142 - Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem
Author: Liangliang Miaomiaoxia The little fox, with her third tail yet to solidify, could only unleash spiritual power at the Yuan Ying early stage. However, this early-stage Yuan Ying carried the traits, methods, and even equipment characteristic of the Hua Shen stage! How could her tiny frame endure such power? Moreover, influenced by the secret technique for nourishing demons, the state of the fox demoness at this moment was not just restored to what it had been a day earlier; she even seemed to be subtly progressing beyond that point. The illusory nature on the third tail was becoming less and less apparent. Although Luo Wu Sheng couldn’t perceive it precisely, he estimated that her cultivation might have recovered to near the middle stage of Yuan Ying. Additionally, the fox was clearly in a peculiar state due to the effects of the demon-nurturing technique... Ahem, as the old saying goes, when someone who never calls you by your full name suddenly does, there are only two possibilities. Either you’re in trouble, or they think you’re in trouble. Where did this saying come from? Never mind, if the source is uncertain, attribute it to Mr. Treeman by default. On the other side, Yao Ji, seemingly lost in thought, watched Luo Wu Sheng, who seemed absent-minded. Holding a pale red fox fire, she felt as though she had no one to direct her frustration towards. She longed to throw down her fire to wake him up and make him learn some lessons. Yet, seeing the familiar demeanor of her lord, she found it inexplicably hard to act. Even though, at the moment her ear was pinched, she truly felt she might explode... Embarrassment beyond words. Her ears were even more sensitive parts than her tails by countless measures. From just that fleeting contact, her body still felt weak, and her facial warmth refused to subside. Yet now, she felt that if this act was done by the young man in front of her, it might not be entirely unacceptable. Could it be that in just an hour, she had grown accustomed to being touched? (And how had she never noticed this side of him before...?) The demoness felt a slight headache. In her perception, Luo Wu Sheng should have been someone competent, handling matters with calmness... Even before he knew her identity, he would occasionally utter words to amuse her, without overstepping any boundaries. Why did he become increasingly reckless after discovering her identity as a demoness? Was it because she, as a demoness, no longer wielded her blade? Thinking carefully, it seemed like ever since a certain Tianji Tower master had meddled with her body alongside him, this young master started showing such inclinations... Indeed, it must be that conniving old woman’s doing! Looking at the apologetic Luo Wu Sheng... although he hadn’t fully capitulated and lay down baring his belly in submission, the fox fire in Yao Ji’s hand dissipated. Seeing the little fox seemed inclined to let him off the hook, Luo Wu Sheng breathed a silent sigh of relief. Truly befitting of a demoness of her generation, her disposition bore the grace befitting someone like Xiao Yuli. Yet just as this thought emerged, he found the little fox’s exquisite face suddenly close to his own, slightly tilted. A pang of pain shot from his shoulder. Then he saw the fox demoness lift her head from his shoulder, using her hand to casually wipe away a thin silver thread connecting her lips to his shoulder. Her captivating eyes, now shrouded in mystery, regarded him coolly as she gave a soft hum. “I’ll let it go just this once.” The fox’s tail swayed as she whispered, “Since I have fully recovered, these are no longer needed…” With a sudden vanishing act, the fox’s ears and tail disappeared, as if she feared a certain someone might impulsively go for one last touch. And that certain someone just then came to his senses. Was that the demoness’s minor punishment for his earlier recklessness? Luo Wu Sheng suddenly wished he could tell the little fox: "That doesn’t count! Let me take off my clothes and do it again! Firmly, don’t spare me!" Yet, having just narrowly escaped, he managed to control his thoughts. Unfortunately, that control wasn’t absolute. “Hm... based on how it felt earlier, if we tried for a few more hours, maybe she’d directly…” [Help you solidify the third tail] were words he dared not speak under the demoness's threatening gaze. Of course, the demoness was fully aware. She knew her body well. After multiple attempts of the demon-nurturing technique, she had confirmed its miraculous efficacy for the demon clan! It truly lived up to the secret arts described by Luo Wu Sheng, acquired from the grandmasters of ancient times. She just didn’t understand why such a grandmaster granted her young lord this technique. Moreover, the conditions and side effects of using this technique... The little fox felt her still warm cheeks. Rather than enduring several more hours, she'd prefer everything proceeded as originally planned! Besides, after all this time, her former subjects would probably arrive soon, and she couldn’t let them see her in this state. Glaring once at Luo Wu Sheng, the demoness grumbled, “You don’t seem at all worried about your situation. Are you really that confident in that unreliable plan?” Facing her question, Luo Wu Sheng lightly tapped his still damp shoulder and smiled nonchalantly. “To worry every day is akin to surrendering before the fight.” He glanced towards the vast sky outside the cave, “...Neither am I completely without hope.” From the present perspective, the chances of success were indeed not promising. However, even if he couldn’t change the outcome, he could certainly cause distress for the monk likely planning to seize his body. The demoness found herself involuntarily captivated by this young man. Truthfully, she doubted Luo Wu Sheng's plan. Yet, she couldn’t conjure a better one within a short time. (Crossing the tribulation...) She did not wish for Luo Wu Sheng to meet such a pitiable fate. An entire life manipulated by others, ultimately to have his body occupied, paving the path for someone else to ascend to immortality. But as a former sovereign of the demon race, she felt powerless once again. The previous time she felt powerless was when the demon clan abandoned her during a tribulation, pinning their hopes on the previous emperor of the Immortal Kingdom to ascend by suppressing gathered human fortune against her. Both incidents born from the extravagance of crossing a tribulation for immortal ascent... The little fox felt she could empathize with the young man in front of her. Three years of suppression left her without resentment towards the late emperor of the Immortal Kingdom, nor did she harbor thoughts of revenge. What she felt was merely ridicule for those attempting the tribulation. (But if I could ascend first…) Chapter 211: No Rush, No Rush (Part Two) If she could carve a path to immortality before the young man's downfall, wouldn’t that resolve everything? The thought made the demoness pause, and then she smiled wryly. How easy would it be to ascend? Especially given her unique circumstances, though at the peak of Hua Shen, her foundation was lacking... Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so easily suppressed by the Immortal Kingdom’s former emperor of the same realm. Even if she were lucky enough to find a suitable path to immortality, completing it swiftly would still be challenging. Even overcoming all obstacles, facing the final trial of heavenly tribulation might still result in her demise... Why was she so determined to go to such lengths for this young man before her? Was it because she didn’t want to lose someone who listened to her play the zither? Because this young man intrigued her? Or because he assisted an old woman in freeing her from suppression? In a daze, the demoness recalled the memories from last night after fruitlessly searching for Luo Wu Sheng. The tree spirit, whom she treated like a sister, had covertly approached after sending away Elder Yuan, whispering to her, “Demoness sister, surely you aren’t truly enamored with that Holy Son of the Demon Sect?” Now, those casual words echoed in her mind once more, her gaze settling on the young man. Today, despite the moments that shamed and enraged her, he appeared more captivating than ever in her eyes. (Thinking about it, each time he suddenly used that secret art came just as I was about to question him with worry... Was it a coincidence?) Or was it deliberate on his part? If the latter were true... might it be that this Holy Son awkwardly used this tactic to ease her mind? The demoness’s heart softened slightly, her face blushing anew. If so, her lord truly was “bad.” Her thoughts swirling, she noticed Luo Wu Sheng looking over at her. “Well, since there's no headway on my matters, there’s no need to rush... Let’s help Yao Ji solidify her third tail first.” Luo Wu Sheng dusted off the debris from his clothes caused by the cave’s earlier tremor, stood up, and smiled, “This might also finally be the time my magical artifact advances to a top-grade one, which means I might end up with a great bargain…” His palm turned over, revealing the Wuxiang magical artifact in his grasp. Yet currently, the artifact appeared dim and lackluster, showing none of the mid-tier magical artifact grandeur. In a previous encounter with a headless Buddha statue, he had transformed the Wuxiang into a shield wall to resist the burst of spiritual power, exhausting all the energy recharged from Xiao Yuli. Now, not a single drop remained. Fortunately, when discussing earlier with the incessantly cooing little fox, he inquired if the current state of the Wuxiang magical artifact could still be used to advance in grade, to which she confirmed affirmatively. Otherwise, he'd have to ponder gifting something else to the little fox. On the other hand, with her cheeks slightly red, the demoness contemplated Luo Wu Sheng's words for a moment before gently nodding. ...Indeed, she should first focus on the task at hand—solidifying her three-tailed form and consuming the Emperor's Pill to return to her peak condition. If she were to assist this young man, she needed to at least regain her peak Hua Shen level. And perhaps, eventually return to the demon lands and reclaim leadership of the demon clan... Time is tight. (Maybe today is the day of parting...) Suppressing the myriad thoughts from surfacing on her face, the little fox reached out slightly, allowing the Wuxiang magical artifact to easily fall into her hands. "In that case, may the young master wait outside the cave... The method I use for advancement is rather unique and only requires you to employ the tool-forging technique to gather the power of heaven and earth to induce heavenly tribulation at the very end." Wait outside? Luo Wu Sheng felt a touch of confusion, but quickly understood. (Most likely, this advancement method shouldn't be observed by outsiders... involving some secrets?) He pondered over this, nodding slightly, “I’ll follow Yao Ji's instructions.” Watching Luo Wu Sheng's retreating back leave the cave, the little fox’s expression turned complex. ... Luo Wu Sheng stepped outside the cave. He looked up at the sky. Soon, it'd be another lightning tribulation for him... It seemed that ever since his awakening memories, he had an unusual affinity with heavenly tribulations. This would be the third time in a month... Thinking this, he touched his shoulder where the demoness had bitten him earlier. (Hiss—she indeed bit quite hard.) She probably used some special technique, leaving a faint bite mark on his shoulder that pierced through his clothes. Moreover, despite employing spiritual power, he couldn’t erase it, and it even elicited a faint pain. However, recalling the alluring moment when the demoness rose from his shoulder, Luo Wu Sheng felt it was worth it. Especially considering he had earlier gotten to touch the adorable ears of the little fox to his heart’s content. This was such a win-win! Except the way she rose after biting was genuinely enticing, making his blood surge again. Watching the silver thread dangling from her moist lips, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to lean in and taste. It seemed that yesterday’s moment with Xiao Yuli had somewhat shifted his mindset. Thinking of another adorable young girl, Luo Wu Sheng drew out the short sword from his waist, channeling his spiritual sense into it. [My dear Xiao Yuli, have you arrived at the Sword Pavilion?]