“Kuhahaha, hahahahaha!!”

It was then.

Suddenly, Yewoon laughed madly as if he had lost his mind.

To show such a laugh even though the situation is not good means two things.

He’s lost his mind.

‘Or he has a plan.’

Kugugugung!!

“It seems to be the latter.”

With a roar, the mountains, fields, and flower gardens, which were all blue, disappeared like smoke.

What was visible was a desolate land and a bizarre magic circle that seemed to be engraved with blood on it.

Thud!

As the illusionary formation was released, the noise of the fierce battlefield and the sound of drums echoed.

And at the same time, Manmando shook, and tens of thousands of small stone pagodas rose from the ground.

“W-What is this….”

“What are you plotting again!!”

Yewoon grabbed his stomach and burst into laughter as if he was dying of laughter.

“Shouldn’t you think about whether your body is moving first? Keuheut!”

“Huk! Why isn’t my body…!”

They were horrified as if their bodies were not moving, and their faces turned pale.

The Earth Immortals’ bodies were bound by the stone staffs they were holding, and they could not move as if their feet were stuck to the ground. Perhaps the stone staffs were related to the magic circle.

‘It was an obvious trick.’

I saw it somewhere, and it looked similar to the stone staff that he had deceived the Ghost Kings with when he invaded Siphaemancheok.

It seems that he had been planning to betray them from the beginning.

Bloody clouds slowly leaked out from the tens of thousands of rising stone pagodas.

The bloody clouds slowly took shape and became hideous like demons.

Several bloody demons rushed at the Earth Immortals and Cheonbeom.

Splat! Bang!

Unlike Cheonbeom, who erased them as if slapping them on the cheek, the Earth Immortals were helplessly eaten alive by the bloody demons.

“Kkeuaaaack!!”

“T-These guys are eating my flesh and blood…!!”

“Save me, save me, Baek San Clan!!”

There was no reason to save them, but looking at the way things were going, it didn’t seem like it would be good to just leave them alone.

If their being eaten was helpful to Yoojeong for some reason, it had to be stopped.

“Go.”

Whiririk!

Cheonbeom’s Hap Hwan Ho Hwan Sword spat out a fiery flame and disappeared into space.

“I won’t let you do that!”

Taeng!!

Yewoon, who deflected the Hap Hwan Ho Hwan Sword that appeared by cutting through the space next to the Earth Immortal, took out one of his *gangshi* [Chinese hopping vampire/zombie].

It was a truly beautiful *gangshi*, and it seemed to be the one he cherished, calling it his wife.

Whiririk Chuck!

Cheonbeom, who received the deflected Hap Hwan Ho Hwan Sword, looked at him with cold eyes and said.

“Why are you helping Yoojeong?”

But Yewoon only smiled strangely and did not answer.

“Are you trying to buy time?”

Then I can’t let you do that.

Pajijijijijik!!

From his grasp, *Bulcheonbulbyeok* [Unbreakable Azure Wall] seemed to boil, and purple lightning shook.

With the sharp cry of the Thunder Bird and the thunderous roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, the smile on Yewoon’s face stopped.

He had seen his lightning divine power several times.

It was a natural result because he couldn’t possibly not know the power of *Bulcheonbulbyeok*.

He would never be able to block the *Bulcheonbulbyeok* he wielded and would be knocked away. He has become stronger than before!

It was then.

Cheonbeom’s footsteps stopped.

And a smile spread across Yewoon’s face again.

Kugugugugung!!

The bloody demons turned back into bloody clouds.

And hundreds of thousands of stone pagodas were *punghwa* [weathered/eroded] into dust and mixed with the bloody clouds to create a single giant pagoda.

It happened in an instant.

The stone pagoda, which seemed to soar to the sky, stirred up dark clouds and gathered powerful *bungmagi* [Demonic Path energy].

Jjeojeok Jjeojeok!!

“*Bungmagi* in Manmando….”

*Bungmagi*, the Demonic Path energy of the *Bunggye* [Demonic Realm], slowly rose from the cracked ground.

The *bungmagi* gathering above the sky gathered like dark clouds and poured into the giant pagoda.

Even Cheonbeom frowned and stepped back as a tremendous amount of *bungmagi* poured into the giant pagoda, and his eyes flashed as he searched for the person on top of the giant pagoda.

Kkuaaaaa!!

The black *bungmagi* took the form of an evil demon and roared.

As a result, the Daoists who were fighting lost their minds and fell into the sea, and even high-level Daoists suffered internal injuries and vomited blood.

The *bungmagi* in the form of a demon was sucked back into the giant pagoda.

No, that’s not it.

“That guy must have taken it.”

The man standing alone on top of the giant pagoda.

The sinister man with a bandage fluttering on one arm and a strange smile on his face.

“Yoojeong.”

Cheonbeom’s enemy, Yoojeong.

“You’ve gone too far.

You’re walking the Demonic Path and now you’re plotting to devour even Earth Immortals!!”

There was both anger and regret.

He originally did not dabble in the Demonic Path.

He was not the type to plot such a sinister scheme and devour others to increase his power.

He was skilled in *hwagyo* [diplomacy/negotiation] and had a brilliant mind, but he was not one to do such a thing.

He had his own definition of justice and goodness, and in some ways, he was even a noble Daoist of Sanhaebalsango.

‘How did it come to this….’

How did he come to do the work of a demon, devouring others? Ambiguous emotions were intertwined.

“Tsk.”

His mouth felt bitter for no reason.

Useless thoughts swirled in his head and lingered in his heart, making him annoyed.

“How is it to become an Earth Immortal like that?”

He devoured three Earth Immortals and somehow became an Earth Immortal.

The energy he emitted was of the Demonic Path, but it also contained the purity unique to Earth Immortals.

“Does the world seem like yours?”

“Would you like a drink?”

It was a sudden sound.

Outside of Manmando, countless Daoists are fighting for their lives.

But to leisurely drink alcohol.

It was an absurd act, but Cheonbeom looked at him with a strange face.

Yoojeong’s face was devoid of emotion, unlike when he had seen him before.

Normally, he would have suspected him and not allowed it.

But today was different.

Cheonbeom, who carefully looked into his eyes, smiled and nodded.

“…It wouldn’t be bad.”

He slowly floated up and landed on top of the giant pagoda that he had created.

On the roof of the giant pagoda, there were chairs and a table of a suitable size.

Cheonbeom and Yoojeong, who were sitting there, looked at each other and took out their *suljan* [wine cups].

They didn’t say a word and filled each other’s *jan* [cups] and emptied their *jan*.

Each other’s hands reached for the *suljan* and repeated filling it.

They did not avoid each other’s eyes for a moment and glared at each other fiercely.

With each drink, they seemed to be 쌓아가는 [building up] one by one.

And when it came to the last *jan*.

The energy that Yoojeong emitted suddenly became violent and intense.

Dark clouds loomed, and thunder and lightning raged, and a storm raged.

Cheonbeom also revealed his energy to the fullest as if he could not lose, and confronted him with a strong murderous intent.

Then Yoojeong’s mouth opened.

“What if we had met differently?”

Cheonbeom’s brow furrowed for a moment.

“No one has driven me into a corner like you. Thanks to you, I became an Earth Immortal in such an ugly state, and I realized it even more clearly.”

Yoojeong’s expression was consistently expressionless, but his tone seemed to contain a faint regret.

“What if we had met differently?”

Cheonbeom’s eyes narrowed.

“I vaguely had that thought.”

Cheonbeom answered calmly.

“…Since fate is unpredictable, we might have become friends.”

If he hadn’t hated Yeongsu, if he hadn’t arrived at Ilwolmun.

They might have met differently and become entangled in a different relationship.

Yoojeong smiled satisfactorily at Cheonbeom’s answer and said.

“Then in this life, we were enemies.”

In the next life, forget that grudge.

“Shall we try to be friends once?”

“It wouldn’t be bad.”

Soon the two emptied their last *jan*.

Jjaenggeurang.

With the shattering of the *suljan*, the giant pagoda that soared high into the sky collapsed with a crash.