Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 287

Nangseon Gihwandam – 286

Ilwolmun’s leader, Sosojeong, is Yewoon.

Cheonbeom stated flatly.

“The leaders of Ilwol have always been reluctant to show themselves. Rumor had it that they frequently secluded themselves due to related *gongfa* [cultivation techniques], but that’s not the case, is it, Yewoon?”

At those loaded words, Sosojeong’s brows furrowed.

“What on earth are you talking about… I have no idea what Cheon Sect Leader is implying.”

“There’s no need to pretend you don’t know. I’ll explain it clearly.”

Cheonbeom smiled faintly and pointed at Sosojeong’s face.

“That face. You’ve cleverly changed it, but you can’t escape my Dallyeongeumjeong [a technique for discerning true appearances]. I understand a woman changing her appearance, so I pretended not to notice at first glance, but now that I see it, it’s quite similar.”

Cheonbeom’s eyes flashed, and as he unleashed Dallyeongeumjeong to its fullest extent, her hidden appearance was revealed in his red eyes.

Her neat eyebrows and firm-looking eyes were a bit sharp, and her pupils were endlessly deep.

Although the face and impression were slightly different from Guieumnachal, the underlying appearance was very similar.

*Thinking about it, everything fits perfectly.* From the start, it was a bit strange that Yewoon was helping Yoojeong.

No matter how much Yoojeong meant to her, Yewoon was a demonic immortal, the infamous leader of Guigangmun, and a prominent figure in the Demonic Sect.

But if Yewoon’s true form was originally the leader of Ilwolmun, then the story makes perfect sense.

“I don’t know what confidence you had to stand before me…”

Perhaps she intended to hide in plain sight, making the darkness under the lamp darker [a metaphor for hiding something obvious].

But she chose the wrong opponent.

To try such a trick against Cheonbeom, of all people, is what led to this exposure.

“Thinking you could deceive me was arrogance.”

Whoo-oong!!

With a solemn face, Cheonbeom swung his arm once, and a whirlwind raged.

The whirlwind fluttered Sosojeong’s sleeves, exposing her hand. She unconsciously tried to hide it, but it was already too late.

“You’re missing a little finger.”

Where her little finger should have been, there was a metal prosthetic.

“Who would have suspected? That the famous leader of Ilwolmun was actually a demonic immortal!”

Sosojeong—no, Yewoon, who was wearing her appearance—initially smiled faintly at Cheonbeom’s declaration, then laughed heartily, an uncharacteristic sound for a woman.

“Hahahaha!! Hahahaha!!”

As if something was incredibly funny, Yewoon bent over madly, laughing for a long time as if vomiting out pent-up emotions.

“As expected, you are amazing. No one has uncovered my identity for over a thousand years, but you revealed it so easily! Your insight is truly extraordinary.”

“We’re not close enough to exchange such pleasantries, so stop it.”

But Yewoon nodded calmly with a faint smile.

“Is that form what I think it is?”

“Yes, it’s my wife’s body. She was already the leader of Ilwol before she married me.”

A very upright and dignified woman.

Sosojeong, the leader of Ilwolmun.

“But I was a demonic immortal, a central figure in the Demonic Path, and she was a Daoist.”

How could their marriage have been possible?

“We secretly held a ceremony and lived together… eventually, she died, and I was deeply grieved, leading me to live like this.”

*I don’t believe everything he’s saying is true, but I expect the circumstances to be somewhat accurate.*

I could tell from Guieumnachal’s expression, which was as if she had eaten dung [a common expression for extreme displeasure].

“I don’t care about your circumstances… anyway, I have a promise with her, so let’s end our bad blood here.”

“What do you intend to do with me?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“What about my wife’s body?”

Cheonbeom glanced at Yehoo.

Kill Yewoon for the sake of the promise.

And then kill her too.

That was the promise.

He didn’t even care what happened to Sosojeong’s body, which could be said to be Yehoo’s true form.

“Then, can you grant me just one request?”

“A request?”

“It’s a small request. And… I’ll also give you all the *gongfa* [cultivation techniques] and treasures I’ve cultivated, so it’s not a bad deal.”

*Gongfa*, huh.

Come to think of it, I saw Yewoon using a *gongfa* [cultivation technique] to create and control multiple incarnations.

It contained a different mystery from the incarnations Cheonbeom created, so I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

I was already worried about what to do with the incarnation body, so it wouldn’t be bad to adopt his *gongfa* [cultivation technique] and use it myself.

“Let’s hear it.”

Guieumnachal didn’t bother to stop me, so there was no harm in listening.

“Take my wife’s body to the Immortal Realm and bury her respectfully.”

!!

“If you do that, this Yewoon!! Will be moved by the Immortal Master’s grace and end this life willingly!!”

“…….”

It’s a request that brings up many thoughts.

“What’s the reason?”

“Now that I’ve been exposed like this, I’m going to die at your hands anyway. I know the difference in skill between you and me. Although I competed with you using a clone, I know there’s no chance of winning, so fighting would be meaningless.”

Therefore….

“I can’t fulfill my wife’s wish… so I have no choice but to make this shameless request.”

As his words ended, Cheonbeom looked at Yehoo’s face.

Her eyes were shaking slightly. She seemed confused.

It was natural for the person she hated so much to make such a request at the very end.

It’s right to suspect that he has some ulterior motive.

‘He’s capable of that.’

He’s more than capable of that.

“What if I refuse?”

“I don’t want my wife’s body to be harmed.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No. I don’t want my wife’s body to be harmed, so I mean I won’t do anything unnecessary. Even if you refuse my request, there’s nothing I can do.”

He’s just saying that he wants to sleep peacefully with his wife’s body.

Cheonbeom pondered for a moment.

It’s not a difficult task.

Even if he has some ulterior motive, there’s no way I’ll be harmed if I completely eliminate Yewoon’s *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence]. He’s not someone who would let that happen.

‘How anticlimactic.’

There’s no need to worry like this.

It’s a troublesome task, but there’s no need to refuse the request.

It’s a benefit, in a way.

“I’ll do that.”

“Thank you.”

Yewoon deeply thanked me and then formed a hand seal, emerging from Sosojeong’s body as a *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence].

It was a *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] in the form of a small boy.

Yewoon spread his arms with a relieved face, as if he had no regrets.

He glanced at Yehoo, but didn’t seem to have anything to say.

Yehoo also quietly watched his end with a calm face.

Soon after.

Eerie wails flowed from somewhere, and ghouls that sprang from the ground devoured his *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] like crazy.

The ghouls, having torn apart the *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence], began to weather away, turning into dust and scattering into the wind, far into the sky.

“Is it over now?”

Cheonbeom slowly laid Sosojeong’s corpse on the ground and looked at Yehoo.

It was a clean end, almost anticlimactic.

It was so clean that I felt dazed.

‘Something feels off.’

But I saw the *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] being torn apart right before my eyes.

Yewoon is dead.

“I kept my promise.”

But Yehoo was narrowing her brows and wearing a bitter smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s strange.”

“Strange?”

“I clearly witnessed the death of the *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence], so there’s no room for doubt.”

To a Daoist, the *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] is everything.

How could he be alive when it’s dead?

“But the father I know wouldn’t give up his life so easily.”

Guieumnachal went to the quietly lying Sosojeong and took out a dagger.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Just in case. I’m going to do something my father hates the most.”

Stab!

She raised the dagger high and stabbed it into Sosojeong’s abdomen.

“…….”

Cheonbeom was speechless.

It was ambiguous to say anything.

If what he heard was correct, Sosojeong was no different from Guieumnachal’s true form.

It’s her own body.

It’s a situation where she’s stabbing her own body, so I can’t tell her to show respect for the deceased, can I?

I could only frown.

She stabbed Sosojeong’s corpse with a blank face, again and again.

After stabbing it to the point of mutilation, she tilted her head and turned to her face.

“There’s no need to do that to her face….”

“There is. If nothing happens even after doing this much, it would be a relief.”

Her dagger was dyed bright red. Cheonbeom saw that Yehoo’s hand was trembling slightly.

Even though the woman called Guieumnachal is Yehoo right before my eyes….

‘Tsk.’

As expected, she’s not enjoying the act of damaging her own body.

Yehoo’s hand, trying to stab her face, hesitated.

“Isn’t that enough? Stop it.”

But she bit her lip.

“Yehoo-”

“That man!!”

Suddenly, she shouted.

As if screaming.

“That man who is called my father!! Killed me and recreated me to revive Sosojeong and make her his wife!! Does Sect Leader know how many times I was born as that man’s daughter? Thirty-two times…!!”

“…….”

“I was created for the thirty-second time! That’s how cruel and obsessively attached Guigangmun’s Yewoon is! Does Sect Leader know? Before I was created, countless of my clones were all his daughters, wives, and playthings! That kind of guy!!”

Her hand, holding up the dagger, trembled like an aspen tree.

Her resentment, spat out as if screaming, swayed precariously in the wind.

“There’s no way that kind of guy would give up my life… my life so easily!! No, he shouldn’t! He shouldn’t die so futilely, so easily! If he dies alone like that, what will become of my life, which I wanted to die but didn’t die and endured!!”

Cheonbeom was speechless at her resentment flowing so desperately through his ears.

I never dreamed that such resentment, hatred, and bitterness were contained within her.

“It won’t end this easily-”

It was then.

Just as Yehoo was about to stab the dagger in again.

Kwaaa!!

Suddenly, black smoke soared from Sosojeong’s corpse and rushed at Guieumnachal.

“What…!”

“Heueuk!!”

The black smoke was in the form of a ghost, and it instantly entered her body, creating tattoo-like spots all over her body.

“Are you okay?”

The moment I tried to approach her.

“Don’t come!”

Yehoo stopped him.

She then chuckled, as if she had grasped the general situation.

“Is the situation what I think it is?”

“…Yes, I think so.”

Yewoon had planted his divided soul inside Sosojeong’s body and cast a special spell to steal the opponent’s body.

Looking at the current situation, there’s no room for doubt other than that.

Yewoon, who possesses the vast divine sense of a *Jisun* [a high-level cultivator], and a person who uses ghoulish arts sensitive to souls, is capable of that.

“He originally intended to steal the body of the Heavenly Immortal, not me. So if you touch me now, he’ll cross over from me to the Immortal Master!”

Guieumnachal writhed in agony.

It would be too much for her to endure, as it’s a divided soul with the divine sense of a *Jisun* [a high-level cultivator].

It was amazing that her *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] hadn’t been devoured yet.

“Please kill me quickly! Together with him!”

It would be more effective to do that.

But Cheonbeom shook his head.

“You still have things to do.”

You can’t die even if you want to before that.

He grabbed her shoulder in an instant.

Whoo-oong!!

The black smoke moved into Cheonbeom’s body, and a vile laughter echoed all around.

[How can you be so foolish!! Were you so arrogant because everyone around you said you were so wise? Keuhahahaha!! To think you’d jump into my Ihondaegyeong [a demonic art] with your own feet!! It’s like a pumpkin rolling in with the vine, Keuhahahaha!!]

Ihondaegyeong [a demonic art].

It is a demonic art of the Demonic Path that moves the soul and devours the opponent’s soul to seize the body.

[Heavenly Immortal Cheon, your arrogance is piercing the sky. No matter how strong your divine sense is, unless it’s comparable to an immortal, the heavens have no choice but to side with me!!]

Ihondaegyeong [a demonic art] was a demonic art that caused serious side effects, but it was specialized in devouring and seizing the soul of someone stronger than oneself.

No matter how high his divine sense is, there’s no way to stop it anymore as long as Yewoon uses Ihondaegyeong [a demonic art].

[…Hmm?]

That should have been the case.

[Th, this is… no way!!]

The moment Yewoon’s divided soul, transformed into black smoke, spread into Cheonbeom’s *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence].

Suddenly, the *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] transformed into dozens of strands and ran away, instead driving his divided soul into a corner and imprisoning it.

The number of *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence] was eighteen in total.

It was the first time I had seen so many *Hwaryeong* [spiritual essence], but the strength of the divine sense emanating from each one was on a different level.

“Even the Sangseon [a high-level immortal] couldn’t penetrate my strong divine sense, what can you do?”

The situation was reversed, and Yewoon’s divided soul was being cornered and attacked.

[No!! Save me! This can’t be!! It can’t be!! Kkeuaaaak!!]

The black smoke, which was the crystal of the divided soul, gradually disappeared, and Yewoon’s screams echoed like eerie wails and burst out.

“I told you, don’t mess with divine sense from somewhere.”