All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 78: My Boy? Your Boy? Whose Boy? (1)

Sword Empress’s POV

Whoosh.

The sword’s energy swept through, tingling my wrist. What was that...? It began as my Huashan technique—speed and illusion. But Soyeon’s destructive force embodied raw strength, like a wild beast unleashed. I’d never taught her that.

"What did you just do...?"

I couldn’t see it, but I felt her sword’s trace—overflowing energy surging outward.

Whoosh.

A cold night breeze brushed my skin through a collapsed wall. Soyeon’s transformation might not threaten my life, but as her master, I couldn’t ignore her change for unknown reasons.

"Ahh... So that’s how you wield it..."

Her voice softened, tinged with realization. I tightened my grip, sensing something more coming. This was no longer just between us. If Soyeon lost control, everyone in the tavern could die.

"Soyeon, I believe you haven’t cast aside your humanity. If we keep fighting, countless lives here are at risk—"

"Shut up. What do I care about those bastards?"

Vulgarity I’d never heard from her. I said the wrong thing. Words would only worsen this. I clamped my mouth shut.

"You took everything. My life, Yuseong’s body, his heart. You stole my existence."

"...Soyeon."

"Was it good? So good a boy young enough to be your grandson felt that good? So good you dragged him to a tavern?"

Surge.

Her personal attack crossed lines, but my decades of life held me steady—I wasn’t hurt.

Tremble, tremble.

"You’ve gotten bold, speaking to your master like that..."

It was true.

"You should have some conscience at your age. You look young, but inside you’re a hag—yet you touched that boy? No guilt toward Yuseong?"

Crack.

"Hmm..."

I shouldn’t have been hurt, but my body trembled. Hearing this from a disciple I raised like my own cut deeper than expected. Yes, Soyeon. A master corrects a wayward disciple.

With a gentle smile, I spoke.

"He enjoyed it too, you know?"

Flinch.

Soyeon’s face twisted. An inexplicable thrill rose within me, satisfaction from landing a blow.

"No, that can’t be true. You seduced him—"

"Do you think I’d deliberately seduce him? If anything happened, he was unconsciously drawn to me. I swear to the heavens I never tempted him."

"Shut up... SHUT UP!!!!"

A storm of sword strikes and verbal assaults erupted. The manager and deputy manager hid behind a table, watching.

"...Deputy Manager, what do we do?"

"Human strength can’t stop a natural disaster. It’s the heavens’ will—pray it passes."

"This isn’t natural—it’s human."

"If humans are part of nature, isn’t it a natural disaster?"

"...You’re right."

Half out of their minds, they knew these weren’t ordinary masters. The sword winds’ force made intervention impossible. As the deputy manager said, they could only pray.

"...What did we do to deserve this?"

"You seized this tavern, crushed merchants, evaded taxes..."

"Isn’t the world survival of the fittest?"

"Then it’s our turn."

"Don’t give up so easily..."

Even the cool-headed deputy manager had no solution. The manager might last ten seconds with defensive magic, but the deputy manager? No chance. Reasoning verbally—

"For your information, he explored my body himself. That delicate frame released three healthy loads. You never saw his face drenched in pleasure, did you, Soyeon?"

"ARRGHHHHH!!!!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

...Best to stay quiet.

"Manager, you didn’t touch that guy, right?"

"...Sadly, no chance."

"That explains why you’re alive."

The manager’s mind drifted to him.

Slurp.

His addictive allure—beyond any incubus—lingered. She peeked out.

"Ughhh... Scaryyy..."

Still drunk, trembling on the floor. He was the type to get utterly wasted.

Gulp.

Even if I die, just once...

Like an addict, the thought consumed her.

Boom!

"Die...!! DIE!!!!!"

Soyeon’s darker emotions surged, her twisted love amplifying the devastation of its disruption. My intimacy with him hit her hard.

"No... No..."

She clawed her head, unstable. I was gaining the upper hand in this verbal battle. A master educates a wayward disciple. She attacked my pride first—this was righteous discipline, not petty revenge. Did I enjoy her suffering? It repaired my wounded pride, but I didn’t relish her pain.

...Did I push too far?

Her unstable mind needed gentler words. How could I let a disciple who called me a hag go unpunished?

Soyeon was plenty at fault too. Her remarks, however true, crossed lines. My actual age might be high, but my rejuvenated body matched a young woman’s. No matter my Taoist cultivation, I wouldn’t sit quietly while a disciple I raised insulted me. And though it sounded like an excuse, I hadn’t spoken thoughtlessly.

Boom!

I dodged Soyeon’s swing by a step. Provoking an unstable opponent and guiding their attacks was easy. I directed her strikes to a safe area, minimizing damage to the tavern. Subduing her with force would be simple, but restraining her myself risked unpredictable reactions. She charged fiercely with one arm gone—fully stopping her might cost her other arm. I wanted to calm her, talk, and correct her path, not that. Plus, her Blood Cult revival hinted at hidden tricks. Waiting for her to exhaust herself was safest.

If her warped love spiraled, targeting his life beyond destroying her dantian... I prayed it wouldn’t come to that.

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Roselia’s POV

Boom!!

"...Deputy Manager, did the guests escape?"

"They probably fled on their own, right?"

"The staff?"

"You and I are hiding here—why keep asking? Feeling responsible now?"

"..."

No, I feel like causing trouble today. I swallowed the words. I’d lost attachment to life and this tavern. One taste of him—even if I died—no regrets. I understood why those women wrecked my place. If I had their strength, I’d join in.

Are they the only ones?

Was it just those two tangled with him? His scent suggested adulthood. In twenty years, only them? With a fragrance and voice driving people mad, it seemed unlikely. Someone might’ve claimed him early, climbing over others. Or regular folks, captivated like me. Was he really a virgin until her? They’d only met recently—yet he stayed pure?

Impossible.

Unless locked away in isolation, it didn’t add up. Even if he didn’t flaunt himself, a captivated woman could’ve pounced, leaving him helpless, squirming. How could he stay chaste? Maybe he’s a total slut. Just a hunch, no proof. If insanely lucky, maybe he kept his purity. I hadn’t tasted him—how would I know?

Slurp.

I’d know if I tried. I glanced at the sword fight, plotting to snatch him. An hour would be perfect. Warp gate... Grab him, activate a magic circle, escape fast, destroy the gate. They couldn’t track me. But—

Clang! Clang! Clang!!!

No way. Sneak through that chaos, grab him, activate a gate? No opening. Their attacks would shred me, even with full defenses.

Wait.

Another way: send them away. Adjust the gate’s entrance to teleport those two elsewhere. Tricky, but doable. Scramble the coordinates—drop them in a deep mountain a thousand li away.

"Deputy Manager, I’m tweaking a warp gate. Help me."

"You’re running away now...?"

"No, sending those women away."