Stealing The Yuri Protagonist Harem

Chapter 432: Chapter 431: The Uprising Begins

Chapter 431: The Uprising Begins

A vast space of dark violet stretched endlessly before him.

Dressed in black, Luo Wusheng stood in midair, his feet not touching the ground. With a casual flick of his wrist, he threw something aside—

—the severed head of a birdlike beast, its crown covered in purple feathers, tumbling endlessly into the unseen depths below.

"Whew~ good thing it was just a low-stage Nascent Soul bird Netherkin. Guess my luck’s not too bad today."

Muttering to himself, Luo Wusheng twirled the longsword in his hand—[Phantomless 2.0]—spinning it once to shake off the blood before slipping it back into his storage pouch.

Then, he drew out another object—the Demon Moon, the artifact belonging to the Netherkin race.

The seal binding the black flood dragon’s primordial spirit within it had already grown faint, flickers of ghostly light seeping from the cracks.

The Demon Sect Holy Saint sighed.

"Looks like... it’s still not strong enough to tear through the void and send me back to the Royal City. Or maybe that ability’s still under the Netherkins’ control?"

He frowned slightly.

"That’s possible. After all, it’s different from that Antediluvian Nether Eye that fell into my hands—the Netherkins left plenty of restrictions on this one. Not to mention the sealed primordial spirit of the black flood dragon itself. No matter how much fate binds me to this artifact, I can’t possibly refine it past those layers."

Even that Antediluvian Nether Eye, which he’d previously managed to refine partially, had been planted with contingencies by the Netherkin race—like that one goat Netherkin who once tried to use its inner space as an escape route.

’Let’s sort this out... My earlier guess wasn’t wrong. Once the seal weakens to this degree, it can indeed use the power of heavenly tribulation to tear open spatial channels...’

’The problem is, those aren’t exits to the outside world—they’re just gateways to other spaces.’

’And there’s no guarantee those spaces are deserted like that pale void I was in before. If I get unlucky... even a late-stage Nascent Soul opponent would be more than I could handle. Unless I go all out with Phantomless 2.0, at best I could only severely wound them.’

’Still, luck’s been on my side so far...’

"But if I can’t get out," he murmured, expression darkening, "then to protect the Empress Mortal Alter Ego—I’ll have to take some risks."

He exhaled slowly.

Having accidentally attended a secret council meeting of the Netherkin race invaders, Luo Wusheng had learned several unsettling details about the Netherkin race’s operation in this attack.

"Just as I feared... It’s the worst possible case. It’s all too well-targeted."

His eyes fell to the faintly glowing orb in his hand, brows furrowing.

"Either I break the black flood dragon’s seal entirely before the Netherkins act and escape this place to stop them... or I try my luck and find a way to delay things."

He snorted lightly.

"Speaking of luck—if only Little Yuli were here. Or at least if I could link to her message sword. My adorable good-luck charm could give me a blessing or two... then I wouldn’t feel quite this uneasy."

He trailed off mid-sentence.

His gaze froze on the eerie light pulsing from the orb.

"Tch... not giving me time, huh."

Clicking his tongue, Luo Wusheng’s expression hardened. Lightning flared across his right arm, and with a thunderous crack, a rift of azure light began to split open before him, torn apart by the power of thunder itself.

. . . .

It was the second day of the Human Immortal List.

The skies above the Royal City were dark and heavy with clouds.

"It’s gonna rain! Hurry, bring the clothes in!"

Children shouted as they ran through the streets, laughing and playing.

Yet despite the gloomy heavens, not a drop of rain fell. No thunder rolled—only that faint, stifling heaviness pressing on the air.

Even so, the Immortal Nation’s royal city was livelier than ever.

Not everyone had the privilege to witness the list battle in person, of course—but in a world so starved for entertainment, any grand spectacle was cause for the entire city to celebrate.

Street vendors made a killing, smiling from ear to ear as they sold food, trinkets, and charms by the thousands.

In this festive atmosphere, most citizens had already pushed aside the unease of the past few days.

Whatever fears they’d felt yesterday had faded after a night of peace. Their hearts settled once more—and all attention turned eagerly toward the ongoing Human Immortal List.

"—And just as that Daoist Sect’s Little Thunder King finished chanting, he unleashed his most practiced lightning technique. In an instant, thunder light burst forth—its power so immense that even the heavens and earth trembled in resonance! But guess what happened next?"

The storyteller in the teahouse paused dramatically, taking a sip of tea before raising his fan.

"With one move! The Demon Sect’s Holy Maiden countered with a single move! Her strike shattered all laws, split heaven and earth, and left her opponent with no path of retreat—he could only yield in defeat!"

His animated storytelling drew cheers and exclamations from the crowd.

Young men felt their blood boil with excitement, while the more experienced cultivators merely smiled and shook their heads.

Storytellers did love to embellish things. The contestants in the Human Immortal List might be geniuses, yes—but they were still only at the Foundation Establishment realm. Hardly worthy of such grand comparisons.

To the uninitiated, it almost sounded like he was talking about that infamous Holy Saint of the Demon Sect instead.

. . . .

Northern City District

A phantom light curtain shimmered before the Six Gate Bureau headquarters, revealing a vast and misty realm.

Through it, one could faintly see the Trial of Ascension Platform built of celestial jade, and the mountain peak where the Immortal Nation’s forces gathered.

If one looked closely, they could even glimpse, at the highest viewing platform, a young girl in imperial robes—sitting upon the dragon throne with the poise of a sovereign, resting her cheek upon her hand, a slender jade-white arm catching the light.

Inside a nearby pavilion, an officer wearing a feather-patterned mask frowned in confusion.

"Kirin, did Her Majesty truly recall the scabbard of the Human Emperor Sword?"

Night Crow glanced at his cool and quiet colleague, his tone thick with disbelief.

Kirin didn’t respond immediately. Her gaze was distant, lost in thought.

"Kirin?" Night Crow called again.

"...What is it?"

Finally pulled from her reverie, she looked over.

"I was asking—why would Her Majesty retrieve the scabbard?" Night Crow repeated helplessly. "The Human Emperor Sword can only be wielded by one bearing the Dragon’s Mandate. Her Majesty herself is still trapped in that other realm. If the Netherkin races make their move now, with neither sword nor scabbard for protection—how are we supposed to defend the people?"

"Her Majesty has her own plans," Kirin replied calmly.

Night Crow fell silent, feeling a twinge of frustration.

The emperor’s not anxious, but the eunuch is? he thought to himself—then immediately scoffed inwardly. Bah! I’m no eunuch!

He looked toward the heavy gray clouds above the capital, a deep unease rising in his chest.

"To be honest... I have a bad feeling about this."

"You’re right to," Kirin said softly, her eyes sharp as a blade.

"The Netherkin uprising... has begun."

Her words fell like a gust of icy wind, sending shivers down Night Crow’s spine. Beneath his mask, his pupils constricted sharply.

. . .

The Streets of the Capital

"...Feels a bit cold, doesn’t it?"

Someone muttered offhandedly.

With that one comment, several pedestrians shuddered involuntarily, clutching their clothes tighter. Their eyes lifted toward the gloomy sky.

Was it about to rain?

Many thought so. Some began pulling out their umbrellas, while others moved closer to the eaves of nearby buildings for shelter.

"Wait! Wh–what’s that?!"

A sudden shout drew every gaze upward.

A man was pointing at the sky, his voice trembling.

Following the direction of his finger, the crowd looked—and saw them.

Two figures stood suspended in the dark heavens.

One was a towering giant—nine feet tall, broad as a bear, his body covered in thick brown fur. He wore only rough beast-hide garments, and the sheer weight of his presence made those below instinctively tremble.

The other stood beside him in stark contrast.

Dressed in pale green robes, with delicate features and a jade-like complexion, they looked at first glance like a graceful man—but their beauty carried a subtle, almost feminine allure. Intricate peacock-feather patterns adorned their clothing, shimmering faintly in the dim light.

"Standing in the air above the capital? Are they... Nascent Soul cultivators?"

The murmurs of the crowd spread quickly.

"I’ll go prepare the Nether Formation," the one in green said with a faint smile, idly running a clawlike finger along their nails. "I’ll leave this side to you, Elder Xiong."

"Hmph."

The giant grunted, too proud to bother replying.

The green-robed figure waved a hand casually—

In the next instant, countless rifts tore open across heaven and earth.

What’s going on?!

That was the collective thought flashing through the minds of the citizens of the capital as they stared at the impossible sight before them. But before they could even process the question, their blood ran cold at the horror that followed.

From one of the rifts, a massive bestial claw stretched forth.

Then, from every single crack in the sky, emerged monstrous limbs and bodies—each bearing the twisted features of beasts.

"Kehkehkehkehkeh..."

"Foolish humans! Your Grandpa Niu has arrived! Today, every married woman in this royal city shall belong to the Bull Clan!"

"Ahh~ the taste of human flesh and blood—how long has it been since I’ve savored it..."

"Hisss... snakes! Snakes! More snakes!"

The gloomy sky turned pitch-black.

Demonic miasma surged, and the heavens filled with a frenzy of monsters.

"Ne–Netherkins... it’s the Netherkin race!"

Someone finally shouted, their voice trembling with pure terror.

The Netherkin race?

Why are there so many of them in the capital?!

No one had time to find an answer.

Panic swallowed every thought.

Screams. Trembling. Chaos.

The crowd broke and ran in every direction—without leadership, without hope of resistance.

"Die!"

A tiger-shaped Netherkin raised its claws.

Dark demonic power condensed in midair, forming an enormous spectral paw that came crashing down toward the fleeing crowd.

And it wasn’t alone. More and more Netherkins followed suit, their attacks raining down like a storm of destruction.

At the same time, dozens of figures flickered into the sky—cultivators unleashing surging spiritual energy in a desperate attempt to block the onslaught.

Yet the Netherkins, as if expecting this very response, only sneered.

Their auras flared even stronger. The timing was too late—even if the Immortal Nation’s experts managed to deflect the attacks, the aftershocks alone would slaughter countless innocents below.

But then, a swirl of cloud-like mist drifted out from the void, spreading protectively over the human side.

"ROAR!"

The towering giant that had stood still until now suddenly let out an earth-shaking bellow.

With that roar, the mist was ripped apart and dispersed completely.

At that exact moment—spiritual and nether energies collided head-on.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion split the sky.

Dust and shockwaves rippled through the air.

The Netherkins grinned, bloodlust flashing in their eyes.

They could already imagine the carnage below.

But when the dust finally settled, they froze.

Countless humans lay upon the ground, completely unharmed, their eyes dazed, but alive.

Their trembling ceased, the fear gripping their hearts was fading away.

Tiny motes of golden light shimmered over their bodies.

The old residents of the capital recognized it instantly.

That brilliance which banished fear, that warmth which shielded all beings...

"It’s Her Majesty! Her Majesty’s Human Emperor Sword!"

All eyes turned in unison—drawn by instinct, by faith, by the echo of that divine aura.

Beneath the light curtain that showed the distant, boundless realm, a young girl in imperial robes stood with dark-gold blade in hand, her crown gleaming, her presence regal and absolute.

"I’ve been waiting for you," she said softly—yet her words rolled across the land like thunder.

Golden light flowed within her phoenix-like eyes.

"Vermin of the Netherkin race."

The Human Emperor Sword lifted slightly.

And in that moment—golden radiance filled all of heaven and earth.

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