"Sword."
Ye Chuan examined the blade radiating with violet light, its eerie purple aura causing the surrounding air to ripple.
This is a good one.
Just as he muttered those words and reached to store it in his backpack's spatial inventory, a force of resistance surged from the weapon. It trembled before abruptly levitating into the air.
"It moved?" Niya said.
"Hummm—" A pulse of violet light erupted as the sword plunged into the ground. A domineering aura instantly expanded into a domain, pressing Niya down with crushing force.
"My body… I can't move." Niya struggled to hold herself up, but when she looked up, she noticed Ye Chuan standing beside her, completely unaffected—as if nothing had happened.
"You're fine?"
"Of course. Git gud." Ye Chuan flashed a grin, teeth gleaming white.
In the next instant, he flickered beside the sword and reached for its hilt.
The moment his fingers neared it, the blade transformed into a streak of light, darting away before hovering beside Niya. Countless rays of energy surged from the sword, flooding into her body.
"Ah…" Niya's consciousness seemed hijacked—her pupils darkened into a deep violet-black.
Expressionless, she rose to her feet and pulled the sword from the ground.
"Mind control?" Before Ye Chuan could react, Niya swung casually. A crescent of violet sword energy slashed toward him!
Ye Chuan vanished from sight.
The energy struck a stone pillar behind him, leaving a deep gash before the entire structure collapsed into rubble.
As Ye Chuan glanced back, seven or eight more sword arcs came sweeping at him.
"Ting." A crisp metallic ring echoed as he drew his own blade, deflecting the attacks. The impact sent him skidding back several steps.
"Damn, you pack a punch."
Done playing around, Ye Chuan flicked a finger. "Go."
His spectral clones swarmed in from all sides. Though Niya cut down a few, the sheer number overwhelmed her, pinning her to the floor.
Della, meanwhile, cheerfully hammered away at the sword with her tiny mallet, rhythmic clangs ringing out like a blacksmith’s forge.
"Hummm—"
"BOOM!"
Enraged, the black sword erupted with a shockwave of energy. A pillar of violet-black light blasted upward, shattering the surrounding stone tiles.
Yet the clones remained unfazed, continuing to stomp and pummel the weapon relentlessly.
Synchronized with Ye Chuan’s Chaos energy, they were utterly immune to such attacks.
Gradually, the black sword could no longer endure. It tore free from Niya’s grip and shot into the air.
"Hmph, running?" Ye Chuan recalled his clones and prepared to pursue—
"Bilibili, Binding Magic!"
A glowing sphere materialized midair, latching onto the sword with chains that coiled around it in a tortoise-shell bind. The weapon struggled briefly before clattering to the ground.
"Huh?" Ye Chuan turned to see a gaunt old man in robes standing nearby, gripping an oversized staff.
"You too, old man?" Ye Chuan smirked. "Don’t tell me you’ve been spectating this whole time, you sly fox."
"Bullshit! I just got here!" Si Daofu glared.
If not for that brothel membership discount card Ye Chuan owed him, he’d have blasted the kid with a spell already.
"You know this thing?" Ye Chuan recalled Si Daofu had insisted on coming to the arena. Was this sword his real target?
"Worry about the girl first." Si Daofu pointed at Niya, now face-down on the floor.
After the clone beatdown, she wasn’t moving.
"She’s fine. Just napping."
"With a face full of bruises?"
"Relaxation massage. Deeper sleep." Ye Chuan tossed a healing spell her way before circling back. "You didn’t answer me."
"I owe you no explanation." Si Daofu’s expression darkened as he studied the black sword. "This isn’t something you can control. Wielding it will bring nothing but regret."
"Behold—the Demon Sword Beyana."
"I sensed its presence days ago. Never thought it’d actually be here…"
"Cool." Ye Chuan picked up the sword and gave it a few test swings. "Lightweight."
Si Daofu’s eyes nearly bulged out. "You idiot, I told you not to touch it!"
"Eh, no big deal." Ye Chuan shrugged. Energy attacks meant nothing to him. "It’s just a—"
Before he could finish, jagged black spikes erupted from the hilt, impaling his hand!
A surge of violet energy seeped into his veins through the wounds.
Instantly, Ye Chuan’s arm went limp. His expression blanked, eyes flooding with the same eerie purple.
"Possessed by the sword." Si Daofu groaned. No choice now—he had to subdue the kid first. "Bala-la, Gravity Field!"
His staff slammed down, multiplying the weight of the air tenfold.
"Serves you right, you mouthy brat." Yet the next moment, Si Daofu gaped as Ye Chuan strode forward unaffected, black sword in hand.
A flash of steel—Si Daofu’s beard was sheared clean off!
"Clang!" Blocking with his staff, Si Daofu broke into a cold sweat. "How?! My magic can’t suppress him?"
"Quickcast!" Buffing himself in a panic, he channeled energy through his staff. "Dispel Magic!"
The spell should’ve blasted Ye Chuan back. Instead, he stood unmoved—while Niya, still unconscious, went rolling across the floor like a kicked ball before face-planting.
"Still nothing?!" This defied all magical logic.
Ye Chuan’s foot connected next, sending Si Daofu flying.
The old man tumbled before catching himself with his staff. "Guh… A seventh-tier archmage, beaten by a punk." He rubbed his aching back.
"Fine. No holding back—GYAH!" Another kick cut him off mid-sentence.
Then, abruptly, Ye Chuan froze. He tilted the sword curiously.
"Huh. Was I just mind-controlled?"
Turning to Si Daofu—now sprawled on the ground—he feigned shock.
"Hey, old fox. You good?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
