Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 82

Tales of the Divine Swordsman – Chapter 81

Thud, roll.

It fell.

To be more precise, her head.

“My fate is truly unfortunate.”

The woman appeared, tearing through space.

Yehu suddenly lamented out of nowhere.

“If I take my eyes off you for a moment, you’re with another woman. How can I be at ease?”

She nodded to herself.

“Indeed, turning you into a Jiangshi [a type of Chinese hopping vampire or zombie] is the best way to keep you from going anywhere.”

She spoke playfully, smiling, but San-gun didn’t hear a word.

His eyes were solely fixed on Geum Myeong-jisu.

‘She is Yeongmyeong [a spirit or soul]. Her inner core is concentrated in her head, so she’s not dead yet.’

He was flustered, but it wasn’t time to give up hope yet. A Yeongmyeong Yooksa [a powerful spiritual warrior] can survive even with just her head.

That’s why she is Yeongmyeong.

There’s no need to be shaken.

She is not dead yet.

At that moment, Guieom Narachal’s foot moved.

“So.”

Before she could even open her mouth.

“Didn’t I tell you not to look at other women~?”

Her foot caused Muk-roe [dark energy] to erupt.

Dark red lightning gathered at her toes, dyeing the surroundings black.

Rumble!

Thunder roared with the flash.

“Don’t…”

Before his words could finish.

Her kick came crashing down.

“…do it!!”

Wham!!

Crackle, crackle.

In the explosion, San-gun lay face down, frozen.

He could have lived.

He could have saved her.

But….

“It’s natural for a man to desire women, but being too lecherous is not good. I am here, so what’s the need?”

She looked down at San-gun with an air of confidence.

Guieom Narachal was grinning.

And San-gun.

Glared at her with the coldest eyes, as if to kill her.

“Was she a cherished woman?”

“…No.”

They were practically enemies.

“Then it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Then it’s fine. It’s okay. Nothing changes even if this one dies. The world will continue to repeat chaos and peace, and I will be with my husband.”

“This one….”

She was right.

Until a few days ago, Geum Myeong-jisu was a woman he wanted to beat to death, she was so annoying.

Annoying.

Vexing.

They even fought.

There’s no reason to be sad if she dies.

However.

In the end.

He received her help.

That bothered him.

That was all.

“The reason I’m angry is.”

Chuck!

His hand opened.

Soon, dozens of blue jade stones floated around him, shining brilliantly.

Seeing the blue jade stones densely surrounding San-gun, she sneered.

“Do you think you can do anything to me with that?”

Even if he refined them, he couldn’t kill her with blue jade. Even if a dozen exploded at the same time, she would survive.

She was now Sikma Hapil [a state of enlightenment or mastery], capable of handling Boongmagi [a powerful dark art], not ordinary magic.

Even two Taeseon [great celestial beings] wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“Who said anything about killing you.”

San-gun cannot kill her.

No matter what, he can’t kill her.

She was never human to begin with.

He gave up on killing her.

“What was it… you said you’d make me a Jiangshi? So, what are you going to do?”

It was a pure question.

Guieom Narachal shuddered at the strange situation.

“We’ll be together for life, making vows of a hundred years, a thousand years, eternity.”

She spoke with an excited expression, as if imagining it was wonderful.

San-gun sneered at the sight.

“Are you done asking? First, please die once. At the same time as death, I will bind your soul, so even if you die, you won’t really die. And you can’t run away again.”

She said, raising her finger.

Muk-roe gathered on her index finger, flashing.

“You will not have me.”

A tone as if soothing a child.

San-gun sneered even more.

“Even without a shred of flesh left, do you really think you can make me a Jiangshi?”

Instantly, her face contorted.

At the same time.

The blue jade stones floating around cracked, turning blue and trembling.

“Why don’t you try it, you bitch.”

The blue jade stones gathered around San-gun, trembling.

Her eyes shook as if an earthquake was occurring at the destructive omen.

“Why!!”

She screamed.

As if wondering why he didn’t understand her heart.

She clutched her chest.

Her expression seemed pained.

But San-gun’s face was resolute.

“Move even a fingertip, and I’ll blow this entire area away.”

Even then, she would survive.

And he would die.

What mattered was that.

San-gun couldn’t do anything to her now, no matter what he did.

Then he had to buy time.

Moreover, it was a life Geum Myeong-jisu had saved.

He didn’t want to lose its value.

‘Just a little more.’

Just buy a little more time.

“Why don’t you understand! I! I desire you so much! Why! Why!!”

She stamped her feet and vented her anger.

But San-gun said coldly.

“Because you desire it.”

The distorted face changed as if it were a lie, turning cold.

“Do you hate me that much….”

“…In the past. A long, long time ago, I didn’t hate you that much. No, I even liked you.”

“Then why….”

“After experiencing it myself, I couldn’t like it.”

Her expression seemed to be mixed with various emotions, but she soon hardened her expression as if she had made up her mind.

“Even if you say that, I must have you.”

“As you wish.”

A word spat out with composure.

It was then.

The dormant poison flared up.

Cough!

Her eyes lit up.

In an instant, Shinyoung [a sacred place] became blurry like a mirage.

At the same time, San-gun, who had coughed up blood, opened his hand. Instantly, the cracks in the blue jade stones spread like a spider web, on the verge of bursting!

Koo-ooo-ong.

In an instant, the entire area surrounding him and her was dyed gray.

She, who was trying to stop San-gun with Chukji [a form of teleportation], and he, who was trying to explode the blue jade stones, stopped.

No.

They had no choice but to stop.

‘My spiritual power is frozen.’

Spiritual power didn’t move as if frozen. She was also flustered.

But he soon smiled.

‘He finally appeared.’

Before his eyes, an old man was already looking at them with emotionless eyes.

A neatly tied topknot.

The long, drooping beard was white, as if it had weathered the storms of time.

It was an ordinary appearance with nothing special.

The Great Priest of Escape, Hwanmong Seonsa.

He seemed so ordinary that it was anticlimactic for a Jiseon [earthly immortal] who had reached the pinnacle of humanity.

However, the strange thing was that he couldn’t feel his energy even though he was right in front of him.

But she didn’t seem to be the same, trembling and tightly grabbing her own arm.

“You who are neither this nor that, born of ugly greed. What is it that you seek to see that you have done such a terrible thing?”

A calm voice spread.

Simple words. He thought they were just words, but not for her.

Every time he said a word, her face contorted and she knelt down as if under pressure.

Soon, she lay prostrate on the ground, holding her head up stiffly.

It was impossible not to be surprised.

It was Guieom Narachal who had achieved Sikma Hapil.

But how could he not be surprised when she was made like that with just a few words?

The earthly immortal, Jiseon(地仙).

His power was worthy of the name.

“…….”

She closed her mouth.

She only glared as if to kill.

“Well. What would you know if you only have a living shell? It must be the work of the guy behind you.”

Hwanmong muttered, waving his hand. Then, ashes fell from the sky.

Soon, when it touched her.

Thwack!

“Kkeuaaaaaaaack!!”

A dull noise and a tearing scream erupted. When the ashes touched her, her skin burst and blood spurted out.

After writhing in agony for a while, she suddenly changed her complexion and swelled up.

She was trying to transform into the form of Muk-roe Chau, but it was a clear mistake.

“Foolish.”

As she turned into a black water buffalo, the ashes changed their form into hundreds of stakes.

Pupu pupupuk!

-Aaaaaaaack!!

When hundreds of gray stakes pierced through the monster’s body.

“You can’t just kill her!”

San-gun shouted.

She is not an ordinary human.

A mixture of treasures and humans born from all sorts of experiments. As a creature without a proper soul, she does not die even if killed.

Even if she dies here, she will be reborn again in the place where her main body is.

Death is meaningless to her.

But even with that cry, Hwanmong Seonsa looked at him coldly and said.

“I know.”

Soon, Hwanmong clenched his hand.

The stakes embedded in Guieom Narachal vibrated, emitting gray light.

-What, what are you trying to do!! Just kill me!! I will definitely kill you!!

But Hwanmong only sneered.

Guieom Narachal, who thought something was wrong, struggled, but there was no sign of escape.
The stakes densely penetrated her body, and she lost her strength as if her body was being eaten away. Her spiritual power was frozen, so she couldn’t even use her divine powers.

“Since death is also life for you, only eternal life is your death.”

Kieeeing!

Puaaaaaaack!!

Around the giant Muk-roe Chau, gray pillars soared high into the sky.

-You son of a bitch!! I’ll kill you!! I will definitely kill you!!

She struggled, but in the end, she couldn’t pull out the stakes. San-gun watched the scene to the end with fading eyes.

-Husband!! I will definitely find you!! Please wait! I will give everything to find you and keep you by my side!!

Even to the end, she was a truly annoying woman.

San-gun frowned.

Kkeuaaaaaaaa!!

The scream erupted again and swirled as if being sucked into the space.

At the moment when a vast gale raged and lightning struck.

Thud.

She turned into a gray jade.

‘Sealing technique….’

The sealed orb disappeared into Hwanmong’s sleeve.

Naturally, San-gun’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

On the one hand, he was angry.

How could he have revealed himself only now when he could have ended everything so easily?

If only he had been a little faster.

If that were the case.

‘She wouldn’t have died.’

San-gun then turned his head.

A wolf that had lost its head was lying lonely, as if its disguise had been undone.

‘It’s my fault.’

He knew everything, but that didn’t mean he could handle everything.

He was not such a special being.

“Do not cling to life. Life is made up of birth and death together.

Life is the path to death.

It can be said that life is death.

Life is dawn.

And at the same time, it is twilight.”

San-gun smiled bitterly at Hwanmong’s calm words.

“The end of life is also the beginning….”

Even so, his mouth tasted bitter.

Twilight becomes dawn again, but that doesn’t mean there’s no reason to be sad.

But there was no time to be in a daze. Now is not the time to be immersed in sadness. Guieom Narachal was sealed, but he couldn’t help but be wary of the person in front of him who might become an even more powerful enemy.

As if seeing through his thoughts, a heartless voice pierced his ear.

“Do you have the confidence to survive?”

As expected, he was not friendly to him.

But he expected this much.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

San-gun, who wiped the blood flowing from his mouth, smiled bitterly.

“I have seen your footsteps well. You have the audacity to disturb the world. I think it is right to cut off the roots by rooting out the blood storm that you will bring…. What do you think?”

It was unfair if it was unfair.

It was not his fault, and even if he had not arrived here in the first place, the Boonggye [a chaotic realm] would have opened and Goseon [ancient celestial beings] would have been shattered.

He was just trying to find the Blood Collapse Water, but such treatment was too much.

But he was also used to it.

From the moment he fell here.

He was not human.

“Shouldn’t you strengthen your defenses rather than worrying about me?”

“Hoo….”

An expression as if telling him to say more.

San-gun smiled bitterly.

“When the tiger is gone, the fox enters the den.”