Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 573

Nangseon Gi Hwan Dam – Extra Story 12

Blue sky.

The peak of Seonsan Mountain, reaching towards the vast sky, was veiled in thick fog.

Like a young girl hesitant to reveal herself, Cheonseonsan [Thousand Gods Mountain] was shrouded in mist.

It was Seonsan Mountain, owned by the youngest but highest-ranking woman in the Cheon family.

In the misty sky above Cheonseonsan, a golden light flickered briefly, creating gentle, wave-like ripples.

Because it was a high mountain that scraped the sky, the wind was usually fierce.

But now, not even a breeze stirred, and the fog dissipated like snow in warm sunlight—a truly strange occurrence.

Because.
The reason was none other than the person who had shaped Cheonseonsan itself.

Geumcheon Daesa [Great Master of Golden Sky], Cheonbeom.

“The mountain’s energy is greatly disturbed.”

Hoo-oong.

With a wave of his hand, Cheonbeom unleashed a great wind, restoring the scattered energy to its proper place.

It was a pure energy (正氣) [zhengqi, vital energy] so perfect it defied description.

The mountain’s energy and the sky’s vitality converged, creating a harmony of heaven and earth, making it the perfect place to accumulate virtue.

“Wow….”

Cheongyeon gazed at him, awestruck by his ability to create such harmony with a single gesture.

How could she ever become like that?

What kind of asceticism, hardship, and training would she have to endure to achieve enlightenment and become such a being?

Even if pondering it didn’t yield an answer, the contemplation itself wasn’t meaningless.

Her father, too.

Wasn’t he striving to catch up, having such a being as his older brother?

The master of Sangcheon, an uncle to her, a teacher to her mother, and a brother to her father.

Geumcheon Daesa.

Who wouldn’t admire and respect him?

“Father, I have many questions. May I ask them?”

It was Sacheon.

Unlike Cheongyeon, who looked at Cheonbeom with respectful eyes, Sacheon’s gaze revealed a mix of emotions.

Cheonbeom looked at Sacheon, seeming to pierce through her with his gaze, his hands clasped behind his back, and then spoke.

“You’re dwelling on unnecessary things. The golden mark that appeared in your eyes will soon fade, so there’s no need to worry.”

“…I’m not worried.”

“You’re filled with dissatisfaction. Is it because my blood is less potent within you?”

“I know the reason. But….”

Sacheon glanced at Cheonseon.

She wanted to unleash her pent-up emotions. *Why is it that Cheonseon inherited your blood so deeply and receives so much, while I am like this?*

*You allow Cheonseon to live so freely, unburdened by the family’s responsibilities, but why did you saddle me with such a heavy burden from birth?*

She wanted to argue.

She wanted to grab her father’s robe, crumpling it, and demand an explanation.

But Sacheon couldn’t.

It was because she was, in a way, too clever.

*’To inherit the Sa family, I received less of Father’s blood.’*

*’My mother decided I would inherit the family lineage before I was even born, so this is the natural outcome.’*

*’I am me.’*

Cheonseon is Cheonseon.

They were children of the same father, but their paths diverged, and their destinies were different.

It was a simple truth.

But even so.
The childish resentment lingered.

Sacheon bit her lip and finally blurted out a word.

“Why… don’t you cherish me?”

The words echoed throughout Cheonseonsan with surprising force.

But her gaze remained fixed on the ground, and her clenched fist trembled like an aspen leaf.

She knew she had spoken wrongly.

The realization struck her the moment the words left her lips.

It felt as though she had cast aside words that would bring her no benefit.

The ripples that spread out like a stone dropped into a still lake shook Sacheon’s heart like waves.

Even though she had asked the question, Sacheon didn’t want to hear the answer.

She wanted to cover her ears immediately.

But she didn’t, clinging to a hopeful assumption in her mind. Only then could Sacheon hear the words she longed for.

*’That’s not true.’*

*I cherish you.*

*You are my child, too.*

She felt a pang of despair as she realized how much she wanted to hear those words.

Even if she heard them.
The reality she was trapped in.
The very existence of Cheonseon.

It was the same as the answer to the question.

“Cheon-ah.”

Flinch.

Sacheon, who had been staring at the floor like a scolded child, started and raised her head slightly.

“Do you resent your father?”

It was an unexpected response.

No, it wasn’t an answer.

It was a question in reply to a question.

Sacheon was taken aback.

“Resent… I don’t.”

His question had struck a nerve.

In truth, she did harbor some resentment.

But she also understood.

It was because she had such a great father.

She understood and resented him.

“You will resent. But Cheon, there has never been a moment when I didn’t cherish you.”

His words continued before she could respond.

“Do you know why your name is Cheon?”

“It’s because I inherited my mother’s and father’s surnames….”

“Yes. I gave my surname to your name. Do you know what that means?”

“If it means….”

“I named you that way because I always wanted a part of me to be in your name.”

“Ah….”

Sky Cheon (天) [Heaven].

Its meaning is the sky.

But the sky of Sangcheon is, in essence, Geumcheon.

It means Cheonbeom.

Her surname represents her mother.

Her name represents her father.

“Before you were born, your mother and I desperately wanted you to exist.”

However, you will resent.

“As your mother wished, I gave you a diluted inheritance of my blood. It was because we both wanted to prevent the Sa family’s blood from being diluted by me.”

“…Then.”

“It was an undesirable situation. But there was no other way. Unlike Cheonseon, two flames would have clashed within you. It was a matter directly related to your life, so there was no alternative.”

Beom, placing his hand on Sacheon’s trembling head, curved his lips into a gentle smile.

It was the face of a benevolent father.

“All of those things were for you. So, don’t say that I don’t cherish you. Don’t even think it. Like your mother, I am a parent who cherishes my daughter.”

Sacheon soon embraced Cheonbeom, burying her face in his arms.

He patted his young daughter’s back and gave a wry smile.

“Then… that, no. You gave my sister so much. You even created a mountain named Cheonseon and showered her with affection, but I….”

“That’s also a misunderstanding.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you know that what you possess is more valuable than what Seon has?”

“What do I have….”

Cheonbeom looked at the two-bladed 창 [spear] in her hand.

“Ssangmyeol [Twin Extinction].”

“But this is, Father created it with the law of creation….”

In a way, it’s just a replica.

“That’s not entirely wrong.”

But it’s not entirely correct either.

“In the first place, its name isn’t Ssangmyeol.”

It only takes that form.

The reality is completely different.

“Yes? Then this….”

Its real name is.

“Bulcheonbulbyeok [Unchanging and Unyielding].”

Just then.

Suddenly, purple lightning crackled from Ssangmyeol in her hand.

Startled, Sacheon released her grip, and as if waiting for that moment, Bulcheonbulbyeok, which had taken the form of Ssangmyeol, transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, revealing the form of a giant purple thunderbird.

“Unlike Cheonseon, Cheon, I know that your shoulders bear a heavy burden.”

So, he entrusted Sacheon with Bulcheonbulbyeok, which had absorbed the energy of Ssangmyeol.

It was now a lightning bolt that held no great significance for him, but it was a precious thunder god 통 [divine artifact] imbued with the many affections he had held for a long time.

“It is a token of my affection, given in the hope that it will lighten the load on your shoulders, which will bear the responsibility for the family in the future.”

“Ah….”

“Even so, will you still say that this father doesn’t cherish you?”

“N, no! No!!”

Bulcheonbulbyeok.

She didn’t know its name.

One of the many 신통 [divine powers] of her father, who was known as the most powerful Nangseon [Transcendent] in the world, unique in all the realms.

Sacheon had never dreamed that what she possessed was Bulcheonbulbyeok.

She smiled happily, though Cheonseon’s eyes stung with envy.

“Cough, cough!”

Sacheon, her misunderstanding resolved, cherished Bulcheonbulbyeok, which had once again taken the form of Ssangmyeol, and stepped back.

“Father.”

This time it was Cheonseon.

“Yes. Are you sad?”

“No. If Father gave it to Sacheon, I believe there must have been a reason.”

*As expected, my sister is my sister.*

*Her thoughts run deep.*

“But I’m also a child, so I can’t help but feel a little jealous, so please promise me that you will unconditionally answer my question.”

*And she’s cunning.*

“Cough… I wish this part resembled your mother.”

In terms of seizing opportunities, she resembled her father, not her mother.

“Yes, what is it?”

“I overheard the story about the great misfortune called Guyeong for a while.”

“Yes. You would be curious.”

“He said this. You were also tricked by the sky. He said that and said that he would join Father in his will. Right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“So I want to know. What kind of trick did Father fall for? I want to know what made Daeracheon [Great Lacheon] so hateful.”

As soon as he heard the question, Cheonbeom shook his head as if to say no.

“I don’t hate Daeracheon.”

Just.

“I just want to know.”

And I just want to prepare.

That’s because.

“Daeracheon is….”

From my beginning.

“Until now.”

It keeps calling me.