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?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
