All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 108: Martial Alliance Summit (4)

"Hmph~ Hmph~"

Dang Ah-young hummed cheerily in the kitchen, preparing a lunchbox with a refreshed expression. Unlike her usual concoctions laced with strange drugs, this was pure, wholesome food. Her clear complexion and glowing skin reflected her buoyant mood—every pent-up stress seemingly washed away.

Click.

As she packed the finished meal, a recent trend among women with lovers crossed her mind: writing their beloved’s name in sauce on the food. A romantic gesture, she thought, reaching for the sauce bottle to spell his name—only to freeze.

"...What’s his name?"

She realized she didn’t know it. "Faceless Money-Grubbing Ghost" was just a nickname—one he didn’t even like. She’d always called him by that or "you," never hearing his real name.

"He’s practically my future husband; I should know his name."

Unsure why he’d hidden it, she resolved to find out today. For now, she drew a cute rabbit instead, packed the lunchbox, and headed to the fortune-telling shop, daydreaming of a romantic meal together.

It didn’t take long for her to learn he’d been summoned to the Martial Alliance.

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[Protagonist’s POV]

At the top floor of the Martial Alliance headquarters in Shaanxi—a place reserved for the elite of the righteous martial world—I found myself playing the fortune-teller for once.

"Stretch your right foot half a step further," I instructed.

"My right foot, you say?" the burly Open Faction Leader asked.

"Yes. That’s all I can read here. Does it spark anything for you?"

"...Hmm."

He rested his chin in his hand, deep in thought. He wasn’t alone—most in the room were doing the same.

[I’ll read one fortune for whatever they ask.]

I’d proposed it myself. Hiding behind Sword Mistress might get me out of this mess now, but what about later? If they sought me out afterward, I couldn’t stick to her 24/7. Better to handle it here and now, preventing future trouble.

As a result, everyone—except Sword Mistress, Yeo So-cheon, and my maybe-future-father-in-law—had gotten a reading and was lost in contemplation. Even with their intimidating auras, these were righteous faction leaders who valued honor. Owing me a favor could prove useful later.

"Haa... Haa..."

I slumped over the table, feigning exhaustion. I wasn’t actually tired, but I had to play it up a bit, right? They didn’t know divination—let them think it’s grueling work. If they realized it wasn’t, they might demand more.

Yeo So-cheon glared at me coldly, but under my cloak, I stuck out my tongue at her. I was curious how she’d react to my taunt, but removing my cloak here wasn’t an option, so I held back.

Then, the last person approached—Tang A-yoon, Patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Clan and Dang Ah-young’s father. His expression was a mix of complex emotions.

"...Will you have your fortune read?" I asked.

"...My mind’s a mess," he replied.

"Pardon?"

"If someone’s capable, bringing them into the Tang Clan as a son-in-law or daughter-in-law has greatly strengthened us. But when it’s my own daughter, the patriarch in me clashes with the father in me."

"Haha..."

I couldn’t find words. Denying our relationship would prompt, "Then what are you now?"—and I had no answer.

"Why did it have to be now...?"

I should’ve sorted things out with her today, dead or alive. Better yet, I shouldn’t have done that yesterday. I cursed my foolishness inwardly.

"Of course, if your abilities are real, you’re more than qualified to pursue my daughter. A skill bordering on prophecy, beyond mere foresight? Even the doting old fools from other clans would rush to offer their daughters," he mused.

"I-It’s not that impressive. It’s got lots of limits and isn’t easy to use..." I protested.

BOOM!

A loud noise erupted outside.

"Wait! You can’t barge in! The elders are having a serious discussion—"

"Move! I’m here to find my lover!"

"Just wait a bit, he’ll come out—"

A familiar voice argued, growing louder as footsteps thundered closer.

BANG!

"Aaah! No!!"

The door flew open with a scream—likely from a staff member.

"There you are!"

I gaped at Dang Ah-young storming in, doubting my own eyes for a moment.

"Why are you here, Lady—?"

Hug!

"I was so worried! They said you got dragged to the Alliance...!"

Before I could finish, she rushed over and enveloped me in a hug. The softness pressed through my clothes, but I had no time to dwell on it.

Glare.

"...Ah-young?" her father’s voice rumbled, his eyes blazing.

Behind him, the middle-aged men stared in confusion, while—

"...What’s this?" Sword Mistress muttered, eyes wide with disbelief.

And—

"...Hmm." Yeo So-cheon smirked, clearly amused.

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Outside, Tang A-yoon, Patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Clan, pulled Dang Ah-young aside for a talk.

"Why’s Dad here? Did you do this? Drag him all the way here?" she demanded.

"Ah-young, it’s not like that—"

"Touch him again, and I don’t care if you’re my father—I’ll never see you again."

"Ahem."

Tang A-yoon coughed awkwardly at her resolute stance. He’d thought they were close, but not this close.

"She used to say I was her favorite when she was little..."

As head of one of the martial world’s greatest clans, he was still just a father to his blood kin.

"If it’s about his abilities, you don’t need to sacrifice yourself. The Tang Clan has plenty of eligible girls with good prospects. You’re the ’Phoenix,’ with peak talent at your age. His skills are impressive, but I worry your potential might be stifled by marriage—especially if you get pregnant and have to give up your path as a martial artist," he reasoned.

"I don’t care about abilities anymore. Even if he lost them, I’d still love him," she replied firmly.

"...You’re completely smitten," he sighed inwardly.

Having once loved passionately in his youth, he couldn’t fully fault her. Still, the father in him balked at handing his daughter over.

"What’s so great about him? Let’s hear it," he pressed, curious. Unable to see the man’s face, he’d heard rumors of a silver tongue—wondering what words had ensnared his daughter.

"Some playboy, huh."

Her answer sent his mind reeling.

"He’s sexy."

"...Huh?"

"His body’s sexy... his voice is sexy... every little thing he does is sexy. He’s like a walking aphrodisiac. Good thing he covers his face—if he didn’t, he’d have been snatched up long ago."

"Ah-young...?"

"I swear... I just want to lock him up at home and make love all day. But he’d hate that, and I don’t think I’ve got the stamina, so I’m barely holding back."

"..."

"Haa... Haa... I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve imagined pinning his little body down, tying his hands, and ravishing him mercilessly..."

Watching her blush and hug herself, Tang A-yoon decided one thing.

No matter what, he’d make that man take responsibility.