Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 66

“Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you know what the Hermit might ask for? That’s what I’m saying! Of course, the Hermit saved Geummyeongjisu, so it’s obvious you should repay him! But there’s no need for the Princess to do it!”

Every word was right.

Considering her cultivation and status, it was an unthinkable act, but it was a comment that was possible because they had grown up together since childhood.

“Then what should I have done? The Hermit’s divine power is close to divine wisdom, and as you said, we were rude to the Hermit who bestowed great favor on Sawolrang, so that level of promise is only natural.”

She knew.

She didn’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t done that.

But no matter how much of a Hermit he was, his arms would bend inward [meaning he would naturally favor those close to him], so it was natural to feel sorry.

Because the measures taken against the princess because of that couldn’t be good.

“But…”

“It’s okay. If I can gain the Hermit’s friendship with a couple of treasures, it’ll be a worthwhile deal.”

“Yes? N-no way…”

“No way?”

“D-did you perhaps… fall in love with him?”

At that startled question, Geummyeongjisu’s face crumpled.

“How could I harbor such feelings for a man who rejected my marriage proposal! Don’t say ridiculous things! Hmph!”

“Yes? If that’s not it, what are you going to do with the Hermit’s friendship?”

The princess, with a sullen face, glared at her friend, who was unusually talkative today, and said,

“It’s a hunch.”

“A hunch?”

“Women as beautiful as I am tend to have something outstanding—intuition.”

“That’s a hunch?”

“Yes. The Hermit will become a man who will shake Goseon [ancient Korean kingdom] in the future.”

Shake Goseon.

Ryoon could only click his tongue inwardly at the princess’s absurd words.

He didn’t know about other regions.

But this place was Goseon.

None other than Goseon.

The place where those comparable to immortals lived in seclusion was Goseon.

To shake Goseon, one had to at least ascend to the level of Yeongwon [a high level of cultivation] and have the divine beast before their eyes.

But now, he was only a Yungg appearance level 6 [a relatively low level of cultivation], and he was shaking Goseon?

Even a passing mutt would be so dumbfounded that it would do a handstand and pee.

“Has the princess ever been right about anything with that hunch?”

“I thought my brother would get into big trouble someday. I knew it would happen from the moment he started chasing after women. Isn’t that reliable enough?”

Ryoon decided to shut his mouth.

It would only hurt his mouth to say more.

“By the way, where is the Hermit going? This way isn’t the path to Hansan.”

The man walking far ahead was chatting with the woman walking beside him.

They were so friendly that they could be mistaken for a couple.

“He’ll figure it out. Either way, we’re accompanying him to help the Hermit’s future.”

Meanwhile, Hwaran, who was walking ahead, was extremely uncomfortable.

That was because after that incident.

They were walking so close together as if to show off, so it was impossible not to feel uncomfortable.

“Why are you sticking so close?”

Hwaran said, pushing Sangoon with her shoulder.

But he was so heavy that it didn’t budge. It seemed to be because his true form was a house-sized tiger.

“You usually talk so much about the joys of love, but now you’re shy when we’re like this?”

He said, unusually sarcastic.

Hwaran glared as if she was dumbfounded.

Whenever she saw him like this, she wondered how he could be so immature.

“You shouldn’t say such things. Please let go of this.”

“If you do that, it’ll be difficult to prove that you and I are friends.”

“Why are you really like this today?”

The fact that it was forced was known by heaven and earth. It was enough without showing this kind of appearance, but why was he doing this!

He was truly an unknowable person.

“Hmph, it’s my heart.”

Thanks to that, she was the one who was tired.

But…

It was a complex feeling that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

He wasn’t usually like this, so it felt like he was acting cute, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hwaran.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t hide it.”

“What… do you mean?”

“Anything.”

Sangoon said, looking straight ahead.

She looked at him for a moment, then looked ahead with him and said,

“But where are you going? It doesn’t seem like the road to Hansan.”

“First, there’s something I need to confirm, so it’s right to go to those guys.”

“Those guys?”

“You’ll know when you get there.”

Nine days later.

East of Goseon.

The mountain named Geumgang (金剛) [Diamond Mountain] has a Yeong tribe [a tribe of spiritually powerful beings] that has settled there.

Gungbiho (穹飛虎) [Soaring Sky Tiger], one of the four great Yeong tribes.

It was where they had established their base.

“How are Muryangho and Sawolrang?”

“They don’t have a bad relationship.”

Which meant they didn’t have a good relationship either.

Sangoon and Geummyeongjisu were looking down from a steep cliff.

Hwaran hid inside Sangoon’s body, and Ryoon was listening intently from behind them. Sangoon narrowed his eyes as he looked down the cliff.

“What do you see?”

Geummyeongjisu said.

She was at the level of divine wisdom, but she could only feel what his crimson eyes saw.

“They’re up to something interesting.”

Sangoon’s crimson eyes flashed.

The pupils dilated, and another pupil appeared. Danryeonggeumjeong [a special eye ability].

When he looked through it, a completely different landscape was revealed.

Numerous pits and mixtures of humans and Yeong beasts inside them.

They seemed to be no longer alive, scattered in the pits like trash.

And the inside was full of things that were hard to describe.

And those who were watching them.

“It’s as expected.”

It was natural since he had come based on the guy’s memories. When he told them this fact, Geummyeongjisu tilted her head.

“But is this related to Blood Collapse Water? It seems like they’re up to something, but our goal is to find Blood Collapse Water. Keep that in mind.”

She meant there was no need to create unnecessary trouble.

“Does it matter what the demons are up to?”

“In the first place, this place is Geumgang, so isn’t it the job of the Gungbiho guys to take care of it?”

That was also true.

The four great Yeong tribes of Goseon had only established their bases in the land of Goseon.

It was natural that they wouldn’t care what happened here unless it harmed them.

“Then how about this?”

Geummyeongjisu raised her eyebrows at Sangoon’s question.

“The guys have Blood Collapse Water. But they’re trying to create chaos in Goseon by making Honhgoe [monstrous beings] with it.”

Instantly, Geummyeongjisu’s brow furrowed.

Whether he knew it or not, Sangoon wore a smile that seemed to know but not know.

“…Are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t I have come to find out if I wasn’t sure?”

He smirked and took a step.

In an instant, his figure fell down the cliff and disappeared without a sound.

“If the Hermit is right, there are at least ten Demonic Monks there. Moreover, eight are Biseon [a high level of cultivator] and two are Hwanseon [an even higher level of cultivator], how can he be so confident that he can handle it alone?”

“He must be confident because he has a trick up his sleeve.”

She had no choice but to believe that.

“If something happens to the Hermit, it’ll be very troublesome. Shouldn’t we help him?”

Sawolrang had not yet repaid Sangoon’s favor. It held great significance that Sawolrang couldn’t repay the favor, even if it was another Yeong tribe.

Moreover, he was currently looking for the Blood Collapse Water that Sawolrang had lost. If he were to die in the midst of that, Geummyeongjisu would bear all the responsibility.

Ryoon was worried about that.

“No matter how strong he is, the Hermit is still only a Yungg appearance level 6. Anything can happen in the world, how can he go alone to a place with Hwanseon!”

Nothing in the world is perfect.

In Ryoon’s eyes, it was only natural that it looked like he was going to die no matter how he looked at it.

And that was the same for Geummyeongjisu.

“Okay…”

If she intervened, it was obvious that he would get angry, saying that she didn’t trust him.

But she could say that it was much better than him dying.

Jisu took out a drop the size of a finger joint from her chest and hung it on her waist.

Then, her figure became blurred, and it became difficult to notice her presence even though she was right in front of her.

“I’ll be back. You watch the situation as the Hermit said and kill the fleeing guys.”

“Understood!”

Geummyeongjisu, who had watched Ryoon disappear, threw her body as it was. She immediately fell down the cliff and secretly followed him.

He was looking around. At that moment, his crimson eyes flashed, and in an instant, he disappeared.

‘!’

Then, Geummyeongjisu’s eyes widened like lanterns.

No matter how extraordinary his divine power was, it didn’t make sense to disappear so quickly.

She couldn’t believe it was to the point where she couldn’t notice it.

‘Spatial divine power!?’

But that was absurd.

Spatial divine power could only be used after ascending to at least Yeonggeop [an extremely high level of cultivation] and understanding the principles of space. There was no way a Yungg appearance level 6 could use it.

‘Then what on earth….’

Everything was full of incomprehensible things.

But she knew where he was headed.

“There’s no effect on the barrier….”

She felt a whirlwind of emotions as she looked at the neat barrier.

‘Could it be… that he was hiding his cultivation?’

Her face was endlessly distorted.

* * *

Same time.

Sangoon was moving irregularly here and there after entering the influence of the Illusionary Formation. The reason, of course, was that he was piercing through the gaps in the barrier with Danryeonggeumjeong. He had to move like this to enter without being noticed by the enemy.

After a while.

He ran into a Biseon.

He was a Demonic Monk with a big mole on his cheek and protruding buck teeth.

He was grabbing the hair of a Honhgoe that was a mixture of a human upper body and a centipede and beast lower body and dragging it along.

The Honhgoe’s eyes were empty, whether it had lost its reason or was a corpse.

“Hmm?”

At that time.

The Biseon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Sangoon.

He seemed dumbfounded.

It was natural for him to be flustered when an intruder appeared when there was nothing wrong with the barrier.

And that was enough.

“One.”

A calm voice.

A sharp sword wind rang throughout his body.

Skeog!

“Huh? Ack!”

With a single blow.

One strike was enough.

The distorted Biseon’s head fell to the floor. The body that had lost its head floundered and fell.

Puaaaaaak!

A fountain of blood gushed out, soaking the surroundings.

It was then.

The Nine Ringed Blade containing blood churned.

The ghosts revealed themselves.

Hundreds, thousands of evil spirits poured out as if they had been released in their own forms.

They devoured the Biseon’s body ravenously.

Tearing flesh, chewing bones, and swallowing souls.

Crunch, crack, snap!

Eerie sounds rang all around.

The Biseon’s corpse disappeared in an instant.

But the brief feeding frenzy did not give them a sense of fullness.

-Kkyaaaaaaak!

The evil spirits wailed in painful hunger.

Then another prey appeared.

“What’s that sound!”

Hwanseon.

Sangoon’s eyes calmly sank.

His heart was heightened with tension.

The Hwanseon’s eyes widened.

He gasped as he looked at the intruder.

Hundreds, thousands of evil spirits.

And a landscape covered in Ghostly Mist.

The man standing in the middle of it gave him chills just by looking at him.

But soon he calmed his surprised heart.

The opponent was only a Biseon at best.

“Ha, I wondered what it was.”

It was nothing special.

The Hwanseon shook his sleeves.

Immediately, a black light with a sharp light popped out. A throwing knife that resembled the shape of a bee.

With this treasure, the guy was no match.

The black light left a bizarre trajectory.

It pierced through the man in the blink of an eye.

The corners of the Hwanseon’s lips rose and then stopped.

“What!”

He thought he had pierced through him.

But it wasn’t.

The guy disappeared in an instant.

He didn’t use Stealth Art.

He disappeared without a sound.

Like.

As if he had jumped over space.

Puk!!

“Keueok!!”

Vomit splattered.

A fountain of blood rose.

His front was stained with blood.

The ghosts making ghostly sounds were swallowing their saliva.

He couldn’t believe it.

To a Biseon at best!

When he lowered his head, a sharp black sword was sticking out. He couldn’t move his body.

A ghost popped out of the black sword.

The sensation in his body gradually became dull.

He had even used poison.

He tried to turn his head.

It was instinctive.

The one who had made him like this.

To see his face.

But.

Thud!

He couldn’t.

He didn’t even allow that.

The man holding the Hwanseon’s head said calmly.

“Two.”

Wooddeuk!!