Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

Chapter 3: The Holy Saint is Escaping!

The Small Demon Domain in the Three Thousand Demon Realms.

Bai Xiaoyao returned to her own Small Demon Palace with light footsteps.

Although she, as the Domain Master of the Small Demon Domain, could instantly arrive at any place in the Small Demon Domain through her Domain Master authority, she didn't do so today.

Because she found it amusing.

After putting on the Star-Moon Jade Ornament, the eyes of the disciples inside the palace changed when they looked at her.

Their previously lustful and admiring gazes turned into complete dullness and they didn't dare to approach her.

For some reason, Bai Xiaoyao felt very happy about this change and she occasionally touched the Star-Moon Jade Ornament on her head, revealing a stunning smile.

Just like at this moment, seeing the person inside the palace who was waiting for her return with a somewhat dazed expression, she smiled even more happily.

"Hehe, I brought you the Blood Spirit Jade you wanted. But don't forget, you owe me three things~"

Bai Xiaoyao raised her slender hand and the blood-colored gemstone, shining with radiance, fell in front of the waiting girl in the palace.

The girl, dressed in the attire of a disciple of the Demon Sect, with an ordinary appearance, instinctively took the Blood Spirit Jade and then quickly retracted her gaze from the Star-Moon Jade Ornament on Bai Xiaoyao's head, frowning.

"Didn't you say we were going to get it together in two nights from now?"

The girl was a little puzzled as she checked the gemstone in her hand and found that it was indeed the Blood Spirit Jade. She was a bit at a loss for words.

Bai Xiaoyao looked a bit helpless, but still smiled on her face and shook her head. "The plan was exposed a long time ago."

She didn't explain any further.

"Exposed? Then how did you get the Blood Spirit Jade?" The girl became even more puzzled.

"Of course, my senior brother gave it to me personally~" Bai Xiaoyao revealed a brilliant smile and pointed to the Star-Moon Jade Ornament on her head. "He also gave me this. How about it? Isn't it beautiful?"

Bai Xiaoyao didn't know why she wanted to show off the Star-Moon Jade Ornament that her senior brother had given her in front of this girl.

Perhaps it was because she had a little bit of a competitive mentality towards this girl.

She knew that beneath the ordinary appearance of this young girl lay a beauty that could overthrow nations and surpass even her own.

"He likes you?" The plain-looking girl suddenly spoke after a moment of silence.

The smile on Bai Xiaoyao's face stiffened.

"Let's talk about the three things we agreed on earlier."

The girl opposite her was full of doubt, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay, according to our previous agreement, I will go with you to the ancient Heavenly Court in three months."

"Okay."

Bai Xiaoyao responded absentmindedly.

The ancient Heavenly Court Maybe she could bring back some Star-Moon Jade to give to her senior brother?

Bai Xiaoyao's face quickly turned crimson.

She coughed lightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Ahem, since that's the case, the boat to the Immortal Nation has not set sail yet today, I'll send you off then."

The plain-looking girl nodded silently.

She was already eager to go back. Her Master was waiting for her to bring back the Blood Spirit Jade to save her life.

But she still felt that there was something strange about the demoness today. There was an inexplicable sense of unease in her heart, as if she had lost something.

In the Netherworld Domain.

Luo Wusheng let out a long breath.

He held a brush in his hand, and in front of him was a page of crooked handwriting.

Some lines were crossed out, but one could vaguely make out words like "Put all the main characters in the harem," and "Become a top-level expert within a year of crossing the tribulation."

Hmm, becoming a top-level expert was the pinnacle of this world's strength. In the original work, the level of cultivation for cultivators was similar to that of ordinary xianxia novels: Qi Refinement, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Tribulation Crossing, and finally becoming a Land Immortal that did not exist in this world yet

That position was reserved for the true protagonist.

"Ah, it's been so long since I've written with a brush. This body of mine only knows how to cultivate and is too rough to even write a good character."

Muttering to himself, Luo Wusheng placed the brush on the first line of characters that he hadn't yet crossed out.

"Clutching the protagonist's thigh"

Looking at the first plan he had written, Luo Wusheng silently crossed it out.

"Building up favorability is necessary, but I can't join the protagonist's team. It's well known in yuri novels that male characters joining a group of women is practically a death flag. I don't want to die one day while trying to protect the protagonist."

Shaking his head, Luo Wusheng placed the brush on the next line.

[Strike first and destroy the Buddhist sect]

Luo Wusheng pursed his lips.

According to the original story, the Demon Purging War that led to his death was instigated by the Buddhist sect in this world.

On paper, it was a case of eradicating demons and protecting the way, but Luo Wusheng knew that this Buddhist sect definitely didn't have many good people in it.

Maybe because the protagonist's harem wouldn't appear in it probably?

Luo Wusheng furrowed his brow.

When he was organizing his plan earlier, he had already discovered an important thing.

His memories of the original story weren't complete.

He had definitely finished reading this novel, but now he could only recall the plot up until the Demon Purging War. His memories of the subsequent plot were fuzzy.

This meant that he didn't know anything about the development after the Demon Purging War and couldn't confirm the real reason why the Buddhist sect instigated it.

But this kind of thing didn't matter to him as a cannon fodder supporting character.

"Sigh if only I had enough strength, this plan would be a one-time solution. But unfortunately, even if I have that strength a year later, I wouldn't have been one of the first to die in the Demon Purging War."

Luo Wusheng crossed out this plan as well.

He didn't even know if he could break through to the Nascent Soul stage in a year, let alone challenge the Buddhist sect with a bunch of big shots.

He couldn't afford to provoke them.

So he placed the brush on the last line of characters.

"Looks like I've reached this point after all oh well, it's because I'm just a cannon fodder."

"I can't afford it, so I'll just run away."

His hand shook slightly as the sheet of paper in his palm turned into ash, and the brush in his hand was placed aside.

Straightening his clothes, Luo Wusheng took a deep breath.

"One step ahead, in the teleportation zone."

As the domain master, he could decree it with a word.

With a single step, the scenery around him changed in an instant.

At this moment, he was standing on a huge array platform, with no one around him and a somewhat desolate feeling.

This was one of the features of the Netherworld Domain.

Although it is the territory of the Demon Sect's Holy Saint, very few disciples are willing to come to the realm of the Holy Saint.

After all, the former Luo Wusheng was a freak who only cared about practicing and collecting stones, and he didn't care about the situation in his own domain, let alone the disciples of the Demon Sect in his domain.

So the realm of the Holy Saint has become one of the worst construction and welfare magic realms.

As a result, there is also a saying among the disciples of the Demon Sect: "We want to enter the Small Demon Realm alive, and we would rather die than enter the realm of the Holy Saint."

Well, Bai Xiaoyao's Little Demon Realm is the most popular magic realm among disciples, without a doubt.

Luo Wusheng suddenly understood why his realm was one of the first to be destroyed during the chaos of the Demon Purging War.

But now is not the time to lament about such things.

He casually threw out a spirit stone to activate the teleportation array under his feet, and his hand skillfully flicked twice in the void, selecting his destination.

The Three Thousand Demon Realms, the Spirit Palm Realm

Also known as the Mission Realm.

"I want to leave the Demon Sect!"

"I want to go to the Royal City!"

"I want to accept the task of becoming the new Master of the Demon Artifact Pavilion!"

The Spiritual Realm

This magic realm is managed by one of the twelve Chief of the Demonic Sect, the Spirit Palm Chief, who is mainly responsible for issuing tasks to the disciples of the Demon Sect and rewarding them after they complete the tasks.

Of course, the Spirit Palm Chief, who has the cultivation base of a Grand Completion Nascent Soul and is a master of the region, would not personally manage such small matters as issuing tasks.

So this responsibility was assigned to a group of Demon Sect elders under his command.

Elder Wang is one of them.

At this moment, he looked bitter and felt that his already graying hair had become a bit whiter.

"Ah, how could any Demon Sect disciple take on this lousy task"

Becoming the new Master of the Demon Artifact Pavilion in the Royal City?

It sounds like a good job, but in reality, it's completely different.

How many Demon Sect disciples would want to reside in the Royal City of the Immortal Nation?"

Although there are many demonic disciples in the demonic sect, most of them are based on the motto of "do whatever you want", which is why many disciples of the demonic sect have a notorious reputation.

Fortunately, after the new holy lord ascended to the throne, strict scrutiny was placed on the character of the younger generation of disciples, which helped to restrain the behavior of demonic sect disciples to some extent.

However, the nature of demonic cultivation has not changed. If one wants to cultivate recklessly, the chaotic Three Thousand Demon Realm is definitely the best choice for demonic sect disciples.

The worst choice, on the other hand, is the royal city of the celestial kingdom.

The various rules in the royal city would restrict the actions of most demonic sect disciples, and their cultivation speed would be slower day by day.

But if one really acts recklessly and attracts the high-level experts from the royal city, they would die without knowing how they died.

Of course, despite this, there are still some who choose to go to the royal city.

After all, the rewards for missions sent to the royal city are exceptionally high.

The awkward situation is with the Magical Artifact Pavilion in the royal city.

There are several factions of artifact refining industries belonging to different sect forces in the royal city.

With factions, there will be competition, and with competition, there will be suppression.

The Magical Artifact Pavilion is the one that is suppressed the most in the competition.

Because the flaws in the Demon sect's refining techniques are too great, they can't compete with the refining techniques of other factions.

Under such circumstances, going to the Magical Artifact Pavilion is simply seeking to be mistreated.

Moreover, the person appointed as the pavilion master needs to have a cultivation level of at least Golden Core realm or an elder's status.

Which Golden Core cultivator or elder would not be shrewd? Who would willingly take on a task that brings trouble upon themselves?

"Even if there is a scapegoat to take over this position, the Demon Artifact Pavilion won't last long," Elder Wang sighed and couldn't help but feel a headache.

This task had been dragging on for nearly a year. If they couldn't find a scapegoat soon, he wouldn't be able to report to the Spirit Palm Chief.

But where could they find such a scapegoat?

As he was worrying, the noisy hall suddenly quieted down.

Elder Wang looked up.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the entrance.

A handsome young man in black walked slowly into the hall.

The Demon Sect's Holy Saint, Luo Wusheng!

Elder Wang was full of questions as he watched this unparalleled genius of the Demon Sect.

How did this young master come here?

Seeing that Luo Wusheng had already walked up to him, Elder Wang quickly put on a smile.

"I am Wang Laowu, and I have the honor of meeting the Holy Saint."

Elder Wang bowed and said, "May I ask why the Holy Saint has come to the Spiritual Pavilion today?"

He was respectful on the surface, but he was somewhat nervous inside.

After all, although this young man was still a youth, his cultivation level was far above his own.

There were even rumors that this Holy Saint could fight against Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

No matter his status or strength, Elder Wang knew he couldn't afford to offend Luo Wusheng.

"I want to take on the task of the new Demon Artifact Pavilion Master," Luo Wusheng said expressionlessly.

"What?!"

Elder Wang was momentarily stunned.

Elder Wang was momentarily caught off guard.

"I want to take on the task of becoming the new head of the Demon Artifact Pavilion."

Despite expecting his reaction, Luo Wusheng's face remained cold as he repeated his words.

By now, a small group of disciples who were there to hand over tasks had started whispering among themselves.

"The task of becoming the new head of the Demon Artifact Pavilion? Is it the task that a few senior disciples secretly said whoever takes it must be crazy?"

"That's the one. I heard that there have been several batches of people changed just for the position of assistant, let alone the head."

"I remember this task has been hanging in the Spirit Palm Hall for a year, right?"

"That's normal. Who would want to go there and look for trouble?"

"Heh, Demon Artifact Pavilion? Even dogs wouldn't want to go there!"

"Quiet!"

Elder Wang shouted, his early-stage Golden Core cultivation suppressing the disciples in the hall, making them obediently close their mouths.

As he looked at Luo Wusheng again, he was almost moved to tears.

What is called delivering charcoal in the snow'? This is delivering charcoal in the snow!

I never thought there would be someone willing to voluntarily take on this mess!

"Holy Saint, you truly are a genius of the Demon Sect, capable of doing what ordinary people cannot. In that case, I wish for your demonic name to resound throughout the Immortal Kingdom!" Wang, the elder, said with a smile.

He spoke without revealing any information and gave Lu Wusheng no room to back out.

Lu Wusheng naturally knew what these people were thinking, but he didn't care. He just felt that ignorance was truly terrifying.

If these people knew about the Demon Sect Purge one year later, they would probably run faster than him.

He remained calm on the surface and nodded slightly in response to Wang's compliments.

"Hand over the relevant items to me, and I will take the sea boat to the Immortal Kingdom today."

"Hehe, with your identity, you don't need those proof items cough cough, the things you want are all here."

Wang, the elder, who had intended to compliment Lu Wusheng a few more times, felt pressured under his gaze and quickly changed his tone. He took out a small wooden box from his storage bag and handed it to Lu Wusheng.

Lu Wusheng glanced at it after opening the box, and inside was a small jade card.

He put the wooden box into his own storage bag, maintaining his cold demeanor, and walked out of the hall of the Spiritual Palace.

After he left, most of the people in the hall who had been holding their breath finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, he actually volunteered to become the head of the Magic Artifact Favillion. I think Lu Wusheng's cultivation has finally destroyed his brain. Instead of being the Saint, he went to that place. Hehe, who knows how long it will take when he goes there. By the time he returns, he probably won't be able to sit securely in his current position anymore."

A young man in a brocade robe who had previously been too scared to speak sneered and mocked.

He had a proud look on his face and was waiting for his subordinates behind him to respond.

But as he waited, he felt that something was wrong. Why was it still so quiet around him?

As he looked at the frightened expressions of his subordinates, his face stiffened, and he slowly turned around.

The Demon Sect's Saint, who had just left, was squinting at him.

His past psychological trauma surged up, and he felt his whole body shudder. His legs went weak, and he almost kneeled on the ground.

"I suddenly feel that being the head of the Magic Artifact Pavillion is a good position for you," Lu Wusheng said nonchalantly.

He actually had no impression of this guy who had ridiculed him behind his back.

But looking at his reaction, he should have been one of the former candidates for the Saint position the kind of person who he had beaten up severely.

In the original story, Lu Wusheng's process of becoming the Demon Sect's Saint was very simple.

He trained hard, and when the other Saint candidates came to challenge him, he beat them up severely.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, no Saint candidates dared to come challenge him, and he became the Demon Sect's Saint directly.

It was precisely because of this reason that these people who had gone through the Saint selection process were afraid to even breathe heavily in front of him.

But they were too arrogant behind his back.

"The young man in brocade clothes froze when he heard Luo Wusheng's words.

"N-no, not that"

"Ho? You want to reject my kindness?"

Luo Wusheng's expression turned cold as he released an aura of complete mastery of the golden core.

The disciples of the Demon Sect around them all looked at the brocade-clad youth with pity in their eyes.

Several former candidates for sainthood also felt a sense of relief. If it weren't for this guy who stepped up, it would have been them being blocked by this evil star right now.

The entire Spirit Palm Hall was now so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

At this moment, however, Luo Wusheng retracted his aura.

"Heh, I was just joking."

Leaving behind these light and ethereal words, he flashed and turned into a dense black shadow, truly disappearing away from the Spirit Palm Realm.

It was only when the young man in brocade clothes regained his senses that he realized he was already kneeling on the ground, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.

Uh, his pants were also wet.