Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 520

Tales of Nangsane – Part 2, Chapter 229

“Seodan, I’ve known that woman since I ascended.”

“A precious connection indeed. I’ve heard she comes from quite a noble family?”

Cheonchuk nodded.

As if his insides were burning, he downed a shot of liquor and slammed the cup down with a thud.

“At first, I didn’t mind it either. Seodan’s appearance was the epitome of beauty, and her gentle tone tickled my ears like a song.”

Cheonchuk’s tone, reminiscing about those days, was quite different from now.

As if he harbored fluttering emotions, like recalling a lover.

“But she gradually changed. It got worse after a big fight. Things really started to go awry after coming to Sancheong.”

“In Sancheong, you say?”

“Yes.”

Sancheong was known from ancient times in the Spirit Realm as a good place for cultivation.

The Yang family’s base.

Thus, they entrusted the children of families with distant ties and supported them with what they needed for cultivation, modestly but steadily providing a good cultivation ground for young cultivators.

“Of course, since it’s a place for cultivation, we couldn’t even dream of having an inn like this Cheonjamhwa.”

It’s right to be wary of a place where those who come to cultivate become noisy, turning the host and guest upside down.

But how did such a splendid inn come to be and become a landmark?

Thinking about it, it’s quite amazing.

“Could it be because of the backing of this woman named Seodan that this happened?”

Cheonchuk slammed down his cup and strongly affirmed.

“That’s right!”

In the beginning, she also interacted with many cultivators and worked hard at cultivation.

But Cheonchuk came to Sancheong, and a thousand years passed.

As a thousand years passed, Sancheong, and Seodan, were also gradually changing.

“Seodan built friendships with the Yang family, who manage Sancheong. Her family is so powerful even in the Spirit Realm… everyone was obedient to her.”

As time flowed, now with just a few words from her, the distribution of good deeds could be manipulated at will.

“An overreach of authority.”

“As the elder knows, isn’t that how the cultivation world usually is?”

Cheonchuk spoke as if he were calm, but he couldn’t hide the disappointment within.

“Disappointing, isn’t it? To ascend to a place like this after risking your life.”

“…I can’t deny it.”

Why wouldn’t he know?

He understood that feeling perfectly.

He himself was like that too.

Whether it’s the Lower Realm or the Upper Realm, the things cultivators do are not much different, so there’s no choice but to be disappointed.

The place he ascended to was thought to be the paradise of immortals, but those immortals are also only engaged in killing each other, so why wouldn’t he be tired of it?

‘Even after reaching the current state….’

That’s how it is.

“Are you also a non-ascended cultivator, elder?”

“That’s right.”

Cheonchuk smiled as if he expected it.

“How did you know?”

“Don’t you sympathize with my story? Besides, you don’t seem to know much about the Spirit Realm….”

Cheonchuk stopped talking and looked at Beom with a face that wondered if.

“You’re not an immortal of the Spirit Realm?”

“That can’t be. I’m just a wandering Nangseon [a free-spirited immortal] traveling here and there.”

“Ah, I see. Excuse me. A Nangseon… that’s good. I also want to leave freely when the time comes.”

“Is it difficult because of the Seonsal War [a major conflict in the Spirit Realm]?”

“Haha, that’s right. Is that why you’re here, elder?”

“Well… something like that.”

Nangseon.

Cheonchuk slowly savored the name, as if it lingered on his lips.

“This is the first time I’ve heard someone introduce themselves as a Nangseon after ascending. Nangseon… that’s good. I also admire it.”

“Admire? To that extent?”

“I have a lot on my shoulders, so I couldn’t live up to expectations in the Lower Realm, and after ascending, I couldn’t because of the war….”

Cheonchuk said bitterly, emptied his glass, and shook his head.

“No. It’s all excuses.”

Cheonbeom chuckled and poured liquor into his glass.

The sound was pleasantly heard.

“My great-grandfather didn’t care about such things, I heard. That’s why he was able to achieve so much, he said. It may seem reckless, but he was resolute. I couldn’t do that. Afraid of losing what I held in my hands….”

He couldn’t take action.

That’s what he meant.

“Looking at it now, what I held in my hands was insignificant.”

Cheonchuk smiled awkwardly and picked up the bottle to fill Beom’s glass.

“I think I’m saying things I don’t even need to say because you’re listening so well, elder.”

“I’ve put up a barrier so that no sound leaks out, so you don’t have to worry. Besides, my lips are heavy.”

Cheonbeom took out a talisman and showed it to him, reassuring him.

Cheonchuk’s cheeks were flushed, perhaps because the alcohol was kicking in, and his mouth was much looser than before.

There’s nothing to see in a grown man’s face, but thinking of him as his great-grandson, he kept looking at him.

‘Blood is thicker than water, after all.’

He kept seeing the shadows of others in Cheonchuk’s face.

The eyes are Socheong. The mouth is Cheonyu.

The ears are Cheonwoo. The eyebrows are Yoho.

Their appearances flashed from time to time.

That’s why he was such an interesting guy just to look at.

For Cheonbeom, Cheonchuk’s existence itself was simply amazing and grateful.

“You must have had a hard time. Was it Baek San Sect? If the one who founded the best sect in the Lower Realm where you were was your great-grandfather, and you were the heir there, your shoulders must have been heavy.”

“No. It was the weight of the name I should have borne.”

Baek San Sect.

A name with great resonance.

‘Should I go down there sometime?’

It was difficult before, but it’s not now.

Creating an incarnation and sending it down to the Lower Realm is not that difficult for a Wonseon Grand Master [a high-ranking immortal].

It was something he hadn’t done because there wasn’t a good reason, but… it was something he could easily do if he wanted to.

“Oh, right, you asked about Gongmyogul, but I’ve just been spouting nonsense.”

“It was enjoyable, so it’s fine.”

“Still, I can’t do that. I’ll tell you about Gongmyogul.”

Cheonchuk had a much bigger smile than before, as if he had quite enjoyed the conversation with Cheonbeom.

“I heard that Gongmyogul has been quite troublesome for three thousand years. From some point on, bizarre insect monsters started appearing there, and their power is so fierce that even strong Sangseon [a type of immortal] die instantly, making it a dangerous place.”

“There was such a dangerous place… If Sangseon is difficult, shouldn’t they send down Hyangseon [a higher-ranking immortal] to subjugate it?”

Then Cheonchuk chuckled as if he didn’t know anything.

“With the Seonsal War in full swing, where would there be Hyangseon to spare? If it weren’t for that, it wouldn’t be so infamous.”

That’s true.

The most prominent cultivators in the Spirit Realm are all headed to the front lines, and the rest are building defense lines.

During the period when the war continued, the insect monsters of Gongmyoguk spawned and built up their strength.

The number of Soseon [a type of immortal] and Sangseon they have eaten so far is quite large, so the leader there seems to have greatly inflated his power.

“Oh dear… you ended up going to such a place, are you okay?”

Asked as if worried, Cheonchuk smiled as if he was okay.

“I’m fine. I’m not going alone… If I hadn’t been prepared for this much, I wouldn’t have turned against her.”

Cheonchuk said he had to get up now, staggered to his feet, and bowed.

“I’ll have to look for cultivators to go to Gongmyogul with tomorrow, so I’m sorry, but I’ll get up first.”

“Well, it was a pleasant time. I also have business with the insect monsters of Gongmyogul, so if you want to contact me, ask a man named Gu Mun, the Cheonjamhwa’s coachman.”

“I understand.”

Beom smiled contentedly as he watched Cheonchuk’s retreating figure.

It was then.

Horri, who had been silent all along, put down the chicken and asked.

“Beom, that child. Is he your blood?”

He had meat all over his mouth and asked seriously.

He must have noticed from the conversation so far.

Besides, even if he didn’t remember, Horri had some knowledge of the Baek San Sect.

When Cheonbeom nodded in affirmation, Horri’s eyes widened as if shocked.

“You had a child…?”

“I did. Cheonchuk is probably my great-grandson. I couldn’t ask properly, but he must be Socheong’s son.”

“Then, then why didn’t you reveal it! If the great-grandfather that guy mentioned is you… it would be good to definitely reveal your identity and tell him. In addition, resolve this situation… it’s better to reunite.”

But Beom didn’t bother to answer.

He only wore a smile with an unknown meaning.

“You perverted bastard. What are you plotting again?”

“Oh, how can you say such vulgar words when you cherish your great-grandson?”

“If you love him, you should hug him and beat up the bastards who harass your grandson! What are you doing just watching!”

Beom chuckled at Horri’s indignation and tilted his glass.

“Everyone has their own way. And didn’t I say earlier? That guy is growing up.”

Naturally, growth is greatest when walking a thorny path.

An adult should advise a child on how not to fall next time, not just pick them up when they fall.

One’s own path must be pioneered by oneself.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had a child.”

“Have one if you’re jealous.”

Words thrown out without thinking while tilting his glass.

Cheonbeom regretted it after spitting it out.

“Shall I?”

“…What kind of look is that.”

“What’s wrong with my look?”

“Nothing.”

It was an unnecessarily burdensome look.

It was a look that greatly expected something, and Cheonbeom averted his gaze without realizing it.

“But thinking about it, it’s strange. Didn’t we live hugging each other in such a dark place in Daecheongung? But why don’t I have a child?”

“You’re only saying things that people will misunderstand. I just patted you because you cried for days.”

Just comforted him.

He had no memory of doing anything more than that.

“That’s what I mean. Originally, children are born when men and women sleep together, right? But we didn’t have one.”

“…I don’t know where to start being surprised. Are you saying that sincerely?”

“What?”

“No. Sometimes it’s better not to know.”

“Ah! Again! Again, isn’t that a look that looks at me like I’m an idiot!”

It wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Anyway, I’m not going to stand still. He’s a lonely great-grandson… I have to help him.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

He ignored it.

“He’ll come looking for me on his own. From what I feel, that woman Seodan seems to like her great-grandson quite a bit.”

Whether it’s that or this, the heart that values it is no different.

Thud thud thud.

As expected.

A series of many footsteps are heard.

Chuck. Female immortals appear in front of Cheonbeom, who is sipping his drink, and surround him.

The swords at their waists are firm as if they could be drawn at any moment.

“There is someone who wants to meet you. Come with me.”

Not an invitation, but an order.

It’s quite interesting.

“What are you going to do?”

“I think I know why they’re calling me, so it’s okay. It must be Seodan calling me.”

It was then.

Clang!

A sword is drawn and held to Cheonbeom’s neck.

“You! How dare you easily call that person’s name!”

Swish, swish!!

All the surrounding women draw their swords.

The blades standing eerily are sharp.

“Is there any need to blush so much?”

Buzz buzz.

The atmosphere of the inn became chaotic because of these women.

It was fun for a while.

“It’s not a very good sword.”

Swish.

Beom, who stroked the sword held to his neck, flicked his finger.

Taeng!!

“Kyaa!”

The sword is bent like a bow.

The woman, unable to react to the sudden event, staggers under the force.

At the same time, a strong wind blows, and the eyes of the female immortals narrow, and when they open their eyes again.

The old man was standing at the entrance of the inn.

Gulp.

“Guide me. I need to hear why you’re calling me.”

Roughly, I can guess.

It’s not bad to meet in person.