Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 432

Nangseon’s Adventures – Part 2, Chapter 141

“What do you mean by connection…”

Bewildered, Seon-pyeong soon realized that he was a transcendent cultivator from the Lower World and exclaimed, “Ah!”

He worried if he had made a mistake, but Cheonbeom didn’t seem to care and had already moved away.

Cheonbeom approached the cultivator wearing white robes among those who had been sent flying and carefully examined them.

The cultivators’ robes bore the symbol of the White Mountain Sect.

Cheonbeom approached them with a mix of longing and joy, but their faces were filled with fear.

“Hmm.”

The aura that Cheonbeom subtly emitted felt overwhelming, beyond their comprehension.

People naturally fear what they don’t understand.

And they fear the things they cannot understand the most.

To them, Cheonbeom was untouchable, inspiring fear.

‘I don’t see any familiar faces.’

He had hoped to find his daughter, wife, or someone he had a deep connection with, but sadly, no one was there.

However, he couldn’t hide his excitement at the prospect of meeting disciples of the White Mountain Sect.

Looking for someone to talk to, he found a cultivator who, though still fearful, had a slightly different look on his face.

Cheonbeom quietly stared at the cultivator and asked, “I have something to ask.”

The cultivator had a rather delicate face, almost like a woman dressed as a man.

He didn’t know their story, but it wasn’t important right now.

“Wh-who are you, may I ask…”

“Just think of me as a senior cultivator who has a connection with the White Mountain Sect.”

“Yes, Senior! You said you had something to ask. I will answer anything.”

Cheonbeom wondered what to ask first. Since they were disciples of the White Mountain Sect, he started by asking how they came to be here.

The cultivator explained that they had come to retrieve an item left by the founder of the White Mountain Sect in the Golden Ring Sanctuary, which opened only once every thousand years.

“The founder?”

“Yes, Senior. As you may know, our White Mountain Sect’s founder is the eminent cultivator Yang Cheong Daesa [Great Master Yang Cheong]. With the opening of the Golden Ring Sanctuary, where his legacy remains, the disciples of the White Mountain Sect sought to retrieve the treasure he left behind.”

However, word had leaked out, and those with wicked intentions had attacked them.

‘If the founder is me, what item did I leave behind… I can’t recall anything.’

He didn’t believe he had left anything in the Golden Ring Sanctuary. He had only ever taken things from there, not left them.

Cheonbeom had no idea what treasure the White Mountain Sect disciple was talking about.

However, it wasn’t that important to him, so he asked something else.

“How is the sect leader doing?”

He was referring to his disciple and son-in-law, Unmo, to whom he had passed the position of sect leader.

“May I ask what your relationship is with our sect leader?”

“That’s none of your concern. Just answer the question I asked.”

As he subtly released his energy, the cultivator’s face, previously full of suspicion, turned pale.

“H-however, we cannot reveal the sect leader’s well-being to someone we don’t even know. E-even if you were to cut off our heads, the sect leader is like the sky to us, the disciples of the White Mountain Sect!”

Seeing him tremble and speak like a frightened puppy, Cheonbeom felt a pang of guilt.

Cheonbeom put his hands behind his back and cleared his throat, feeling like he had overstepped.

-Instead of bullying the kids for no reason, why don’t you just say, ‘I am Yang Cheong Daesa, the founder of the White Mountain Sect!’ What are you doing?

Hwaran, who couldn’t stand it any longer, started grumbling.

-Isn’t it a bit much to say that myself?

-What’s so much about it?

-There’s just something about it.

He felt a little shy.

-How old are you, San-gun, to be…

She spoke as if he was talking nonsense, but no matter how old he got, embarrassment was still embarrassment.

Besides, they weren’t going to see each other for long, so he was reluctant to reveal his identity himself.

However, he couldn’t push them any further when they were so adamant. Cheonbeom changed the question.

“How is the Cheon family doing?”

“That is…”

“As you can see, I am no longer of the Lower World. I am asking because I have a connection with the White Mountain Sect, and I have no reason to harm you, nor can I. There’s no need to be so wary.”

Having said that much, the disciples of the White Mountain Sect had no choice but to speak.

If he was no longer of the Lower World, then he was a god, and they couldn’t show any more disrespect to someone in the position they dreamed of.

“If you are referring to the Cheon family…”

“Cheon-yu and Cheon-woo.”

When their names came from Cheonbeom’s mouth, the disciples were even more surprised and curious about his identity. But no one dared to ask.

After a while, after hearing the story about the Cheon family, Cheonbeom asked a few more things about the Lower World and his face hardened.

“…I see. Well, a thousand years is a time when many things change. I had forgotten that for a moment.”

Was it because he had become a god and his sense of time had become distorted?

Cheonbeom had begun to think of a thousand years as insignificant.

Therefore, in one corner of his mind, he thought that the Lower World and those connected to him would also remain unchanged.

But that wasn’t the case.

Cheon-yu had led the White Mountain Sect with Unmo, whom he had chosen as his partner.

However, an incident occurred where the White Mountain Sect Leader Unmo suffered a severe internal injury when his inner core was damaged during his ascension, and he died after suffering for about a hundred years.

The disciples in front of him only said that he was Cheon-yu’s partner, but Cheonbeom knew he was his daughter’s husband.

Perhaps they were trying to test him, but Cheonbeom didn’t care.

Because he heard the sad news that after Unmo died, Cheon-yu also developed a Simma [inner demon], but she took it lightly and tried to perform Jinsoo Myeonghwa [a dangerous cultivation technique], which led to her death.

“That child has always had a hasty personality and didn’t listen to others very well.”

He told her to fix it, but to think she would leave so absurdly.

How could she commit the unfilial act of dying before her father? His heart was breaking, but there was nothing he could do.

Even if he had become a god and the limitations of his lifespan had disappeared, it was impossible to revive someone who was already dead.

He could only hope that she would be born into a happy life without hardship in her next life.

‘Yu is dead, and Woo is leading as the new sect leader, so I should be relieved.’

It was said that his twin brother, Cheon-woo, was carrying on the lineage of the White Mountain Sect.

Cheon-woo was also married and had children, so he felt a little relieved.

Cheonbeom had directly handed over the Bongak Cheonghwa ember [sacred flame], so Cheon-woo, who handles Cheonghwa, which could be said to be the symbol of the White Mountain Sect, would surely lead it well.

It was said that their mother, Yoho, was doing well without any problems.

He was worried that she might also be harmed by the grief of losing Cheon-yu, but Yoho was a strong woman.

He felt a little lighter knowing that she was preparing for ascension.

‘Yoho…’

He always felt sorry for her.

Wasn’t Yoho the woman who had lived a life of unfortunate circumstances?

Even more so because Yoho called herself a concubine and humbled herself.

He wanted to go down to the Lower World right away, but the situation was not favorable, and he couldn’t.

“And Hyuncheon Seonnyeo [Mystic Heavenly Maiden]…”

He must be referring to Cho-ah.

“We don’t know the details. We heard that she disappeared while preparing for ascension, so no one knows her whereabouts yet.”

The Taoist spoke apologetically, but Cheonbeom thought that might be the case.

Rather, it gave him hope.

‘Looking at the reaction of Baekjeolsamwoo [a rare herb] and the hairpin she has… she might not be dead.’

Something must have happened that connected her to him, but she must have taken the opportunity to escape.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for the end of Baekjeolsamwoo and this hairpin to be there.

‘If she didn’t ascend… she might be wandering in such a space.’

Like the woman he met in Yumu-gan [a chaotic dimension] before.

Cheonbeom paused to organize his thoughts and looked at the White Mountain Sect disciples kneeling quietly.

“Meeting me is also fate.”

Cheonbeom took out some suitable treasures from Gongjeonggang [his divine storage] and handed them to them.

The Taoists’ mouths were wide open when he gave them Seoncho [spirit herbs], precious elixirs, and Seondan [divine pills].

In addition to that, Cheonbeom took out a brush and wrote something on a letter and handed it over.

“Give one to the current sect leader and the other to her.”

“Her” meant Yoho.

The Taoist said he understood and carefully put the letter he received from Cheonbeom in his arms.

After that, Cheonbeom asked many stories about Somang, Gobo, and Daebeopju Jangcheon [Great Dharma Lord Jangcheon] of Tal.

The White Mountain Sect disciple answered everything honestly as he knew it. Somang was wandering around the Lower World, looking around the world, Gobo had taken the position of the Great Elder of the White Mountain Sect, and all the disciples respected him.

Jangcheon was also doing well without any problems, and he sometimes came to White Mountain, drank alone, and returned.

“Thank you.”

When he spoke in a voice deeply embedded with sincerity, the disciples’ faces turned bright.

He didn’t bother to say it, but at this point, the disciples seemed to have roughly realized who he was.

Their eyes were more sincere and looked at something mysterious, and Cheonbeom could only laugh in vain.

“S-Senior.”

“Why is that?”

“My name is So-cheong.”

“Is that so…? That’s a good name.”

“Th-thank you!”

She suddenly says her name.

Why is she doing this? Her condition was a little strange.

She suddenly makes a strange face, whether she is sobbing and laughing or crying.

“Why… did I do something wrong?”

“Ah, no. N-no, it’s not that…”

She keeps wiping away her tears, but they keep flowing out and can’t be stopped.

At this point, Cheonbeom also thought something was wrong and had no choice but to ask the Taoist next to him, who said,

“It would be nice to ask Miss So-cheong’s last name…”

He also said with teary eyes as if he was overwhelmed.

Ask her last name.

Cheonbeom didn’t understand.

Why would he ask So-cheong’s last name?

After thinking about it, Cheonbeom narrowed his brows and recalled something.

“You said Woo has children.”

Cheon-woo is married and has children.

Come to think of it, So-cheong’s face looked familiar.

“Yes, who is her biological father?”

When asked, So-cheong sobbed and answered.

“My father is Cheon Ja-woo, the 3rd generation sect leader of the White Mountain Sect and the son of Yang Cheong Daesa.”

Cheon So-cheong.

She was the daughter of Cheon-woo, Cheonbeom’s son.

Therefore, she was Cheonbeom’s granddaughter.