Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

"Even if an enemy really comes to take over this position, the Magic Weapon Pavilion won't last long..."

Elder Wang sighed and couldn't help but have a headache.

This task has been delayed for nearly a year. If he can't find the enemy again, he will have no way to report to the Palm Spirit Envoy again.

But where to find such a victim?

While he was distressed, he suddenly found that the noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Elder Wang looked up.

Everyone focused their attention on the entrance of the palace.

The extraordinary handsome young man dressed in black slowly stepped into the hall.

The Holy Son of the Demon Sect, Luo Wusheng!

Elder Wang looked at this unparalleled talent who was the most talented in the Demon Sect, and his mind was filled with questions.

Why is this man here?

Seeing that Luo Wusheng had walked in front of him, Elder Wang quickly put a smile on his face.

"The old Wang Laowu has met the Holy Son."

Elder Wang saluted and said, "I wonder why Lord Holy Son came to Zhangling Hall today...?"

His face was respectful, but deep down he was a little uneasy.

After all, although the man in front of him is still a young man, his cultivation level is already far above his own.

There are even rumors that this Holy Son can fight against Nascent Soul.

Regardless of status or strength, Elder Wang believed that he could not offend Luo Wusheng.

"I want to take over the task of being the master of the [Magic Weapon Pavilion]." Luo Wusheng said expressionlessly.

"ah?"

Elder Wang did not react for a moment.

"I want to take over the task of being the master of the Magic Weapon Pavilion."

Luo Wusheng, who had expected his reaction, still had a cold face and repeated his words.

At this moment, a small group of disciples who came to hand over the task had begun to whisper.

"The task of taking up the role of the master of the Magic Weapon Pavilion? Is it the task that several uncles secretly said about who would take it?"

"That's the task. Several of my disciples from the Hehuan Domain are working as officers there. I heard that there have been several changes in the number of officers."

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

"This is normal. No one would want to go there to find fault."

"Haha, Magic Weapon Pavilion? Even dogs won't go!"

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"Quiet!"

Elder Wang shouted, and the early cultivation blessing of the golden elixir made the disciples in the hall shut up obediently.

When he looked at Luo Wusheng again, he almost burst into tears.

What does it mean to provide help in times of need? This is called giving timely help!

I didn’t expect that there would actually be someone who was taken advantage of and willingly took over this mess!

"Sir the Holy Son is indeed the genius of our demon sect. He can do things that ordinary people cannot do. In this case, I wish that the demonic name of the Holy Son will be resounding throughout the fairyland!"

Elder Wang bowed with a smile.

The old fox was an old fox. He spoke impeccably and gave Luo Wusheng no room to regret.

Luo Wusheng naturally knew what these people were thinking, but he didn't care in his heart. He only felt that ignorance was terrible.

If this group of people knew about the Demon-Dang Rebellion a year later, they would probably all run faster than themselves.

His face remained calm and he nodded slightly at Elder Wang's compliment.

"Give me the relevant items, and I will take the sea boat to the fairyland today."

"Haha, with your status, you don't need those proofs... Ahem, everything you want is here."

Elder Wang, who wanted to give a few more compliments, felt stressed under Luo Wusheng's gaze, so he immediately changed his mind, took out a small wooden box from the storage bag, and handed it to Luo Wusheng.

Luo Wusheng opened the wooden box and glanced at it. Inside was a small jade plaque.

Putting the wooden box into his storage bag, he still maintained his cold attitude and slowly walked out of the door of the Palm Spirit Hall.

After he left, most of the people in the palace who had been afraid to speak out breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, he actually took the initiative to be the master of the Magic Weapon Pavilion. I think Luo Wusheng finally damaged his brain through cultivation. A good saint should not go to that kind of place. Haha, I don't know how much it will cost to go there. In time, he will probably not be able to go to jail in his current position."

A young man in brocade clothes who dared not express his anger just now sneered and mocked.

He looked arrogant, waiting for the younger brother behind him to agree with him.

But after waiting and waiting, he felt something was wrong. Why was it still so quiet around him?

Seeing the frightened expressions of the younger brothers in front of him, his face froze and he slowly turned around.

The Holy Son of the Demon Sect who had returned was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

The psychological shadow of the past came up, and he felt himself shaking all over, his legs became weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

"I suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to give up such a good position as the master of the Magic Weapon Pavilion to you."

Luo Wusheng said lightly.

He actually had no impression of the guy in front of him who was mocking him behind his back.

But judging from this reaction, it should be the kind that one of the former candidates for the Holy Son... had been severely beaten by him.

The process of Luo Wusheng becoming the Holy Son of the Demon Sect in the original work is very simple.

Practice hard and wait for other candidates for the Holy Son to come and challenge you, and beat them up.

After the last elixir was formed, there was no more candidate for the Holy Son who wanted to be beaten, and he would directly become the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

It is precisely for this reason that these guys who have experienced the selection of the Holy Son do not even dare to breathe in front of him.

It's just that I'm a little too excited behind the scenes.

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

"No, it's not...that..."

"What? You want to refuse my kindness?"

Luo Wusheng's face darkened, and he released the golden elixir's great perfection momentum.

The surrounding disciples of the Demon Sect all looked at the young man in brocade clothes with pity.

There were also several former candidates for the Holy Son who were a little scared. Fortunately, there was such a person who stood up, otherwise they would be the ones blocked by this evil star.

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

At this time, Luo Wusheng withdrew his momentum.

"Heh, I was joking."

After leaving such a light-hearted words, his figure flashed and turned into a heavy black shadow, and he really disappeared in the Palm Spirit Hall.

When the young man in brocade clothes came to his senses, he found that he had already knelt on the ground, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Well, his pants were also wet.

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 5 What a witch

The news of the Demon Sect spread very quickly.

In less than an hour, most of the disciples of the Demon Sect knew that a major event had occurred in the Palm Spirit Hall.

The Holy Son Luo Wusheng accepted the task of taking over the position of the head of the Demon Weapon Pavilion, and frightened the former candidate for the Holy Son into incontinence in the Palm Spirit Hall.

No matter which one it was, it was a good joke.

Although some new disciples wondered why the Saint of the Demon Sect would accept the task that even dogs wouldn't accept, they were relieved after the explanation of the disciples who had joined earlier.

The Saint of the Demon Sect was originally such a person who did things without thinking.

To put it nicely, it was acting according to one's heart, and to put it bluntly, it was stupid.

So although this incident was not in line with common sense, it was in line with Luo Wusheng's personality in the Demon Sect.

However, the latter incident surprised several disciples who thought they were familiar with Luo Wusheng.

Because the Saint would never do such a scary thing... He usually beat them directly.

And most of the time, the Saint of the Demon Sect didn't care about the rumors behind the scenes, which made those who were defeated by him develop the bad habit of subconsciously looking for superiority in places where he couldn't see.

Maybe the Saint was just in a bad mood.

No one really cared about such small details.

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At this moment, standing on the bow of the huge spirit boat, Luo Wusheng looked at the vast sea.

The Three Thousand Demon Realms and the Immortal Kingdom belong to different continents, separated by a sea area called the [Endless Sea].

Although the foundation-building cultivation has the ability to stay in the air, to cross the Endless Sea, at least the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm is required.

If you want to travel between the two places below the Nascent Soul, you need to use the ferry under your feet.

Luo Wusheng glanced at the people coming and going on the boat.

There are only a few disciples of the Demon Sect, and they are all frowning... This is really not liking the Royal City.

The boat is mainly composed of some casual cultivators from the outer areas of the Three Thousand Demon Realms.

Some wanted to join the Demon Sect but failed, so they had to go back to the rivers and lakes of the Immortal Kingdom to fight.

Some came to sell the immortal kingdom elixir and make a profit from the difference among the disciples of the Demon Sect.

The most ruthless ones are a few who volunteered to practice dual cultivation with the female disciples of the Joyous Realm. At this time, they all looked dull and collapsed on the deck in exhaustion.

Their cultivation may have improved a little, but it is also true that they have exhausted it.

The female disciples of Hehuan Domain have always welcomed these casual cultivators, because most of them are not as vulgar as the disciples of the Demon Sect, and they have more tricks.

It’s just that their physique is not as good as the rough men of the Demon Sect.

It’s just that they can’t do it for three consecutive days.

For this, Luo Wusheng just wanted to sigh that there is no land that is plowed badly, only cows that are tired to death.

He was watching the group of casual cultivators lying on the ground and groaning with interest, but suddenly felt that the surroundings became a little quiet.

Luo Wusheng’s heart moved, his eyes moved along the crowd, and soon found the reason.

Wearing a star-moon jade ornament on her head and a white fairy dress, Bai Xiaoyao was like a goddess from heaven descending to the earth. With her lotus steps lightly moving, she was getting closer and closer to the ferry.

The people around were attracted by such a stunning beauty, and even forgot to breathe.

“It’s... it’s the Saint Lady!”

I don’t know who shouted first, awakening the dazed people.

"Is this the legendary Saint of the Demon Sect? Too... too beautiful!"

"What is that Saint Lady wearing on her head? A headdress? How can there be such a beautiful jade?"

"Saint Lady... Hehe, Saint Lady, hehehe..."

Even the casual cultivators lying dead beside Luo Wusheng stared at him.

"Damn! Brother, hurry up and pull me up! I can still charge again!" A corpse was squirming on the ground.

(No, you can't...)

Luo Wusheng complained about the corpse in his heart, and then he also looked at the Saint Lady Junior Sister who was approaching him.