All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 85: The Lady Bathed In Blue Lightning (2)

Deep within Kunlun Mountain, far from the secular world, in a hidden abode, a blue-haired girl sat cross-legged. Her gentle, ethereal appearance masked a far less delicate reality; those who spoke with her quickly shed any illusions.

Her isolation wasn’t solely due to her status in Kunlun.

"!!"

In the stillness of spring, meditating silently, she snapped her eyes open and leapt to her feet.

The heavens have spoken!

She rushed to seize an item—a bundle of wooden plaques inscribed with the eight trigrams: Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun. Clutching them, she closed her eyes.

Woooom.

The air around her stirred with celestial energy, an indescribable current neither rising nor falling. Even in Kunlun, a land of Taoists seeking immortality close to the heavens, this was beyond mortal reach.

Crackle.

A streak of blue lightning struck her crown from the swirling celestial currents, dissipating instantly, leaving no trace.

"...How dare they!" she hissed, her eyes blazing with fury at the heavens’ revelation.

A mere fortune-teller, mocking the heavens, insulting the sky with arrogance—it was unforgivable. Who had received the heavens’ mercy, only to repay it with ingratitude?

I won’t forgive this.

Education was needed. The heavens hadn’t sent this vision for her to kill them—only to teach a lesson.

Shing.

No time to linger in the mountains. Checking on that Demonic Cult woman was important, but she’d holed up in her cult, indifferent to the secular world. A brief detour wouldn’t cause chaos.

If only that monster would die of old age. She’d love for her to rot away naturally, but waiting was foolish. That creature caused the heavens no small trouble.

She couldn’t interfere directly, but she could act elsewhere—teaching an ungrateful foreigner their place. That was her task now.

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Dan Yuseong’s POV

"Wow, the damage is insane. Must’ve been a huge fight," I said, staring at the wreckage.

"Y-Yeah, seems so," the Sword Empress replied, her voice tight.

After breakfast, we’d visited the tavern from last night’s incident. The destruction was undeniable—half the building had collapsed. It’d be a long time before they could reopen.

"Ugh, I told that woman to just warn them, not smash everything!" a man muttered nearby, clutching a splintered piece of wood.

Reactions around the ruined tavern varied. Some merchants, perhaps rivals, gloated. Others lamented the loss of foot traffic the tavern drew.

This world’s really dangerous, I thought. Who’d have imagined this massive tavern reduced to rubble overnight? If I were an architect here, I’d question my career. What’s the point of building if a few sword swings could level it?

After surveying the wreckage, the Sword Empress and I left. Our brief escapade was over—it was time to head back. Somehow, we’d ended up in Guangdong from Anhui. The journey back to Shaanxi would be long.

"Should we head straight to Shaanxi? Or stop somewhere—"

"Straight to Shaanxi," she cut in firmly.

"Alright, sure," I agreed.

The tavern’s drinks had been phenomenal, but after last night, I didn’t crave more just yet. If I had any desire, it was for sightseeing—but trouble seemed to follow me everywhere. Even with a reliable bodyguard like the Sword Empress, I couldn’t relax.

What a chaotic world.

Maybe I should just return to Shaanxi, reopen my fortune-telling shop, and live quietly.

Dang Ayeong.

Her name felt strangely distant. Before the Sword Empress, she’d been my greatest ally in Shaanxi after I’d escaped the mountains into this world. She’d helped me set up my shop, protected me from rough customers, and even taught me basic self-defense out of concern.

Not that I’d ever had to use it.

Wonder if she’s been waiting long?

Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since I left Shaanxi. I’d meant to send a letter now and then if my absence dragged on, but being whisked away to Guangdong hadn’t exactly left room for that.

Dang Ayeong wasn’t a plant—she’d manage fine without me. Still, as my only real "friend" in this world, it was natural to miss her a little.

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"Miss, here’s the information you requested."

"Thank you," Dang Ayeong replied, unfolding the paper to review the details she’d commissioned through the Beggar’s Sect.

It tracked the movements of the "Faceless Golden Ghost."

I didn’t want to resort to this, but he’s been gone far too long, she thought. Calling it a trip didn’t justify the absence. A letter would’ve sufficed if it was going to drag on like this. Waiting endlessly without a word was enough to fray anyone’s patience.

"The last trace was in Anhui?" she asked, her eyes scanning the report.

"Yes," the informant replied. "After that, no matter how much they searched, he vanished."

"Hmm..."

Had he been kidnapped by bandits? The thought of his fragile frame sparked a flicker of worry. But the next line shifted her mood entirely.

[Before disappearing, he had a companion. Female. According to the coachmen, they looked like a married couple.]

Crunch.

The paper crumpled in her grip.

"...Miss?" the informant ventured cautiously.

"What?" she snapped, her tone sharp enough to make him flinch.

"N-Nothing!"

Whether he’d return to Shaanxi and reopen his shop remained uncertain.

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What is a Taoist?

To common folk, they’re reclusive eccentrics dwelling in mountains, abstaining from liquor and meat, chasing immortality. But meeting one often shatters that image, leaving people bewildered.

True Taoists, the genuine ones, stay far from the secular world, rarely crossing paths with others, which skews perceptions. Most self-proclaimed Taoists are little more than martial artists in name, compromising with human desires and the realities of the world.

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Dan Yuseong’s POV

Clop, clop.

The steady rhythm of horses’ hooves against the ground filled the carriage as I stared blankly out the window, my eyes lifeless.

How many days had we been riding? At least two weeks.

The realization hit me again—why I’d risked escaping the mountains into the martial world, despite its dangers.

Boredom.

Some might call it a trivial reason, but not me. Imagine going from Earth’s real-time entertainment and blazing internet to a world where letters travel by carrier pigeon.

Why’d it have to be a martial world? I lamented for the hundredth time since arriving.

Next to possessing this body, it was my biggest grievance. A fantasy world might’ve offered magic-powered faucets or some semblance of comfort. But no—this was a martial world with primitive technology and might-makes-right rules.

If I’d had a choice at the start, I’d have picked fantasy without hesitation.

Still, I’d adapted somehow. If given the chance to return to Earth now, I’d hesitate. Ten years ago, maybe not, but I’d built memories and bonds here. Going back alone would feel bittersweet.

Oh, right.

I opened the shop window for the first time in a while. As always, one item loomed at the top.

[Return]

[Price: 10,000 points]