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Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem (Xianxia) Chapter 46
🕑 Added 2023-05-20 01:14:13 +0000 UTCChapter 46: Old Rat Who Love Money The Most
"Who... What exactly are you!"
Lin Qingfeng gathered spiritual energy in his hand, holding a magical longsword as if he was about to strike the blood mist with it at any moment.
But he heard another voice coming from the blood mist.
"Amitabha, Rat Benefactor, you have messed up the task I entrusted to you."
Buddhist sect?
Lin Qingfeng widened his eyes, unsure whether he should swing down the sword in his hand.
"Stop the nonsense. It's all because the thing you gave me is useless! You never mentioned that using this 'Delusion Attachment' would fill the affected person's mind with obsession and affect their mental state!"
The first sharp voice spoke again, sounding a bit impatient. "And who could have expected that this guy would be so useless, that the prestigious number one artifact refinement pavilion in the capital would actually be inferior to the Demon Artifact Pavilion!"
"Amitabha, it's not Rat Benefactor's fault. Even I, as a monk, didn't expect this person to break the control in such a short time."
"Since it's not his fault, then it certainly isn't my fault either. I did everything according to your instructions."
Lin Qingfeng, who was listening to the strange conversation, couldn't understand the meaning behind their words. But he understood that this was the main culprit behind his current predicament.
"Damn it... Whether you're from the Buddhist sect or some other ghostly thing, just die!"
The sword in his hand, fueled by his anger, swung down with spiritual energy.
But it didn't cause any tremor, It didn't even leave a trace on the ground after passing through the blood mist.
(Impossible... This can't be possible!)
Logically, the ground should have been shattered by his full-force strike, not left intact. It should have at least created an opportunity for him to call for help from others in the Taoist Artifact Pavilion, even if he couldn't match this strange blood mist.
But what he witnessed before his eyes was unbelievably unreal.
"You're so noisy. Do you really think your insignificant cultivation level matter in front of me? Watch as I drain every drop of your flesh and spiritual energy!"
The sharp voice sounded somewhat angry.
The words sent a chill down Lin Qingfeng's spine, filling him with a sense of dread.
"Amitabha, Rat Benefactor, it's better not to commit more killings."
"Hmph, do you, a mere fragmentary consciousness, also want to stop me from killing? I only have a cooperative relationship with you, and although i failed this time, I have still helped you to some extent. It has been quite exhausting. These days, I haven't caused any trouble outside the city, and now I need a life to replenish my consumption."
Is he going to be killed?
An indescribable fear surged within Lin Qingfeng.
"This humble monk does not intend to stop Rat Benefactor. It's just that if this person dies today and their life token shatters, it might alert the Taoist sects, which would be unfavorable for all of you."
"...Then only drain half, so he can remain in suspense."
"Well said."
The blood mist suddenly swelled up.
Lin Qingfeng couldn't react and lost consciousness directly.
His body gradually began to wither, and his breath grew weaker.
After completing everything, the blood mist slowly contracted, and the voice once again emanated from within.
"Now, what should we do? Even though your plan has nothing to do with me, we had agreed that even if it failed, my reward should not be reduced by a single bit."
"Rat Benefactor, rest assured, a monk does not lie. However, there is another matter I hope you can take care of... of course, we would be willing to pay the price for it."
The blood mist visibly brightened.
"As long as the price is right, everything is negotiable! However, I also have my own task to fulfill..."
"Rat Benefactor, please rest assured. This matter will also help you complete your own task. Let this humble monk explain it to you..."
After a moment, the blood mist brightened even more.
"This plan is ingenious! But the price must be paid in full!"
This time, the sharp voice did not receive a response.
"I see, so the consciousness has reached its time limit… whatever, this baldy wouldn’t dare to deceive me.”
............
Dusk.
The current location is the Demon Artifact Pavilion.
All the members of the pavilion have returned here.
The strategic victory has prompted Luo Wusheng to generously give his employees half a day off.
The four officers are all smiling, excitedly chatting with each other. Even the usually expressionless and simple-minded Old Wang is the same.
Only the five craftsmen refuse to put down their work and continue to toil on the fourth floor.
Luo Wusheng and others on the third floor can occasionally hear sounds from above, like "This feels great!" or "Senior Brother, come and try this!" from the group of craftsman.
Luo Wusheng, in a good mood, can't be bothered with this group of eccentrics.
Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life, don't they?
Bai Xiaoyao stands obediently by Luo Wusheng's side, holding a bag of popcorn given to her by her senior brother.
She's getting a bit addicted to this food.
As Luo Wusheng looks at his obedient junior sister, he suddenly recalls the "milk tea," a lethal weapon for girls. He decides to make a cup for his junior sister next time.
Before that, he still owes his junior sister a pair of black stockings.
Although there may not be many opportunities for him to personally take action, considering that he is the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect with high cultivation, no one will casually provoke him. In light of this, there is no urgency to charge up the "Wu Xiang" just yet.
However, thinking about the upcoming chaos in the royal capital as depicted in the original plot, and recalling the bald coachman he saw earlier, Luo Wusheng feels it's a good idea to make some preparations.
Opportunities are only given to those who are prepared.
Just like this time, even though every step seemed inconceivable to outsiders, the outcome of each step was within his expectations.
Thinking about the great achievements he will soon accomplish, spreading throughout the entire royal capital and ultimately reaching the ears of the Empress, he feels a bit excited.
This time, he will definitely meet the Empress!
If there is no communication from the imperial palace these days, he will follow the previous timeline's plan.
And add some special events.
(Tonight, if possible, have a celebration banquet to strengthen relationships with my employees; Tomorrow, start making the gift for Bai Xiaoyao. I wonder what kind of enticing sight my junior sister wearing a black stocking would be)
(By the way, since I've worked so hard, can I reward myself by going to the Red Blossom Pavilion Tower to listen to some music?)
Luo Wusheng contemplates with great satisfaction.
Suddenly, he raises an eyebrow and exchanges a glance with Bai Xiaoyao, who also senses something.
Someone has arrived at their pavilion, Then he relaxes when he realizes who the other person is.
"Old Wang, the person looking for you is here, right at the entrance," he said with a smile, looking at Old Wang, who was still grinning.
The person who arrived is none other than Old Wang's top-ranked rich woman in fireworks. Since they met just yesterday, Luo Wusheng remembers the girl's aura.
Old Wang, upon hearing the words of his Holy Saint, first appears startled, then the joy on his face becomes even more pronounced. After hastily bidding farewell, he rushes downstairs.
The other three officers are still somewhat puzzled about what is happening.
Luo Wusheng watches the hurried figure of Old Wang leaving and feels quite emotional.
This is youth.
