All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 84: The Lady Bathed In Blue Lightning (1)

"...Even so..." I murmured, torn.

"I told you vampires grow stronger through blood, didn’t I? My blood, for a fledgling like you, is like an elixir—unmatched by anything in this world."

Her words erased my reluctance in an instant. "Is that true?"

"Not just any elixir," she said, her voice brimming with confidence. "For you, no substance in existence could rival my blood."

Gulp. The temptation was overwhelming. If she was right, this could overcome my aversion to blood entirely. But she wasn’t done—she knew exactly how to seal my decision.

"From what I can tell, someone did a number on you," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Don’t you want revenge?"

The word struck like lightning. A face flashed in my mind—Master. The one I’d revered like a parent since childhood. But no longer. Now, she was nothing but a vile betrayer. She’d killed me, and in my absence, she’d defiled Yuseong, a shameless harlot who’d dared to touch a boy young enough to be her grandson.

Yuseong couldn’t possibly care for a woman like that. Her claims were one-sided, without his voice to confirm them. No, he must be coerced, trapped by her power. I had to save him—free him from her grasp. I was the only one who could. And for that, I needed strength. Strength enough to defeat Master.

"Drinking blood will make me stronger?" I asked, my voice steady with resolve.

"Of course," she replied, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Now, if you’re ready, open your mouth. I’ll feed it to you directly."

Steeling myself, I parted my lips. She extended her slender, alluring index finger toward me.

Drip.

A few drops of her blood fell into my mouth, sliding down my throat.

Thud.

A sharp pain stabbed through my heart. "Guh?!"

Instinctively, I clapped a hand over my mouth, stifling a cry. Opening one’s mouth while absorbing an elixir was a novice mistake—basic common sense, even for a fledgling like me.

If the energy dispersed unchecked, it could spiral beyond control—in the worst cases, triggering qi deviation.

"Mm... Urgh..." I groaned, clutching my chest as the pain surged.

She watched me stifle my screams, a faint chuckle escaping her lips as she gently brushed my hand aside. "No need to hold back. The pain is natural."

"Urghhh...!"

"Now, young vampire," she said, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and expectation, "I’m eager to see how much you’ve changed when you open your eyes again. Don’t disappoint me."

Crack, snap.

"Kyaaaah!!"

My screams echoed through the underground chamber, the agony of my twisting body consuming me.

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Dan Yuseong’s POV

Chirp, chirp.

The soft twittering of birds and the gentle pierce of sunlight through window blinds stirred me awake.

"Mmm..." I murmured, feeling surprisingly refreshed as I sat up. After a quick check to confirm my body was intact, I offered a silent thanks and glanced around—

"You’re awake?"

"Gah!" I yelped, startled. The Sword Empress’s face was inches from mine.

Instinctively, I jerked back—

Thud.

"Ow!"

My head collided with the wall, and I winced, rubbing the spot.

"Ughhh..."

"A-Are you alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"I think I got a bump..."

"L-Let me check! Quick, your hat—"

"N-No, I’m kidding!" I waved my hands frantically, flustered. It was just a joke—she didn’t need to lift my hat! The hit wasn’t that bad, just a fleeting sting, no real bump.

Truthfully, the throbbing in my head came from something else entirely.

"It’s more the hangover..." I muttered.

"...Ah," she replied, understanding dawning in her eyes.

Throb, throb.

Since inhabiting this body, hangovers had been rare, no matter how much I drank. Just how much did I down last night? My memory was a blur, the reel of events snapping somewhere in the middle.

"...Did something happen last night?" I asked casually.

It was a normal enough question—probing what happened after a blackout. I wasn’t expecting anything dramatic, but...

"N-No, nothing happened! Absolutely nothing!" she stammered, her voice rising.

Her reaction screamed that something had definitely happened.

Just to be safe, I inspected my body. Had I gotten drunk and caused another mess? We’d barely smoothed over the last incident—if I’d stirred up trouble again, it could be irreparable. With a chill, I checked for any signs.

No unusual marks. No evidence of being cleaned up.

Was there really nothing? Her flustered response suggested otherwise, but maybe it was my imagination.

"Now that I think about it," I said, shifting gears, "the liquor there was incredible. Want to go back tonight?"

The tavern’s drinks, from what I could recall before blacking out, were unmatched. No tavern I’d visited came close. The urge to return was strong.

Flinch!

"T-Tonight, you say?" she asked, her voice catching.

"Did you not like it?" I tilted my head.

"N-No, I enjoyed it too, but... while you were passed out, some warriors caused a ruckus. The place is closed for a while. The damage was pretty bad, apparently."

"Oh no..." I sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy.

I’d never experienced it myself, but having run a shop, I could imagine the frustration. In this world, martial artists’ rampages were like natural disasters—unpredictable and devastating for ordinary folk.

"Poor manager," I said. "What did they do to deserve warriors trashing their place?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Y-Yeah, exactly," she agreed, but her eyes darted away.

Was she avoiding my gaze? I brushed it off as my imagination.

The Cheongroe Sword Yeo Socheon, was a legend—a hero who’d battled the Blood Cult, an eccentric of Kunlun known for summoning clouds and blue lightning wherever she went. During the height of the Blood Cult war, warriors would glance at the sky, watching for her telltale clouds while fighting.

With her clouds and blue lightning, she’d streaked across battlefields at blinding speed. You’d think sightings of her would be rare, but her presence in countless battles made her a legend. Witnesses all noted one striking trait:

Her hair was blue.

An unheard-of color in the Central Plains, almost unnatural. Skeptics doubted it at first, but as accounts multiplied, it was accepted as a quirk of her unique martial arts.

Her distinctiveness didn’t end there.

She looked barely past her coming-of-age.

Her youthful, almost childlike appearance fueled rumors of immortality, as if she were a secluded Kunlun sage. Even rejuvenation techniques typically restored one to their prime—around their twenties. Her even younger look lent her a mystical aura.

One final rumor, deemed disrespectful and quickly suppressed, occasionally surfaced:

Her mouth was incredibly foul.

Supposedly, she cursed constantly—while cutting down Blood Cultists, rescuing allies, or offering support, sparing neither friend nor foe. Many had felt the sting of her sharp tongue.

But this tale didn’t spread far. A foul-mouthed Kunlun Taoist? Unthinkable. Spreading such a rumor risked retaliation, so it remained a whispered secret among those in the know. Allies who heard her curses often chalked it up to battlefield chaos or were too dazzled by her radiant beauty to dwell on it. Unless you had an exceptional memory, her words faded like mist.