Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 417

Tales of a Wandering Swordsman – Part 2, Episode 126

“You son of a bitch! I hope you rot in hell!!”

Thwack! Thump!

Residents gathered in the middle of the Hyunmu Fortress, hurling eggs and stones at the man tied there, cursing him.

“Die! Just die!”

“Where’s my son! Where is he!!”

“Bring back my child!!”

The residents, having lost their children, vented all their pent-up emotions, overwhelmed by the suffering they had endured.

Of course, the man tied up was the Young Master Mu of the Immaculate Sect.

‘Well, not the real one, of course.’

It was a disguised double.

The real Young Master Mu was hiding somewhere within the Immaculate Sect. Though temporary, it was an appropriate measure to quell the residents’ anger.

“Yangmi.”

“Yes, Elder.”

“That title of ‘Elder’ feels odd. It’s not like I’m that old, nor am I of particularly high cultivation.”

“But, everyone else calls you that, so I can’t be the only one calling you something different…”

She meant that since he held the position of Water Administrator and the Literary and Martial Immortals all called him that, she couldn’t be the only one to call him differently.

Cheonbeom pondered for a moment, then, looking at the double being pelted with eggs, disguised as Young Master Mu, he said,

“How about calling me ‘Young Master’?”

“Would that be alright?”

“Call me Young Master Cheon.”

“Yes! Understood, Young Master!”

He hoped it was just his imagination that she seemed so happy about it.

Cheonbeom, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sipping alcohol in an inn, soon rose from his seat.

“Oh, where are you going?”

“No need to ask; just follow.”

“Yes, yes!”

He flew with Yangmi to a certain sacred mountain, where, as if expecting them, a voice came from a pavilion in front of a cave.

“What are you plotting now?”

Hwanmong Seonsa’s complexion was considerably better than before.

“What could I be plotting? It’s just the result of struggling to avoid death.”

At those words, Hwanmong’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yangmi.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Could you bring some tea?”

“Of course!”

Yangmi immediately took out a tea set from her sleeve and began to brew tea.

The sight of the twin swords hanging at her waist was quite striking. Her fighting style, wielding the twin swords nearly the length of a *cheok* [a traditional Korean unit of measurement, roughly equivalent to a foot] in reverse grip, cutting through enemy lines, was somewhat different from her usual demeanor.

‘Wasn’t she an orphan?’

He had thought before that it was a waste of talent to let her rot as a mere palace maid.

“Cheon Suseon, what are you thinking so intently about?”

“It’s nothing much. Just thinking there are many talented people around me.”

Hwanmong glanced at Yangmi, where Cheonbeom’s gaze was directed, and stroked his long beard.

“I wonder if this matter wasn’t too hasty.”

He had thought that Hwanmong was shut up here, detached from the world, focused solely on cultivation, but it seemed that wasn’t quite the case.

He had picked up the gist of the story from somewhere and seemed quite concerned.

“I had no choice.”

“Could you tell me the details?”

“That much is not difficult.”

A moment later.

Hwanmong, holding a teacup in his hand, looked even more worried than before.

And in one corner, there was also an unbearable anger.

“The Sect Leaders seem to need me. They say that pure fire energy is needed for the growth of some sacred tree they are cultivating. They probably know that my Incarnation is made of Fire Essence, so I don’t need to explain further.”

The information he had extracted by beating up Mu Ma was roughly this.

The Sect Leaders needed Cheonbeom’s Incarnation for the growth of some sacred tree.

That was why they had tried to lure Cheonbeom out, but had failed.

“They are waiting for your next move.”

That’s right.

Cheonbeom was waiting.

To see how they would come out.

“Aren’t you curious whether they will try to capture me by force or use some other trick?”

He said it playfully, but Hwanmong shook his head, looking troubled.

“Even the Lower Realm was a world rife with secret plots and betrayals, but the Upper Realm, which I struggled to ascend to, is no different, so I wonder if there was any need to come up at all.”

He seemed to feel a sense of despair at the reality of the Immortal World, where self-interest was prioritized.

“It can’t be helped. All living things have no choice but to live for their own desires. To live, they hunt and kill other things, coveting life, and ultimately, to live better.”

It was just being greedy.

“As Hwanmong says, aren’t we Immortals now? We must now think and look at things from the perspective of the shackles of Immortals, *beoseona* [Korean for ‘breaking free’], not humans.”

The Lower Realm and the Upper Realm were clearly different, so the common sense that made them up was also different.

Therefore, Beom decided to think that way.

To repay them in kind.

“Cheon Suseon seems to have already become accustomed to it.”

“Quite a lot has happened. Isn’t that also the case with Hwanmong?”

“Well, yes, but I don’t think I can ever get used to it like Cheon Suseon, no matter how much I become an Immortal. Even if I rise to the ranks of the gods, this place, like the Lower Realm, is full of those who are consumed by greed, with jealousy and envy, living only for their own personal gain…”

“You have to get used to it.”

“…So, Cheon Suseon is just waiting for them to come out?”

“For now, that’s what I’m doing… but I can’t just sit still, so I need to ask Hwanmong for a favor.”

Cheonbeom handed him a small vial and raised his teacup.

“What is this?”

“It’s Law Blood. They call it Unlawful Blood. I happened to get a few jars of it, but it’s made in a slightly different form than the Law Blood we know. I’d like you to investigate it.”

“If it’s something like this, there’s no need to ask for a favor. Ah, Cheon Suseon is trying to make up for the lack of Blood Essence to achieve Blood Tempering.”

“Fire Blood.”

“Yes, yes. Fire Blood.”

Hwanmong chuckled and looked at the Unlawful Blood in the vial Beom had handed him, exclaiming in admiration.

“Even at a glance, it’s definitely not ordinary Law Blood. The rich energy contained within is truly extraordinary.”

“I also plan to analyze it in my own way and spend time creating Fire Blood. The Sect Leaders might really try to subdue me by force and capture me, so I’m not planning to leave the Gyewol Estate for a while.”

Hwanmong nodded as if that would be a good idea.

“You said that Cheon Suseon’s disciple will be back in about a month.”

“She’s not coming alone, so it’s better to lie low until then, right?”

He had deliberately stirred up trouble, so he was sure they were agonizing over how to win Cheonbeom over.

He would temporarily seclude himself, hide his presence, and spend time examining the components of the Unlawful Blood and creating Fire Blood until Yeona arrived.

Who knows?

He might gain new insights by learning the theory of Law Blood.

“Ah, and there’s one more thing. I’d like you to investigate this…”

“Tell me. If it’s something like that, I can have my disciples or my grand-disciples do it.”

“Grand-disciples?”

He could understand disciples, but grand-disciples?

It was the first time he had heard of it.

“Ah, I haven’t told you, have I? Some time ago, a child with outstanding talent was caught as a disciple, so I paid the price and took him as my disciple.”

“That happened.”

“Since we’re on the subject, it would be good to have him greet you. Come out here.”

At Hwanmong’s call, a boy came out as if he had been waiting and bowed to Cheonbeom.

He was a young Immortal who was not yet twenty, and overall, he had a lot of youthful charm.

However, his eyes were unusually emotionless, as if he had lived a hard life.

“I am Cheongmyeong, a disciple of the Master. It is a great honor to meet someone famous in the Immortal World.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“How could I not know? I know you as Cheonbeom Suseon of the Cheonga family, who came to the Immortal World as a divine messenger and uses the Beom character.”

He was a very polite child for his age.

But he was also unlike a child.

“Give me your hand.”

Cheongmyeong glanced at his master, Hwanmong, and when he nodded, he finally gave his hand to Cheonbeom.

Beom took Cheongmyeong’s pulse and observed his inner self, involuntarily exclaiming.

“I wondered why you took in a new disciple, but there was a reason.”

“Haha, isn’t that right?”

Looking at it briefly, the elasticity and width of his meridians were wide, so the operation of Qi seemed to be twice as fast as that of ordinary Immortals.

And Immortals have something called *Cheongeun* [a spiritual core] in their dantian [energy center], and their talents are distinguished by the size and shape of it.

“The size of the Cheongeun is overwhelmingly large, and the shape is round and smooth, so the day it turns into a Jade Bead seems to be not far off. Hwanmong’s eye for disciples is truly outstanding.”

Hwanmong was the one who raised Jangcheon.

His eye for disciples was extraordinary.

Hwanmong waved his hand, saying that there was nothing to be gained from praising him, but seeing that the corners of his mouth did not go down, it seemed that he liked his newly acquired disciple quite a bit.

Cheonbeom thought that this was also a connection and presented Cheongmyeong with a few Law Tools and a Dragon Brain that were left over in the Gongjeong Stronghold.

“This precious thing…!”

“It’s nothing much. This is also a connection that I have with this child. You don’t have to refuse. You too, just gratefully accept it when an adult gives it to you.”

“T, thank you…”

He seemed flustered.

He wondered if he didn’t know the value of this because he was still young, but looking at his expression, it seemed that he did know.

He was talented and seemed to have a bright mind, so if he met him again after some time, he would become a very outstanding Immortal.

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

“Are you leaving already?”

“Time is equal for everyone, so we must hurry and use it wisely, right? I can’t be complacent because I don’t know when and where the Sect Leaders are plotting to capture and kill me.”

“I understand. Then I guess we’ll see each other again in a month or two.”

“Probably.”

Soon, Cheonbeom rose from his seat, and Hwanmong and Cheongmyeong saw him off.

“Ah, you said you wanted me to investigate something.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

He laughed, saying that he was getting forgetful as he got older.

“I’d like you to investigate what Jeolmyeong Sinmok is.”

“Jeolmyeong Sinmok? Is there such a sacred tree?”

When Cheonbeom heard it from Mu Gongja, he wondered if there was such a sacred tree.

From the name, it was ominous, but calling it a sacred tree was just bizarre.

But since they were after him because of it, he had to find out about it.

“So they say. I think they want me because of that, so it wouldn’t hurt to know about it.”

“Hmm, it’s not difficult to find out, so don’t worry. Did you hear that well? This master has to investigate cultivation and Unlawful Blood, so you have to find out about Jeolmyeong Sinmok.”

“Yes, Master.”

Cheonbeom thought that the more he looked at him, the more familiar he felt.

He didn’t know who it was, but he had a strange feeling that he looked like someone he had seen somewhere, or maybe not.

Hwanmong’s new disciple, Cheongmyeong.

He was a boy who didn’t seem to be anything special, but he gave a strange impression that would somehow remain in his memory for a long time.

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

“See you next time.”

After Cheonbeom left, Hwanmong and Cheongmyeong, who remained on the sacred mountain, watched the place where he had disappeared and talked.

“Remember Cheon Suseon’s face well. Just remembering and knowing him will be a great blessing to you.”

“I heard he is an Immortal of the Immortal World, but why is that?”

“Cheon Suseon will become one of the most famous Immortals in the Upper Realm in the future. He is the benefactor of my life and an invaluable connection to you, so cherish him.”

Cheongmyeong only carefully remembered the appearance of Cheonbeom, whom he had seen briefly, in his head, at his master’s sincere words.