Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 290

Nangseon Gihwandam – 289

Inside Ojodo, nestled within the hazy, misty clouds.

Beyond where the disciples of the White Mountain Sect were focused, chanting like reciting Buddhist scriptures, figures were seated around a round table on the mountainside.

“So, my friend. Where have you been and what have you been doing for the past thousand years?”

“Nothing much. Just wandering around like a Nangseon [a wandering immortal or hermit].”

Just as the stream in the valley meandered and flowed as it pleased, so did he.

Cheonbeom glanced at Choa and Yoho, who were sitting beside him, and spoke vaguely.

The past thousand years.

Cheonbeom hadn’t done anything particularly grand. He simply wandered the world, going wherever his feet led him, observing with his eyes, and sometimes lying down to rest.

Occasionally, he helped Choa and Yoho with their training, spending happy times.

“A hundred years here, a hundred years there.”

He had simply continued that kind of life.

“Hehe, there must be no place your feet haven’t touched. I’ve heard rumors that you even went to the Gokgong Delta. Is that true?”

Cheonbeom nodded.

“Don’t bother going. I went hoping there might be something, but there wasn’t anything.”

He had suspected that the Gokgong Delta might have been a phenomenon created by the Sword Spirit Island, but that wasn’t the case.

That place was originally like that.

There were many opportunities that Lower Realm Taoists would call lucky, but Cheonbeom didn’t need any treasures.

However, there were some beautiful spaces there, so he and Choa looked around and made good memories.

“Was traveling around the mountains and seas to find this Ojodo?”

It was Soman’s question.

“Half and half.”

Everyone gathered here nodded at the simple answer.

If one ascends to immortality, they are now in the Human Realm.

In other words, what reason would they have to come to the Lower Realm?

So, they were looking around various places in the Human Realm, shaking off their last regrets.

As a bonus, they were also looking for places where spaces like Ojodo were stable.

“Originally, I was destined to be a wanderer. I was suited to be a Nangseon from birth.

Anyway, my wives liked it, and I was satisfied enough, so I just thought it was enough.”

Cheonbeom’s lips curved upward as he looked at Choa’s face, who was filling his glass.

A thousand years.

It was a time he couldn’t have imagined when he first opened his eyes here.

But now, looking back, it felt like a blink of an eye, stirring up a different kind of emotion in his heart.

Eternal Yuksa [a being who has lived for an extremely long time].

And now, for him, who was about to ascend to immortality, a thousand years was not much different from ten years for ordinary people.

Even though he hadn’t changed, the surroundings changed, creating vague impressions.

Most of them were about the development of countries founded by ordinary people.

The development of civilization over time.

It was a part that felt very close to him, who knew the lives of modern people.

Of course, there were many countries that annihilated each other and disappeared into dust.

Cheonbeom had seen countless such countries and forgotten countless times.

Among those who had connections with him while living as a Nangseon with his wives, there were also members of the royal families of ordinary people, and he had generously taught them some cultivation methods and divine powers, but they disappeared too easily.

He felt sorry for the short lives of ordinary people, but their short lives were filled by their descendants, which gave Cheonbeom another realization.

“In the secular world, they call you Yangcheong Daesa [a title of respect for a virtuous and wise person] and praise you.”

Then Choa covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

“What did you do to be called that?”

“Ahem….”

There were some ignorant ordinary people who were acting up, so he scolded them and gave them some lectures.

After that, some ordinary people came to ask for teachings, so he took pity on them and taught them a few things before leaving. One of the guys who received the teachings became very successful and said that his teacher was Yangcheong Daesa, which made him strangely famous.

Originally, rumors tend to be embellished, and Cheonbeom’s appearance and the presence that flowed out 은연중 [subtly], and the position of being the teacher of a famous guy among ordinary people made him the perfect mysterious immortal that they would like.

Now, it is said that praying to Yangcheong Daesa is more effective than praying to the gods of heaven and earth, and it has become a trend to look at the sun and pray when something bad happens.

‘Damn it.’

Except for Cheonbeom, everyone else thought it was a happy anecdote.

“I didn’t recognize you, Yangcheong Daesa. Pfft.”

Soman started to tease him.

Where did that Jangcheon hear that rumor and say that?

“Soman.”

“Yes, Brother.”

“Shut that mouth.”

But Soman shook her head with difficulty, as if she could never do that.

“I cannot do that until I receive the profound teachings of Yangcheong Daesa.”

Crack.

The glass in Cheonbeom’s hand, who was speaking with a smiling face, cracked.

Hundreds of years have passed since he decided to become sworn siblings with her, and whether it was because of her original nature or not, she kept trying to tease him, which was no different from Hwaran.

“This guy is acting up again.”

Cheonbeom flicked his finger, and the wine in Soman’s glass soared like a dragon.

The wine soon transformed into the shape of a dragon and rushed towards Soman’s face.

But she tilted her head as if she was used to it and dodged it at once, then took out a fan from her sleeve and unfolded it to receive the dragon.

The dragon entered the pure white folding fan and was embroidered as if drawn with ink.

The gathered earth immortals exclaimed at the flawless skill, and Soman proudly puffed out her shoulders.

“I’m worried that your training has been lazy for the past thousand years, Brother.”

The tone was gentle, but the expression was about to burst into laughter, making people angry.

Her playfulness provoked Cheonbeom’s anger, but he was surprisingly relaxed.

“Who do you think your brother is?”

“Yes?”

“Your brother is Cheonbeom, Soman.”

It was then.

The dragon that Soman had unfolded and sealed suddenly wriggled and began to shake violently.

“Kyaa!”

The dragon, which had turned into black ink, tore through the fan and appeared in the form of a truly giant dragon.

A transparent dragon floating in the sky with a long body, thick horns, and a beard.

The dignity of the dragon exuded an enormous presence as if it were real.

How could one use such divine power with just a glass of wine?

As expected, the name lives up to its reputation.

Cheonbeom was Cheonbeom.

“That’s unfair! Did you have to go this far?”

“You started it first.”

Cheonbeom shrugged his shoulders, and Soman sneered at him for being so petty, but each time she did, the dragon’s energy only grew stronger.

Soman, who started fighting the dragon in the sky, defended well, but her body was tied up by a strand of black thread that Cheonbeom flicked out, and she was soaked as if she had fallen into a jar of alcohol.

“Tsk tsk… I told you to stop drinking so much.”

Cheonbeom clicked his tongue, turned the dragon back into a sip of wine, received it in his glass, and drank it happily, shining it in the moonlight.

“The wine tastes very good.”

Jangcheon and Chokman.

The other earth immortals laughed quietly.

This was because Cheonbeom, who they had only heard rumors about, gave them a much more comfortable impression with his light demeanor and his bickering with his sister.

However, Choa and Yoho shook their heads as if they couldn’t help it, comforted Soman, who was trying to run wild, and took her away.

Cheonbeom was in a good mood and invited the earth immortals or acquaintances gathered here to have a good time.

Among them was Geummyeongjiryung, who became the leader of Sawolrang, and those who had connections were gathering one by one, so they were able to meet familiar faces.

Many connections had disappeared over the past thousand years, but there were also many new connections to be made.

“Unmo, have you come?”

Among them was also Unmo.

Unmo, now called the 2nd generation leader of the White Mountain Sect.

After a thousand years, Unmo’s appearance had also changed a lot. He, who was a young man, was now close to middle age and possessed the realm of Taeseon Junggyeong [a high level of cultivation].

There were two women by his side, one was Cheonyu, and the other was a disciple of the White Mountain Sect named Piyun.

It’s hard to know how fate works, but the two of them only fought each other for the position of sect leader, but somehow they fell in love and got married.

“It’s good to see.”

Even if it was another playboy, I wouldn’t be able to trust him, but if it was Unmo, he was trustworthy, so I couldn’t help but congratulate them on their marriage.

“Thank you, Father.”

He was one step away from Yeonggeop [another high level of cultivation], so if he was given a little luck and time, he would soon rise to Yeonggeop.

Even compared to Cheonwoo, his training was extremely fast, and he also lacked the leisurely nature of a long-lived spirit beast.

That was also because he had Cheonbeom’s affection.

“Unmo… no. I should call you Sect Leader now.”

“Ah, no. Please just call me Unmo comfortably.”

“No. The mountains and rivers are majestic, and the laws are strict, so I can’t do that.”

He patted him on the shoulder and smiled faintly.

“Do you know why I accepted you as my direct disciple?”

“I know.”

“What is it?”

“I was guessing it was because of the Hokwoong (或熊) [a mythical bear-like creature] flowing in my blood.”

Hokwoong.

Honah, who inherited the blood of the Hokwoong clan, one of the four great spirit clans of Goseon, was none other than Unmo.

One of the main reasons he accepted him as a disciple in the first place was because of that.

“Yes, that was the case. The Hokwoong clan is famous for not revealing their appearance. So, I wanted to borrow the Hokwoong clan’s sacred object to connect with them through you and help them move forward on the path of Cheonro [the path to immortality] in the right way.”

I know that Hwanmang also ascended to immortality by borrowing the power of that sacred object.

The Hokwoong clan’s sacred object is said to contain mysterious power and is a sacred object that helps one move forward on the path of Cheonro, which is full of unknowns, in the right way.

Cheonro is the path to heaven.

It is unknown what dangers may be lurking in the middle of that path.

So, originally, he wanted to obtain the Hokwoong clan’s sacred object.

“If you order me now, I will find the Hokwoong clan and help you ascend to immortality.”

Now, aren’t they in a relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law? Cheonbeom is Unmo’s teacher and father-in-law, so there is nothing he cannot do.

“That’s enough. I know very well that you despise the blood flowing in your body. I’m not such a cruel guy to force my disciple to do something he doesn’t like.”

“But….”

“Originally, I would have forced you to do it, but there’s no need to do that anymore, so that’s enough.”

“What do you mean by ‘gone’….”

Cheonbeom smiled silently.

He spent time meeting many people before ascending to immortality, sometimes giving teachings and sometimes receiving teachings.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days had passed.

“Husband.”

Cheonbeom was standing with his hands behind his back on the summit of Ojosan in Ojodo, leisurely looking at the scenery below the sky.

“Is it okay if you don’t look for that person?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you been constantly looking for Hori, who once saved me?”

Then a shadow fell slightly on his face. As she said, he had been searching for Hori and Hongyeon from time to time for the past thousand years, but he couldn’t find a single clue.

Because of that, he had re-entered and exited Geumhwanseonhyang a few years ago, but he couldn’t find any particular traces.

Around that time, he engraved the saying that no news is good news and gave up.

“He seems to have found his memories from his previous life… so he must have gone to find his life.”

That’s all he could think.

There was no way that Hori, who had risen to 영원 [eternity], would have died somewhere, so he vaguely thought that he had ascended to immortality first.

“He’s a tough guy like me, so there’s no need to worry.”

Cheonbeom said that, took his hand to Choa’s cheek, and stroked it.

“I’m more worried about you than that.”

“Why?”

“Of course I’m worried about my wife, who has been clinging to me like a leech every day.”

“You’re too much to call me a leech!”

Cheonbeom, who accepted Choa’s grumbling as she pounded on his chest, smiled bitterly and comforted her.

He patted her back as he hugged her and asked quietly.

“Will you be okay without me?”

It was a question like a ripple when a leaf falls on a calm lake.

Choa, who knew the meaning contained in it, trembled with her arms around him.

She buried her face in his chest and held his waist tightly, not letting go.

Like the sun hiding behind the mountain.

She was like that for a long time.

Beom hugged her and waited.

The sun that hides behind the mountain will rise again if you wait.

“Your ascension will be comfortable if I answer.”

Choa raised her head from his arms and smiled forcefully.

“Do you remember the conversation I had with you before? I’m talking about the time when we had our first night together.”

“I remember. We said we would achieve 우화등선 [ascension to immortality] and make a lifelong promise.”

It’s a nostalgic memory.

Choa smiled brightly like the sun, recalling the memories of that time.

“I’ll be going soon, so it’s okay.”

Many emotions arose.

It’s not a word that answers with certainty.

Cheonbeom knew that it was a word to relieve his burden.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Even so, he didn’t say anything and answered, wiping away Choa’s tears.

“Okay. Be sure to follow me.”

The rising sun hung in the sky and spread bright light.

Cheonbeom kissed her, smiled, and stared blankly at the sky.

Whoo-oong.

A strong wind blew.

Soon his body floated up.

Cheonbeom floated into the sky and began to illuminate the world with a faint golden light.

Cheonbeom quietly spread his arms.

Along with the golden light he emitted, particles of 천지원기 [the energy of heaven and earth], shining like stars, spread throughout Ojodo for a thousand miles.

Whee-ing.

The mist that had been covering the vicinity of Ojodo disappeared in an instant at Cheonbeom’s gesture.

As the mist cleared, the Taoists who had been quietly hiding at Ojodo’s change appeared one by one and saw him, who was brilliantly golden.

Doong! Doong! Doong!

The sound of drums shook the heavens and the earth, and dark clouds gathered in the dry sky.

At the same time, the sound of the disciples reciting the Dharma from Ojodo began to flow out freely like the wind.

The Taoists who witnessed the time of ascension all knelt on the ground and bowed their heads, as if they had 맞춰 [rehearsed/coordinated].

Kwarreung Kwarreung!!

Thunder and lightning flashed between the dark clouds and spewed out thunder.

The more it did, the louder the sound of the drums echoed, and Cheonbeom’s appearance gradually turned into a huge golden light.

Soon wings sprouted on his back, horns appeared on his head, and hair sprouted all over his body.

The appearance of his true form.