Si Daofu was thoroughly choked by Ye Chuan's remark. "I came here for a reason, of course."
Ye Chuan gave him a sidelong glance. "Oh, because of the succubi?"
"Y-you—how dare you slander me like that? I told you I was just there to temper my willpower!" Si Daofu's face flushed red as he glared at Ye Chuan, eyes practically spitting fire.
Then he started muttering something about ["What does a mage have to do with succubi?"] and ["Observing succubi doesn’t count as indulging—it’s mental training!"]...
"Wait, was I actually right?" Ye Chuan, seeing the old man’s flustered reaction, immediately caught on. "Seriously?"
"At your age, still into that stuff."
"And here I thought you wanted to discuss magic."
"Don’t tell me you spend all day 'discussing magic' with succubi?"
"Water-element magic, huh?"
"Can you even get it up?"
Ye Chuan’s words pierced Si Daofu’s heart like a volley of arrows, infuriating the old man so much that he raised his staff, ready to smack Ye Chuan over the head.
"Lord Si Daofu, please calm down." Seeing the old man on the verge of losing it, Eisien—well aware of the terror a seventh-tier archmage could unleash—quickly intervened.
"Calm down, we’re in the Adventurer’s Guild."
Si Daofu seemed to regain a sliver of composure. "Hmph! If it weren’t for the Guild’s reputation, I’d smash your skull in right now."
"Look at you, getting all worked up just 'cause I said you’re washed up." Ye Chuan smirked.
One sentence was all it took to send the old man back into a red-faced rage.
"Um, uh…" Eisien hurriedly motioned for Ye Chuan to shut up, noticing how wounded Si Daofu looked. She raised her voice in consolation,
"Even if Lord Si Daofu is… lacking as a man, you shouldn’t rub salt in the wound like that!"
Her words drew the attention of many in the Guild, all eyes eventually landing on Si Daofu.
Soon, laughter—bright and mocking—filled the Guild hall, inside and out.
"I’ve had enough!" Si Daofu couldn’t take it anymore. He raised his staff, preparing to cast a spell. Not that he’d use much force—just enough to teach this disrespectful brat a lesson.
"Marli-Marli, Silence Spell!"
A glowing orb shot straight at Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan didn’t dodge. The orb struck him—and was completely absorbed.
"Well? Cat got your tongue?" Si Daofu stroked his beard smugly.
"If you apologize now, I might consider lifting the spell."
Ye Chuan stared at him silently. A few seconds later, he spoke.
"Moron."
Si Daofu’s triumphant grin froze. He yanked at his own beard in shock. "Y-you—how are you still talking?!"
"Who knows?" Ye Chuan shrugged. "Trash-tier magic."
While Ye Chuan might tread carefully around that dragonkin guy, against this old mage? He went all out. This was his comfort zone.
"Marli-Marli, Silence Spell!" The old man, refusing to believe it, cast the spell again.
"Yeah, yeah. Marli-Marli-boom." Ye Chuan raised a foot as if to kick the old man but reconsidered—they didn’t have any real beef. Instead, he adopted a pitying look.
"Tsk. First your little guy doesn’t work, now your magic’s useless too."
"Y-you—!" Si Daofu clutched his chest, face pale as he staggered back.
"Faking it?!" Ye Chuan reached out to grab him—but the old man suddenly twisted his wrist with a sly grin.
"Marli-Marli, Silence Spell!"
This time, the spell erupted in a blinding flash at point-blank range.
"HAHAHAHA! Got you now, brat!" Si Daofu cackled triumphantly, his smirk widening when Ye Chuan stayed silent.
"Does this look like a seventh-tier archmage to you?" Ye Chuan asked Eisien behind the counter.
"Not at all," she admitted, shaking her head. In her eyes, Si Daofu had always been a dignified figure—this was the first time she’d seen him act like a clown.
Seeing Ye Chuan still unaffected, Si Daofu finally quieted down, scrutinizing him seriously.
"Why aren’t you affected? Do you have a curse-nullifying artifact?"
"Nope. I’m just built different—immune to all magic," Ye Chuan said.
"Pfft!" Si Daofu scoffed.
"I’ve lived two hundred years and read every book in the Mage Tower. Never heard of anyone immune to all magic. You’ve just got some anti-curse trinket on you. Don’t act all high and mighty."
Ye Chuan shrugged, done entertaining him.
Eisien, meanwhile, was stunned. Most people wouldn’t dare disrespect a seventh-tier archmage, yet Ye Chuan treated him like a joke.
Combined with his mysterious background, she couldn’t help but wonder—just how strong was he?
"I’m leaving." Ye Chuan tossed a card at Si Daofu. "Here. Gets you half off at the Succubus Den. Enjoy."
"Wha—I’m not some regular at those places!" Si Daofu protested—yet pocketed the card all the same.
Ye Chuan shrugged and walked out of the Adventurer’s Guild.
Not like it was a real discount card anyway—just some promotional flier.
He still had business at the coliseum, so after asking around, he headed to the so-called abandoned arena.
Evening had fallen by the time he arrived. The ruins stood before him, bathed in the dying light.
The setting sun cast long shadows over the crumbling walls, gilding the derelict coliseum in a melancholic glow. The grand archway had collapsed long ago, its bronze-inlaid frame now hollowed by vines.
On the broken lintel, half of a rusted emblem was barely recognizable.
"This is the coliseum? ‘Abandoned’ is an understatement—it’s practically collapsing." Ye Chuan surveyed the wreckage before flying inside.
The tiered stands resembled a beehive split by an axe, most of the stone steps collapsed into the ashen earth below.
Some pillars had snapped mid-shaft, their stumps jutting from the weeds like broken teeth. The gladiator reliefs carved into them had been weathered into vague outlines—one figure held a shattered spear, another lay curled on the ground, their robes choked with moss.
At the center, a thicket of thorns and vines choked the arena floor. The surrounding walls were veined with deep cracks.
Everything was in ruins.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
The moment Ye Chuan landed, a vaguely familiar voice spoke up.
He turned, surprised, and spotted a short-haired girl stepping from the shadows of a broken pillar, twirling a dagger in her fingers.
"Niya?" Recognizing her, Ye Chuan gave her a once-over. "What are you doing here?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
