Magic Sword

"You... you're okay?" Si Daofu was shocked to see Ye Chuan speak and scrambled to his feet despite the pain, "You weren’t controlled by Beiyana?"

"Nah, it’s a pretty obedient sword. Just needed a little discipline," Ye Chuan shrugged, glancing at the demonic blade in his hand.

Truthfully, he had felt the sword trying to manipulate him earlier, but a quick purge with chaotic energy had fixed that.

And no, it wasn’t because he was holding a grudge over the old man from the guild casting a silence spell on him.

This was purely the sword’s own initiative.

"Wait, why are you hurt?" Ye Chuan frowned at Si Daofu. "Aren’t you a seventh-tier grand mage? A Magic Tower elder?"

Si Daofu’s face flushed red, and he stammered for a few seconds before muttering,

"Fell. Has nothing to do with you."

"Suuure." Ye Chuan couldn’t be bothered to press further and instead turned his attention to the sword in his hand.

[Item: Demonic Sword BeiyanaDark Gold

Legendary Weapon

A blade inhabited by a sword spirit, capable of severing souls. Continuously drains the wielder’s mana until death.]

Ye Chuan tilted his head slightly, noticing the sword was indeed siphoning his mana—visible streams of energy flowing along its engraved patterns.

"You’re really fine?" Si Daofu’s expression turned strange as he scrutinized the sword, his face darkening once he confirmed its identity.

"That’s definitely it. No mistake."

"Cool, I’m keeping it," Ye Chuan said.

"No! A weapon this dangerous must be confiscated by the Magic Tower!" Si Daofu immediately protested.

"Dangerous how?"

"It’s draining your mana right now—can’t you see?!" Si Daofu pointed at Ye Chuan’s hand, where wisps of mana were visibly being drawn out.

"What mana? You’re imagining things," Ye Chuan scoffed. "Besides, it told me it’s on its best behavior."

"It didn’t say anything?!"

"Exactly why I’m its master. You can’t even hear it."

This was also the first time he’d seen a Dark Gold-tier weapon—something bordering on legendary. No way he’d let it go.

As for the mana drain?

Tell that to my Infinite Mana Holy Grail.

Si Daofu was fuming. He considered forcibly seizing the sword, but the memory of Ye Chuan beating him up earlier made him hesitate.

"Fine. Take it if you can withstand one spell from me. Then I won’t say another word."

"You can talk all you want—it’s still mine."

"Hmph." Si Daofu snorted. "Magic: Spatial Step."

In an instant, his figure blurred and reappeared far away. He struck his staff against the ground.

"Celestial Star."

Magic circles erupted around him, converging into a ten-meter-wide sphere of light above. The sheer density of mana tore through the air itself.

Ye Chuan looked up, gauging the power of a seventh-tier mage—though he knew Si Daofu wasn’t going all out.

Still, pretty impressive.

"Kid, last chance!" Si Daofu’s eyes glowed with mana as he barked, "Drop the sword!"

"No."

"Fine. Have it your way." The colossal sphere locked onto Ye Chuan and plummeted.

Ye Chuan lazily swung a slash of sword energy, but it did nothing to halt the descent.

BOOM!

Light erupted on impact, the shockwave billowing Si Daofu’s robes.

"Don’t blame me," he muttered.

As the dust cleared, Ye Chuan remained standing, completely unharmed.

"You’re... unhurt?"

"Told you I’m immune to all magic," Ye Chuan said, looking bored. "Transcendent mage. Reincarnation of the God of Magic. Get it?"

"You—you—!"

Si Daofu stared, wondering if his recent... indulgences at the succubus den had weakened him.

"Just what tier are you?" he demanded.

"Ninth-tier grand mage." Ye Chuan clasped his hands behind his back, chin raised.

Si Daofu’s face went flat. "Bullshit."

Still, he was relieved. If they’d really fought, he’d have been kicked around like a ragdoll.

His reputation as a Magic Tower elder had to count for something.

At least this way, he saved face.

As baffling as Ye Chuan’s magic immunity was, the sword worried him more.

"If you insist on taking it, I won’t stop you. But I advise sealing it."

"Why?"

"Because it’s killed too many. It shouldn’t exist in this world." Si Daofu spoke as if he knew its history all too well.

"It was supposed to be sealed deep within an underground labyrinth, but by sheer coincidence, an adventurer triggered a teleportation trap and accidentally obtained it, then used a scroll to bring it out of the maze."

However, its rampage led to the slaughter of nearly everyone in the coliseum at the time.

"When we arrived at the scene, the demonic sword had already vanished. We assumed it had been taken away."

"But I had a feeling it was still in this town, so I decided to stay here for a while," Si Daofu said gravely.

"That’s why I’m in Yisu Town."

"Cut the crap. Isn’t it because of the succubus?" Ye Chuan scoffed.

"That’s one of the reasons!" Si Daofu’s beard trembled with irritation.

"Tch."

Ye Chuan couldn’t care less about whether it was out of control or not—if it was powerful, it was worth having.

After tossing the demonic sword into his backpack, he glanced at the old man staring at him expectantly. "What? You want a membership card or something?"

"Hmph. Keep that sword with you, and we’ll see how you die." Si Daofu rapped his staff against the ground and stormed off with a teleportation spell.

Once the old pervert was gone, Ye Chuan walked over to Niya, who was already awake but pretending to still be asleep.

"Hey." He nudged her with his foot.

"Still faking it? I’ll unscrew your bolts if you keep this up."

"You—!" Niya finally opened her eyes and stood up. "Don’t you know you shouldn’t say such rude things to a cute girl?"

"Meh." Ye Chuan shrugged. "But I was curious—why didn’t you even struggle back there? Like you didn’t care if you died."

"I don’t deserve to live," Niya said flatly.

"Oh?"

"Never mind." Niya lowered her gaze, then suddenly grabbed Ye Chuan’s sleeve. "Would you... listen to me talk about something?"