The Story How I Kept Stealing The Xianxia Yuri Protagonist Harem

At first, Luo Wusheng had planned to deal with the captured Demon Sect disciples who had been stuffed into sacks by the bald coachman.

Sword Province wasn’t too far from the royal city, so even if he released them and let them make their own way to the city again, it wouldn’t be a bad option.

But now, Luo Wusheng had abandoned that idea.

‘The Demon Sect, huh…’

After making a series of deductions, Luo Wusheng found himself harboring some reservations about the Demon Sect.

If the higher-ups of the Demon Sect had truly reached some sort of deal with that Chosen Buddha from the Buddhist Sect… just the thought of this possibility made Luo Wusheng lose all interest in releasing the captured disciples from his storage bag.

Of course, he also understood that even if his suspicions were correct, these ordinary disciples—who hadn’t even reached the Golden Core Realm—would have no way of knowing the inner workings of such a deal. In fact, once the great purge against the Demon Sect began, these people, if they remained within the Three Thousand Demon Domains, would be nothing more than cannon fodder.

“Still, I just have this nagging feeling that letting them go will lead to some unexpected trouble…”

This intuition wasn’t entirely baseless. After all, these Demon Sect disciples had only just arrived in the royal city and had already caused a commotion.

Not only had they clashed with disciples of the Martial Alliance, but they had also gotten involved with that ever-mysterious bald coachman.

If not for his prior agreement with the Empress regarding the supply of mundane Artifacts—which had left the Demon Artifact Pavilion severely short-handed—Luo Wusheng would have much preferred to send this whole sack of troublemakers straight back to the Three Thousand Demon Domains.

‘I can’t abandon the royal city just yet. Even though the situation has changed significantly from before, I still need to make the most of my knowledge of the original story… cough, though the original plot has been twisted beyond recognition at this point.’

Thankfully, the major events remained unchanged.

First and foremost was the Human Immortal List—the event where the Sword Fairy would make her debut and display her true strength to the world.

And after that…

Luo Wusheng’s eyes flickered as he withdrew from his thoughts. A specific set of cultivation techniques surfaced in his memory—the Hemal Sanguine Technique.

It was a method that enhanced one’s physical body by refining a special nether blood. However, its ultimate effects remained uncertain.

Would it be possible to strengthen the body to the level described by the headless Buddha statue’s past recollections?

Well, becoming immune to the Immortal Tribulation was probably too much to hope for, but perhaps it could at least allow him to withstand a standard tribulation lightning?

And then there was the rumored special effect that might manifest…

Closing his eyes, Luo Wusheng began circulating the Hemal Sanguine Technique.

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Meanwhile, in a residence not far from the Demon Artifact Pavilion in the royal city…

Ever since the temporary closure of the Demon Artifact Pavilion was announced, most of the officers and temporary workers—such as Long Dahai and Gao Shi—had suddenly found themselves with an abundance of free time.

But rather than feeling happy about it, they were deeply unsettled.

Yesterday, they hadn’t been anywhere near Wandering Immortal Inn; instead, they had been waiting inside the Demon Artifact Pavilion for the arrival of the Demon Sect disciples.

The group of seasoned veterans, who had once bonded over wine and meat at Red Blossom Pavilion, had been eagerly preparing to put the newcomers in their place.

However, instead of meeting the new arrivals, they were met with Hu Dingtian, an officer who had been waiting near the city gates. He came rushing back with shocking news—the Demon Sect disciples had clashed with the Martial Alliance, leading to the personal intervention of the Demon Sect’s Holy Maiden.

From that moment on, the situation became increasingly mysterious and unpredictable.

It somehow led to this situation

“—Brother Luo sure has a knack for getting involved in things, doesn’t he?”

Long Dahai glanced at his gathered colleagues and let out a long sigh. “We’ve only been in the royal city for a few days, but in that short time, Brother Luo first made his grand entrance at the pavilion-opening ceremony by slaying a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single strike. Then, he made a name for himself during the Immortal Nation’s Netherkin Extermination Operation. And now, just when everyone thought he was about to advance to the Nascent Soul Realm, he’s disappeared without a trace…”

His expression was somewhat complicated.

Although he regarded Luo Wusheng as a powerful figure to rely on—perhaps even the strongest backing he could find in the royal city—deep down, he genuinely felt a sense of camaraderie with this Demon Sect Holy Saint, who was nothing like the rumors had painted him.

Back when they were on the Sea-Crossing Boat, he and his fellow scattered cultivators had spoken freely with Luo Wusheng about the mundane pleasures of life. There had been no sense of distance, no forced politeness. In fact, Luo Wusheng had even thrown out ideas that had surprised even these worldly-wise wanderers.

That was why every time they called him “Brother Luo,” it wasn’t out of flattery but sincere respect.

Yet now, the Demon Sect Holy Saint had clearly been caught up in yet another event…

Long Dahai felt a headache coming on—so much so that he had even skipped his usual visit to Red Blossom Pavilion last night.

The others felt the same way.

Especially the four original officers of the Demon Artifact Pavilion.

They had witnessed firsthand how the pavilion had risen to its current status in less than a month. If not for Luo Wusheng, they might still be stuck in that dilapidated old building, drowning in debt and struggling to make a living in the city’s seedy underbelly…

But now?

They no longer worried about food and clothing. Aside from Old Wang, who was under strict financial control by his girlfriend, they all had the freedom to visit Red Blossom Pavilion whenever they pleased. Their days were busy but fulfilling.

Even the grudges and humiliations they had suffered in the past had been settled, thanks to the intervention of both the Holy Saint and the Holy Maiden.

Thinking back on those once-pressing resentments—now mere footnotes in their lives—they turned their gazes in one particular direction.

Toward the residence of the Demon Sect’s Holy Maiden.

“Ever since Holy Maiden Bai returned yesterday and announced the temporary closure of the Demon Artifact Pavilion, she hasn’t left her room,” whispered Xu Yuchun, the youngest of the officers, to the other three.

Even the ever-playful Li Xing didn’t crack a joke. Instead, he let out a sigh and shook his head. “I had my suspicions before, but now it’s obvious—Holy Maiden Bai has feelings for the Holy Saint… The real question is, where exactly has the Holy Saint gone?”

“Rumors about him have spread all over the city, but none have led to any solid clues about his whereabouts. However…”

It was Old Wang who spoke next, his voice dull and lifeless.

“…aside from the Holy Maiden, the rumors also suggest that the Holy Saint is entangled with the Empress, the top courtesan of the Red Blossom Pavilion, and a mysterious, beautiful sword cultivator…”

Of course, Old Wang hadn’t gathered this intelligence himself—it had come from Miss Su of the Six Gate Bureau.

His words caused the others’ previously solemn expressions to twist into something… odd.

“Ahem… well, he is the Holy Saint, after all…”

Hu Dingtian cleared his throat and subtly signaled for them to drop this potentially dangerous topic.

Silently, the officers withdrew their gazes from the Holy Maiden’s quarters.

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Inside the Holy Maiden’s Room…

Since Bai Xiaoyao had taken up residence here, the room had never been in such a state of disarray.

Scattered across the floor were sheets of paper covered in hastily written notes, crumpled drafts, and even a few empty bottles tossed aside carelessly.

Amidst this chaotic scene, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect leaned lightly against her bed, holding a freshly written page, her eyes flashing with deep thought.

“Now it all makes sense…”

With a flick of her fingers, the paper in her hand was reduced to ash by a surge of spiritual energy.