Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

 
Looking at the familiar iron cage it now found itself trapped in, the white-furred Rat trembled all over, its hands and feet icy cold. It could even vaguely sense the aura left behind on one of the iron bars from when it had charged at it countless times before.

 
“Holy Saint of the Demon Sect!!!”
Once again, it had been backstabbed in a deal!

Feeling the layers upon layers of seals embedded in the cage, the Rat couldn’t help but recall the humiliating life it had once endured within it.
Those dark days had haunted its mind countless times, nearly causing it to develop inner demons.
And now…

With a wave of his hand, Luo Wusheng retrieved the Rat-capturing device he had deftly tossed out earlier.
“Hmph! I’ve said all I needed to say, the next time we meet, we will still be mortal enemies,” he said, playfully repeating the harsh words the rat had just thrown at him.
The Rat Netherkin had a remarkable knack for picking the worst possible moment to flee, choosing the exact moment when Luo Wusheng had sorted out his thoughts to utter its dramatic parting words. This level of thoughtfulness made Luo Wusheng feel like he’d be letting himself down if he didn’t act.

Whether it was just a feeling or not, the Rat Netherkin seemed less intelligent than before.
Inside the cage, the white-furred Rat’s eyes were bloodshot.
According to its original plan, the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect should have been thrown into disarray, overwhelmed by panic after hearing the information it had revealed. At that moment, it could have made its dramatic declaration and left with a swagger while the Holy Saint was still reeling.

But this Demon Sect Holy Saint wasn’t following the script at all!
No matter how much the Rat had said, it seemed as if it had failed to shake him in the slightest—This feeling left the Rat deeply frustrated.
Though its agreement with Luo Wusheng was now fulfilled, it glanced at the Demon Sect Holy Saint, who appeared to be lost in thought, and finally decided to leave.
In that instant, its body had almost dissolved into blood mist, ready to escape.

But then a sharp pain struck its mind, forcing it out of the blood mist state and causing it to roll back into the cage.
Seeing the sharp gleam in Luo Wusheng’s eyes, the Rat was shaken even more as it realized what had just pierced into its mind.
Sword intent?! When did he form sword intent?!

Immediately, it felt a pang of regret.
It had ways to defend against mental attacks, but the aura Luo Wusheng had inadvertently exuded while deep in thought had momentarily stunned it, causing it to forget to activate its defenses before trying to escape.
Meanwhile, Luo Wusheng stroked his chin thoughtfully.

After considering and discarding countless plans, he had now determined his course of action.
First, he needed to get out of the Buddhist Sect’s sight. If they were watching him, even his best-laid plans would face significant hurdles.
Next, he had to find a practical path to become a Land Immortal, one that could attract Peak Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators to his side and away from the Buddhist Sect’s influence.

Admittedly, both tasks were exceptionally challenging.
The Buddhist Sect’s measures against him were far from simple. To escape their surveillance, he would at least need to sever the connection between his essence and that chosen bald monk.
As for the second task… If an easy path to become a Land Immortal existed, there wouldn’t be so many Peak Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators languishing in that half-dead state for centuries.

But Luo Wusheng had an advantage that others didn’t.
He could place his bets on the right people.
‘Tch, these guys can work themselves to death, but in the original story, they’ll still need to wait for Little Yuli to ascend. Do they really think the Buddhist Sect’s plan is that great?’

Unfortunately, his current status and position weren’t enough to convince those Peak Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators. He couldn’t even easily get a chance to talk to them…
Shaking his head, Luo Wusheng cleared his thoughts.
Come to think of it, even he found his current state a bit odd.

For some reason, he was in unusually good form today. Despite learning so much, he wasn’t panicked in the slightest. He even had the presence of mind to capture the fleeing Rat Netherkin, his internal pressures perfectly regulated.
But since it wasn’t a bad thing, there was no need to dwell on it for now.
“There’s still nearly a year left…”

Luo Wusheng muttered to himself but suddenly frowned, his gaze turning to the small Rat in the cage.
Something felt off…
Memories of when he had first captured what he thought was an ordinary Rat and locked it in the cage came to mind.

At that time, the Rat had stayed in the cage, but somehow, it had disappeared and reappeared at the opening ceremony of the Demon Artifact Pavilion, where it had been discovered by the Sword Fairy.
He had assumed the Rat had simply escaped when given the chance, especially since he hadn’t paid it much attention back then.
But now that he thought about it, something didn’t add up…

Looking at the dazed Rat Netherkin in the cage, Luo Wusheng’s spiritual awareness swept outward.
He paused slightly.
At the edge of his spiritual awareness, he saw a white-furred Rat without a tail crawling desperately on the ground.

At the boundary of its escape path, however, was another familiar aura that made Luo Wusheng raise an eyebrow.
…
The body of the white-haired Rat was crawling hard on the ground.

Its eyes revealed unwillingness and humiliation.
Once again, it had to sever its tail and flee because of the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect!
Three escapes, three losses of fortune!

‘But at least, though this time was a bit harder than the first, compared to the second time when I lost 22 million worth of fortune, this is still within an acceptable range.’
The Rat consoled itself inwardly.
It had no choice but to comfort itself in this way. After all, the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect had already ascended to the Nascent Soul Realm, making him an opponent it couldn’t contend with in its current state.

To escape silently right under his nose, it had no choice but to use its Tail Severance Survival Technique. Honestly, it had been using this technique so frequently recently that it was starting to feel like it was born without a tail.
“This time, once I return to the Netherland, I’ll go into seclusion and cultivate for a hundred years. Hah, that pathetic Holy Saint of the Demon Sect probably only has a year left to live.”
Remembering how it had inexplicably found the Holy Saint somewhat agreeable earlier, only to be backstabbed so ruthlessly, the # Nоvеlight # Rat spat fiercely:

“Serves him right! That damned Holy Saint of the Demon Sect is lucky he didn’t die at the hands of this mighty Rat!”
Having fled quite some distance by now, the Rat didn’t bother to lower its voice.
After all, in this remote area, even if some ordinary cultivator or mortal appeared, it could just turn into a mist of blood and swallow them whole. It was even eager for a little fresh blood to snack on.

But just as this thought crossed its mind, it suddenly heard a soft, floating voice.
“—Did you just mention the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect?”
Startled, the Rat snapped to attention, shivering as it looked ahead.

A woman’s figure slowly came into view.
Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, with a pair of dazzling, bewitching eyes that seemed capable of stealing one’s very soul.
The moment the Rat saw her face, its fur stood on end. And when it noticed the frail-looking old ape standing beside the maidservant behind her, its eyes were filled with nothing but terror.

“Elder Ape, I leave it to you,” the woman’s ethereal voice gently rang out.
The skinny old ape nodded twice. In the next instant, its eyes gleamed sharply, and its shriveled body swelled with vitality. The frail and aged appearance was swept away, and in a blink, it had transformed into a majestic, golden figure, brimming with powerful energy and blood.
The ape lightly pointed its fingers twice.

Boom! Boom!
The spot where the white-furred Rat had been was now just a crater. Amid the rising dust, the half-dead white-furred Rat was lifted out by spiritual energy and dropped into the hand of the young maidservant.
The Rat’s body was now entirely covered with seals.

Realizing that all its techniques had been sealed away, the Rat’s eyes filled with despair.
Unexpectedly, this invincible rat had ultimately fallen into the hands of an ape.