Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 325

KWA-AAAAAAAANG!

Saha thought if the sun were to fall from the sky, it would look just like this.

“Kyaaaa!”

She grabbed onto Beom’s waist and screamed. He stood firm, but the enemies around him didn’t.

“Save me…!”

They couldn’t even scream before disappearing without a trace within the Taicheon Outer Yang Divine Art [a powerful technique utilizing external yang energy].

Hwaaaack!

The spreading golden flames instantly incinerated the area.

The enemies who threatened him disappeared into black soot within the golden fire.

Saha, who was hugging his back, cautiously opened one eye.

“Huh….”

The forest that had been reflected in her eyes had vanished without a trace, and only scorched and barren land remained.

All that existed in all directions was barren land and the golden flames upon it.

Saha swallowed hard.

Beom’s flames, which had previously seemed only cozy and warm, now appeared to fiercely devour and erase everything.

Thanks to the brightly shining golden fire, he and she were brightly illuminated even in the deep dawn.

“You managed to survive.”

A chilling voice.

Saha involuntarily flinched at his frigidly cold and murderous tone.

Beom reached out into the air.

Then, from far away, the body of a god, completely burned black, was flung over.

Thud!

“Cough!”

The god’s neck was caught in Beom’s grasp.

Seen up close, his condition was worse than it had appeared from afar.

His arms and legs were burned black and crumbling, and his entire body was a charcoal lump, making it a wonder that he was even alive.

He didn’t even seem to have the strength to transform into his true form.

“Sa, save… me.”

A parched voice, struggling to even make a sound. One might have been tempted to soften at the dying plea, but Beom indifferently took out the jade pendant and shattered it.

Crack.

Along with the shattering jade, the god’s death throes spread out weakly.

Whiririk.

Even that was burned away again by the golden fire.

A cruel yet clean end.

From the series of movements as natural as flowing water, Saha could catch a glimpse of a part of his life.

He must have lived in a world where he would die if he wasn’t ruthless.

She was a little scared of him in that moment, but only for a moment. The broad back in front of her was the strongest and most reliable thing protecting her.

Then Beom turned his head slightly.

“Are you alright?”

Saha gripped the clothes he had covered her with and replied.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

“It’s enough if you are unharmed.”

“I asked how you are!”

The wound from the surprise attack had already healed, but it was in the form of a Talhyung [a temporary, often weaker, physical manifestation].

She didn’t know what had happened to his true form.

“I’m fine.”

“…Then that’s good.”

Pouting her lips, she handed him the clothes back, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

“Take it.”

She didn’t know where to look, since he was shirtless because of her.

But Beom stared down at her intently and said one thing.

“It’s not right for a maiden who hasn’t married yet to be walking around so scantily clad.”

“What?”

Saha lowered her head for a moment and quickly covered her chest with the clothes.

“Did you see?”

Cheonbeom didn’t bother to answer her question, took out spare clothes from the Gongjeong Armor [likely a magical storage item], threw them to her, and dressed himself.

“Saha, take care of the family’s disciples. Given the situation, there will be those who are swept up in it.”

“Oh, oh! I should.”

Explosions were heard here and there.

Most of the noise from the fierce battle was the sharp sound of thunder.

She didn’t know how the situation would turn out, but first, it was right to take care of the Sa Clan.

“Let’s go.”

Beom, who had spread his divine sense deeply, glanced at Saha and split the sky.

He flew in a golden streak and arrived at the residence in one go, surveying the surroundings.

“Golden Celestial Lord!”

It was Suni.

“Are you safe?”

“Are you okay, Suni?”

She was panting, but there were no injured spots anywhere.

“I’m fine. But more than that…!”

The Sa Clan’s disciples were fighting.

“Damn bastards!”

Saha took out the Superior Immortal Brush from her chest and immediately spewed out fire as she rushed out.

‘Remnants, huh.’

They were the disciples of the Nom Clan she had seen earlier.

They hurriedly ran away when Saha appeared, but she wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

As she waved her fan, a fire qilin [a mythical fire creature] engulfed in red flames appeared and burned them all to death.

‘What they want is the Thunder God.’

Only Cheonbeom in the Sa Clan knew how to handle the Thunder God Technique.

So there might be remnants hiding somewhere, aiming for her again.

There was no need to fight them until the situation calmed down.

“First….”

Beom took out twelve pure white wooden swords and stuck them into the ground.

It was the Subduing Evil Four Death Sword formation.

In an instant, milky white energy soared.

As he formed a hand seal, the soaring anti-devil energy took shape and seeped into the ground, beginning to be engraved as letters.

“Hwaran.”

As he spread his palm, a treasured sword emitting a subtle golden light appeared.

It was Beom’s original Immortal Dharma Treasure [a powerful magical artifact], Gyuncheon Bohwa Hwaran.

He split it into a hundred swords, made them into flower petals, and placed them all around to create a sword formation.

Soon, two hundred yards around Cheonbeom were dyed golden and thickened with pure white mist.

Beom immediately ordered the disciples.

“I need protection.”

“Understood!”

The Sa Clan’s disciples immediately knelt around him and began to stand guard, and Saha also guarded his back.

Cheonbeom moved his lips incessantly and sat in meditation, his body slowly rising into the air, and his golden energy was brilliant.

After a while.

“Golden Celestial Lord!”

One of the disciples sitting in meditation on the formation shouted. Someone had infiltrated his barrier.

Everyone’s tension rose.

It was the same for Saha, but only Cheonbeom was calm.

“It’s alright, stand by.”

Soon he changed his hand seal.

Then, the scent of flowers filled the air from all directions, and at the same time, screams were heard.

Saha, startled, looked up at Beom with round eyes.

“Curious?”

Beom changed his hand seal again and calmly closed his eyes.

“If you’re curious, put your hand on my back.”

As if possessed by something, Saha brought her hand to his back.

At that moment.

Her five senses were connected to the formation itself, and even if she couldn’t see, she could feel everything on the ground in detail.

‘Footsteps.’

The first thing she felt was the footsteps of those who had entered the formation.

She couldn’t hear the sounds, but she felt them clearly.

Four in the east.

Five in the northwest.

They were getting closer and closer.

Perhaps they already knew the power of the formation, their speed was slow, and she could feel that they were very wary.

But that was all they could do.

“They’re in the palm of my hand.”

Once again, as he changed his hand seal, the flower petals embroidered throughout the formation floated up.

The floating petals fluttered and fell on the shoulders of the intruders as they rode the wind.

“What is it.”

The petals that had fallen on his shoulder soon fell off.

“What’s with the flower petals….”

As he wondered and bent down to pick up the petals.

‘Huh.’

That person’s head fell off with it.

“Geon Suseon! Cough, Keueok!”

It was already too late when he realized.

One petal of Hwaran was like hundreds of swords.

If they had already seen the petals, that was their end.

Gulp.

Saha was horrified by the aura of the enemies who disappeared in an instant.

Because she was in the eye of the formation, she could know the aura of the enemies even more clearly.

There were disciples, but there were also Superior Immortals [powerful cultivators].

No, there *were*.

But as he changed his hand seals a few times, the flower petals flew and slaughtered them.

He didn’t even need to change his hand seals.

If they even stepped on the flower petals placed in the formation, their legs would be shattered to pieces.

“The aura has disappeared.”

The Sa Clan’s disciples looked up at Beom with sparkling eyes.

It was not easy to build a formation and unfold a sword formation in the blink of an eye.

Even a Superior Immortal couldn’t do it unless they had learned the related secret arts or had treasures.

But he could.

Moreover, the power of that formation and sword formation was so terrifying that how could they not respect him.

He was called the Golden Celestial Lord just for raising the Sangseo [a high-ranking official position], but now that they had witnessed such martial prowess before their eyes, it was no wonder that their respect soared into the sky.

“Maintain the formation as it is and reorganize the posture until the situation is resolved.”

“Understood!!”

Two hours later.

Cheonbeom withdrew the Subduing Evil Four Death Sword and Hwaran and slowly rose from his seat.

“Haa….”

As he released the breath he had been holding back, the fog cleared and the sunlight poured down at the same time.

The sun was already high in the sky.

‘It seems like things have been roughly wrapped up.’

As he spread his divine sense and examined the area, there were no places where battles were continuing in this vicinity.

There was only the smell of blood.

“We’ll have to find a new residence again. Or we’ll have to build one.”

This area was almost completely devastated, so it seemed like they would have to build barracks or something. Saha immediately ordered the disciples to look for a place with a suitable residence.

In case of anything, she forbade them from going alone and made them go in pairs.

Beom left them alone and looked around, and when he saw a familiar face, he approached.

“You’re unharmed.”

“Ah, Cheon Suseon [a title of respect]. You’re safe.”

It was Peng Clan’s Hojunseong.

His vitality was slightly damaged, and his complexion was pale, but it didn’t seem too severe.

“How are the others?”

“Well, I haven’t had the chance to check on how the others are because I’ve been so distracted. But… I don’t think it’s going to be very good.”

Beom agreed.

Those who managed to block the surprise attack were a little visible here, but there was no guarantee that those who had found residences elsewhere would be like this. Since they attacked in the dead of night, there would be quite a few who were caught off guard.

“They didn’t even bother to hide the family crests at all.”

“They probably thought there was no need to hide it. Disputes between families are common.”

Unless a family was annihilated, it wasn’t that strange, he said.

Rather, there were quite a few who would proudly boast about their victory over another family, so he finally understood.

“The Nom Clan probably tried to steal the Thunder God Technique. Those who failed would have died, of course….”

The problem was those who succeeded.

“They won’t be able to handle it properly.”

“But they have a justification.”

Tsk. His mouth tasted bitter.

The thought of having to face such people made him feel frustrated from the start.

But that was the nature of this place.

If you’re stupid, you get taken advantage of, and if you’re weak, you get taken advantage of.

You can only avoid being taken advantage of if you are wise and strong.

Such a law of the jungle was rampant here, so his mouth tasted bitter for no reason.

‘This is also a place to pass through.’

How could the path to immortality be so easy?

Whether it’s the Lower Realm or the Upper Realm.

It’s natural not to be able to give up greed.

The very act of choosing to live by rejecting the lifespan set by the heavens is greed.

How could such people give up their greed?

‘I asked for too much.’

Everything is under the same sky.

“Then, may you be at peace.”

“Yes, I’m not feeling well, so I’ll quickly recover and visit you again.”

Beom cupped his fist at Hojunseong and turned around again, looking around here and there.

The smell of blood was everywhere.

Those who were not relieved of their anger at the surprise attack.

Those who were weeping sadly at the death of their comrades.

Those who were dying soon.

Various appearances were revealed.

“A big deal has happened. Are you unharmed?”

The voice of an old woman tickling his ear.

Beom replied without turning his head.

“I’m unharmed. Elder Gyocheong.”

“Gyocheong is enough.”

Gyocheong stood beside Beom and looked at the tragedy together.

“Many young people have died. It’s a very unfortunate thing.”

“That’s right. Many people died because of one Thunder God Technique.”

Wrinkles were deeply etched on Gyocheong’s lips.

“Is it because of the Thunder God Technique?”

“If it wasn’t for that, would so many people have been blinded and attacked?”

Beom turned his body towards Gyocheong.

“Can I hear the reason?”

“Hmm? What reason are you talking about?”

She had a face as if she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“There’s no way they would have done this without any warning.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about at all.”

Gyocheong let out a hollow laugh as if she was dumbfounded, but Beom’s eyes were endlessly serious.

“Is Cheon Suseon saying that I gave the warning and made them fight?”

“Yes.”

“Why would I? I’m not even participating in the Martial Arts Competition, so why would I do that?”

Gyocheong was an elder of the Gyo Clan.

Moreover, she was a Hyangseon [a high-level immortal], a Hyangsan Immortal.

There was nothing to gain by inciting their fight.

As Gyocheong glared at him as if he was being rude, a strange pressure weighed down on Beom.

It wasn’t strong, but it was a subtle pressure.

But it gradually became stronger.

It was so strong that it reminded him of the pressure of the Heavenly Law he had received in the Lower Realm.

‘Is this a Hyangseon?’

Gyocheong didn’t emit any energy, but this was the amount of pressure.

He couldn’t know how powerful it would be if she properly released the energy of a Hyangseon.

“I don’t know the reason either. But it’s true that their actions cannot be understood without the elder’s warning.”

It was Gyocheong who used the Thunder God Technique to create a simple teleportation formation.

“They wouldn’t have started this if they didn’t have the confidence that they would be accepted by taking the Thunder God Technique. Am I wrong?”

They were Superior Immortals.

And Gyocheong was a Hyangseon.

If she didn’t like it, they couldn’t use the teleportation formation even if they risked their lives to steal the Thunder God Technique.

But the fact that they did it meant….

‘There was a silent permission.’

In his mind, it was an impossible task unless it was Gyocheong.

“Hahaha! It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Superior Immortal with a brain that works. As expected, a non-ascension Suseon is a non-ascension Suseon. Amazing!”

Gyocheong clapped her hands and looked at him as if she liked him.

“Why don’t you come to the Gyo Clan? You’re smart, so it would be nice to make you my disciple.”