The Story How I Kept Stealing The Xianxia Yuri Protagonist Harem

Luo Wusheng scratched his head.

The sudden chill down his neck had quickly faded. It had happened right as he finished refining the nether blood, leaving him uncertain—was it just a side effect of completing the refinement?

‘Maybe it’s a change in my physique…?’

Since the process had gone so smoothly, he wasn’t feeling any obvious difference. Perhaps he needed to punch something to test it out?

After all, this was a full hour’s worth of nether blood extracted from the renowned Netherqueen herself—it should have enhanced him somewhat, right?

Yet, oddly enough, he didn’t seem to sense any special effects.

Just as he was deep in thought, a faint vibration came from his waist.

[I’ve arrived at Sword Sect.]

As expected.

Luo Wusheng had barely registered this thought when another message followed.

[—Earlier, you asked me what I wrote in the letter to your junior sister, right?]

[Hm?]

He had only asked out of casual curiosity earlier… though, in hindsight, Sword Immortal Missy’s reaction back then had been rather suspicious.

Raising an eyebrow, he watched as another message quickly appeared on the short sword’s blade.

[I just told her a little about our past interactions— Of course, just a little! Just that we’ve known each other for a while and occasionally exchanged messages through… certain special means.]

[Ah—! I—I need to register at the sect and meet my master, so I won’t be able to talk now!]

…???

Luo Wusheng stared blankly at the short sword in his hand.

Something… felt off.

Why had Little Yuli suddenly decided to tell the demoness all that?

It didn’t take him long to figure it out.

This time, her condition had flared up in front of others, and she had displayed far more familiarity toward him than she usually would in public.

Most importantly, Bai Xiaoyao—who knew her true appearance—had witnessed it all firsthand.

That meant all her previous attempts at acting distant had gone to waste—every moment of pretense had now turned into a social death flag.

Now, she was desperately trying to adjust the narrative before their next meeting, hoping to reduce the future embarrassment.

But… was it really that simple?

‘Just a little about our past and exchanging messages…?’

It wasn’t that Luo Wusheng doubted her words—it was just that he knew his junior sister too well.

Bai Xiaoyao was a master at reading people.

And Little Yuli had the self-awareness of a rock.

Considering how nervous she seemed, was it really possible she hadn’t accidentally spilled too much in front of the demoness?

For a moment, Luo Wusheng seriously contemplated something bold—using his Nascent Soul Realm speed to rush to the border of Sword Province, intercept the letter before it reached Bai Xiaoyao, and “verify” its contents himself.

The timing should still be manageable, considering how recently the letter had been sent.

Just as this thought took shape, he abruptly looked up at the sky.

Clouds from all directions converged—the heavens trembled with an oppressive might.

“—Young Master, make your final preparations. The last step is about to begin.”

A voice echoed beside his ear.

Luo Wusheng pushed aside all distractions, turned toward the cave, and focused his thoughts—recalling the modified Demon Sect Artifact Refining technique he had developed.

It looks like he’ll have to trust Little Yuli to handle the letter situation on her own.

“It’s just a shame I haven’t had the chance to test the improvements from refining that nether blood…”

Muttering to himself, Luo Wusheng turned his gaze forward, just in time to see an artifact fly out of the cave.

It was attempting to take the shape of a cube, but kept collapsing into a shifting, liquid form, radiating an aura of terrifying power.

His eyes flickered as he exhaled slowly and raised a finger toward the approaching artifact.

“Condense!”

The unstable liquid retracted inward, pulsing within the shifting cube.

As he watched the familiar sight of the artifact taking shape, memories of his first time refining an Artifact flashed through his mind.

‘Oh, right. Almost forgot the most important step.’

Keeping one hand focused on controlling the Artifact, Luo Wusheng casually lifted the short sword in his other hand and sent a message.

[Ahem. Little Yuli, emergency request—how about one more blessing?]

[Huh? Ah… um, I-I wish you success?]

—So she didn’t actually go offline—just lurking.

Luo Wusheng internally rolled his eyes, but before he could respond, another message appeared.

[Wait— did something happen? Are you in trouble?]

[Nah, just refining an artifact.]

[Refining an artifact?]

[Yeah, just crafting a high-grade Artifact for fun.]

Silence.

Luo Wusheng rubbed his nose, picturing the adorable expression on her face— wide-eyed, mouth covered in disbelief.

Chuckling, he tucked the short sword back into his waist.

Now that he had received the protagonist’s blessing, it was time to move on to the final step.

“Heaven and Earth’s power—descend!”

Thunder roared in the clouds above.

Lightning gathered in five colors—but beyond those, a sixth hue flickered faintly.

‘A tribulation that surpasses the Nascent Soul level, but doesn’t quite reach the Tribulation Crossing level… and all they did was add another color? Seriously?’

Luo Wusheng used sarcasm to cope with the oppressive celestial pressure.

The original Phantomless had been just shy of being a high-grade Artifact when it was first forged. Even then, it had already drawn a Five-Colored Tribulation Lightning, equivalent to a weakened Nascent Soul tribulation.

Back then, that tribulation had been incomplete—it vanished as soon as Phantomless shattered the tribulation clouds.

His own Nascent Soul tribulation, on the other hand, had been the real deal—it even exceeded expectations… right up until it exploded on its own.

And now…

Ah. Poor tribulation lightning.

It still wasn’t the real boss here—just a snack for the little pink fox.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.

A petite, pink fox had leaped onto him at some point, its tiny paws expertly gripping his shoulder with perfect balance.

Oddly enough, she had chosen to grab onto the exact spot where she had bitten him earlier.

—Was that on purpose?

Behind her, two tails—one real, one illusory—gently swayed, releasing a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

“It’s coming.”

Her bewitching, fox-like eyes gazed toward the sky.

For some reason, Luo Wusheng felt like something about her seemed… different.

But before he could dwell on it—

BOOM!

A colossal lightning pillar descended from the clouds.

And then—

He felt the fox on his shoulder gently leap into the air.

Normally, a tribulation meant for an artifact could only be endured by the artifact itself and its creator—otherwise, unpredictable consequences could occur.

But since this little pink fox had essentially handled the entire refining process, the heavens had mistakenly recognized her as one of the artifact’s creators.

The next instant—

Luo Wusheng felt as if time itself had frozen.

The boundaries of space and time blurred.

The descending lightning pillar… halted midair.

Then—

It warped.

As if it had been twisted from three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional plane.

And there—

A tiny, pink fox appeared beside the flattened lightning.

She turned her head—

And bit down.

Crunch

Luo Wusheng almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

Right in front of him—

The colossal, flattened lightning pillar made a crisp, brittle sound.

Then—

Cracks spread across its surface.