Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

Luo Wusheng woke up in a daze.
After the sudden impact of the Buddhist chants in his mind, his spirit couldn’t endure it, and he lost consciousness in the midst of turmoil.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, he only managed to see the celestial phenomenon in the sky shattering and the anxious expressions of several familiar women vaguely visible through the green light of the jade slip…
“Sigh~ Although I haven’t tried getting drunk, this refreshing feeling should be not much different from a hangover, right?”
Taking a few breaths of cool air, Luo Wusheng covered his head and sat up.

Now would be the perfect time to summon the little pink fox; her music was absolutely effective in dealing with this kind of state.
Come to think of it, he seemed to have seen the little pink fox in a state of panic, unable to control her power, even breaking the strings of her qin…
Rubbing his temples, Luo Wusheng quickly checked his current condition.

The Buddhist chants that resounded in his mind had completely disappeared now, as if they had never occurred.
Apart from feeling a bit lightheaded, there were no traces of him being affected by it left.
But when he recalled the feeling of the Buddhist chants flooding his mind earlier, he began to feel a subtle headache.

It seemed he had developed a bit of a psychological shadow this time.
Those bald donkeys from the Buddhist sect were indeed his lifelong enemies in this world. After the trauma from the bald head, they gave him Buddhist chant-induced PTSD.
But how did they do it? The appearance of the Buddhist chants seemed to have no warning signs, and the timing was too coincidental, happening just as he felt he was about to ascend to the Nascent Soul stage…

‘Ascend to the Nascent Soul stage?’
A thought crossed Luo Wusheng’s mind, and his spiritual awareness instantly retracted, focusing on his dantian.
The closed star lotus floated quietly, with a faint shimmer inside, but other than that, there was no change.

When he spread his spiritual awareness to his body, he felt his cultivation power.
It was still at the level of the Golden Core realm. Although it felt like there were some subtle differences, there was no qualitative change.
There was no perception of the power of heaven and earth, and no automatic acquisition of the skill of teleportation.

“Sigh~ Indeed, breaking the restrictions set by the original plot is not that easy– Tsk, it was just one step away.”
If it weren’t for the sudden appearance of the Buddhist chants, he might have successfully ascended to the Nascent Soul realm by now.
‘Was that Buddhist chant the doing of the Buddhist sect? They don’t want me to ascend to the Nascent Soul realm? That’s understandable. After all, if they are really preparing for the Demon Purging War and have no intention of letting go of me, the Demon Sect Holy Saint, they definitely wouldn’t want to see an exceptional Nascent Soul cultivator appearing in the opposing camp…’
Let’s not talk about anything else; Luo Wusheng was quite confident in his current talent.

If he had ascended to the Nascent Soul realm this time, during the one year leading up to the outbreak of the Demon Purging War, he would have had the potential to break through to the mid to late stages of the Nascent Soul realm.
As the Demon Sect Holy Saint, there were still plenty of resources waiting for him to use after ascending to the Nascent Soul realm.
But he still felt something was off.

Did those bald donkeys from the Buddhist sect really need to stop him?
Even if he ascended to the Nascent Soul realm, even if he broke through to the late stages of the Nascent Soul realm, wouldn’t he still be easily defeated by the various Tribulation Crossing stage cultivators from the Buddhist sect?
Luo Wusheng shook his head.

Those bald donkeys from the Buddhist sect were all a bunch of old fogeys. He, who only thought about solving problems with brute force, certainly couldn’t understand their calculations.
Burying the thoughts, he began to examine his current surroundings.
“What the–Where the hell am I!?”

After surveying the surroundings, he noticed where he was.
Firstly, he seems to be in an indoor hall.
The floor was paved with square tiles, but it was evidently left uncleaned for who knows how long. Covered in dust, it had numerous cracks, revealing the yellow soil underneath.

Several large red columns stood in different directions, seemingly engraved with something, but erosion over the years had almost rendered them illegible.
Luo Wusheng was standing next to one of these red columns.
He also noticed that he wasn’t lying on the ground; beneath him was an improvised bedding made of straw or something similar.

Where his head was resting, there was a red futon that looked comparatively cleaner than the surrounding ground.
‘A futon?’
Luo Wusheng’s heart skipped a beat.

Looking around the hall again, he quickly felt a sense of familiarity with the decorations.
He awkwardly turned his head.
The first thing he saw was another red futon, similar to the one he had used before but noticeably more worn out and dirty.

Looking upward, he saw an incense burner with only ash remaining.
Finally…
The body of a Buddha statue revealed itself in Luo Wusheng’s sight.

‘You must be joking! This is a temple! a fucking Buddhist temple!’
Luo Wusheng immediately wanted to leap from the ground; his spiritual power quickly surged.
But the next moment, his face showed a look of confusion.

Because on the somewhat worn and pockmarked Buddha statue– there was no head!
There was only a broken trace at the neck, as if °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the head had been forcibly chopped off.
What is this?

Luo Wusheng was perplexed.
“According to the memories before fainting, I should have been sent to this place by that jade slip of Yue Xuanji– Is this the final preparation of that white-haired loli? But what’s the point of bringing me to this dilapidated ancient temple?”
Waking up in what seemed like enemy territory was indeed testing his ability to withstand such situations.

Apart from that…
Luo Wusheng grabbed a handful of the straw beneath him.
This was definitely not the result of his own sleepwalking germophobia.

Coincidentally, just as he was thinking this, footsteps could be heard from the other side of the beheaded Buddha statue… the direction of the broken temple door.
Then, a familiar girl’s figure appeared at the doorway.
The girl, upon seeing the waking young man, obviously hesitated for a moment, but immediately took new actions before Luo Wusheng could react.

With the speed that looked no different than straight up teleportation, the girl rushed to him and embraced him tightly.
“Luo Lang!”
A crisp voice with a hint of sobbing: “Wooo– I thought Luo Lang wouldn’t wake up again, sob sob sob…”

Luo Wusheng had already regained his senses, but he was a bit dazed again under the sudden softness that threw itself onto him and the enormous affectionate gaze in front of him.
“Huh? Why is Luo Lang so hot, and the heartbeat is so fast– Is there something uncomfortable? Hm? It seems there’s something hard on the bottom…”
The girl’s body separated slightly from Luo Wusheng, and a hint of panic flashed across her beautiful face.

In her slightly swollen eyes, mist gathered, but suddenly, as if remembering something, she quickly wiped away the tears still swirling in her eyes, gently biting her lip.
“It’s okay! Wait here for a moment!”
Saying this, she got up from Luo Wusheng, took a few hurried steps, and left the broken temple.

Soon, the girl came back with a small bowl in her hands, making clattering sounds with her footsteps.
“Here, Luo Lang, take the medicine!”