Si Daofu also did not expect that Ye Chuan was actually still alive. He immediately gave a cold snort. "To think you could survive after being corrupted by the demonic sword. You really are a tough guy to kill."
Saying that, Si Daofu sized Ye Chuan up and continued,
"I told you to throw the sword away, didn't I... If you don't listen to an elder's advice, you'll suffer the consequences right before your ey— what the hell, you still have this sword with you?!"
Seeing Ye Chuan pull out the demonic sword Beiyana, Si Daofu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"What's going on?! The demonic sword didn't completely corrupt you?" Si Daofu was dumbfounded. Watching Ye Chuan toy with the demonic sword in his hand, he felt as if his entire worldview had been shattered.
Not only that, but he felt that the demonic sword seemed to have grown stronger?
"Corrupt what? This is my treasure," Ye Chuan said.
Of course, he knew that the demonic sword Beiyana would continuously devour magical power, and when the magical power was exhausted, it would devour life force.
However—
The Holy Grail!
The Holy Grail's mana recovery rate far exceeded the demonic sword's consumption rate, so Ye Chuan could completely ignore the sword's side effects. Because of this, the demonic sword's quality was far beyond the Dark Gold tier.
"You, you... gained the demonic sword's acknowledgment?" Seeing that Ye Chuan was completely fine, Si Daofu narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with disbelief.
That had to be it.
If he had truly been corrupted by the demonic sword, how could he still have the energy to run over here and enjoy the services of succubi?
Si Daofu shook his head. "I've never heard of such a thing."
"Alright, you old pervert, stop being so dramatic. I'm going to get a massage." Ye Chuan waved his hand, not wanting to stand here and listen to the old geezer talk about the demonic sword.
"Hold on!"
"What is it?"
"Do you want to join the Magic Tower?" Si Daofu asked.
"Not interested," Ye Chuan said. "Are there any benefits to joining this organization?"
"You can enjoy all the magic of the Aether Continent! The number of spells the Magic Tower possesses far exceeds your imagination!" Si Daofu said.
Since Ye Chuan could actually conquer this demonic sword, Si Daofu saw his potential. In the future, he would definitely become a renowned figure on this continent.
"Is that so..." Ye Chuan still didn't seem very interested.
"If you give me some money, I might consider it."
Si Daofu's face instantly flushed red. Other mages would squeeze their heads bloody trying to get into the Magic Tower, yet this brat in front of him actually looked so disdainful!
Si Daofu was so angry that his beard trembled, but he still said, "Do you know the status of the Magic Tower on the Aether Continent?"
"Status..." Ye Chuan looked up and thought for a moment.
He really didn't have much interest in it.
Speaking of which, he indeed didn't know much about the Aether Continent. If it weren't for Lilith, he wouldn't even have gotten the chance to unlock Lilith's magical continent.
"The Magic Tower is an organization founded by a group of mages with noble ideals who wanted to maintain stability and order on this continent. It has gathered a large number of genius mages from all over the continent," Si Daofu said in a serious tone.
"It is an extremely important existence."
"Noble ideals... maintaining stability and order." Ye Chuan was expressionless, but his gaze landed on the fact that the other party was only wearing a pair of large boxer shorts, and he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing, I just thought of something funny." Ye Chuan said, almost pinching his voice to mock him.
"A regular customer of succubi with noble ideals, love, and peace, the old pervert Si Daofu!"
"You!!!!!!!!" Si Daofu's defenses were completely breached. With a face as red as a tomato, he clenched his fists.
"You little brat, today I'm going to teach you how to respect your elders!"
"Your magic is useless against me, you know," Ye Chuan said with a beaming smile.
"And you wouldn't want to get slashed by my demonic sword, would you?"
That single sentence cleared up Si Daofu's gaze considerably.
He immediately gave a cold snort, used magic to conjure a token, and tossed it into Ye Chuan's hand. "Go or don't go, it's up to you."
After saying that, he left in a huff with the succubus lady beside him.
"He's already so old, yet he still has such a big temper." Ye Chuan toyed with the token in his hand and found that it was a purple gemstone.
This was probably the identity token of the Magic Tower?
Although Ye Chuan didn't really understand, he could use his Inspect skill to check its information.
[Item: Secret Key of the Magic Tower
Holding this item allows you to find the location of the Magic Tower and accept the trial.]
"Seems alright, I'll keep it." Ye Chuan casually tossed the gemstone into his inventory. Anyway, it would come in handy sooner or later.
For the rest of the time, Ye Chuan ordered the best package at the succubus parlor and thoroughly relaxed.
...
...
By the time he returned to the manor, the sky had already turned dark.
Ye Chuan cracked his neck and walked down the corridor.
However, as if sensing something, Ye Chuan glanced back. Behind him, there seemed to be no one in sight.
But he still spoke up.
"Stop hiding. I'm talking to you, the one hiding behind the pillar."
Perhaps because Ye Chuan had accurately stated her position, the figure standing behind the pillar stepped out. She had striking long crimson hair and held a magic staff in her hand.
"How did you find me? I clearly concealed my magic power." Aurora spoke awkwardly, seemingly unwilling to meet Ye Chuan's gaze. She looked like someone who had been caught secretly doing something bad.
"Whether you conceal your magic power or not doesn't affect my ability to find you," Ye Chuan said.
"Oh."
"So, Miss Aurora, what business do you have with me so late at night?" As Ye Chuan spoke, he looked at his fingers again.
"Or could it be—"
"Who... who wants to do that kind of thing with you?!"
"I haven't even said anything yet."
Aurora was taken aback, her face instantly turning red. "I... I didn't mean it like that!"
"Oh?"
Seeing that Ye Chuan was truly infuriating, Aurora calmed herself down. "I want to talk to you."
"Can we?"
"That's not a problem." Ye Chuan looked around, and his gaze finally landed on a bench not far away. "Let's sit there."
"Okay."
The two walked over and sat down on the bench. The distance between them wasn't close, but Aurora seemed very nervous.
She also didn't have the short-tempered look she had yesterday.
"Go ahead, what is it?"
"I heard from Elara that you taught her the High-Speed Chanting magic," Aurora said. "Why do you know so many spells of different elements?"
"Are you prying into my secrets?" Ye Chuan smiled.
"I have no interest in prying into your secrets," Aurora turned her head away, but then changed the subject. "Are you from the Magic Tower?"
The Magic Tower again?
"No."
"Then have you heard of it?"
"Uh... I have."
Hearing that Ye Chuan was not from the Magic Tower, Aurora scooted a little closer and said solemnly.
"Since you know so many bizarre spells, you must be careful of the people from the Magic Tower. Those mages are all lunatics, and it's highly likely that they will target you."
Ye Chuan finally understood what Aurora meant. "Oh, I see... So you're worrying about me?"
"W-who cares about you! I was just worried Elara would lose her teacher, that's all." Aurora jumped up as if she had been electrocuted and ran off without a backward glance.
Ye Chuan watched her retreating figure as she fled clutching her staff, and simply shook his head.

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.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"