It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor - Chapter 328: Young Master Captures Divine Beast With Bare Hands

After thousands of years of silence, the world of cultivation once again welcomed the golden age.

[Warning R18+ Mature Content]In her previous life, Aria was the devoted fiancée of Lucas, the golden boy of the entertainment industry. She gave him her resources, her fame, and her heart, only to be betrayed. He cheated on her with her “innocent”stepsister, Bella, stole her inheritance, and left her to die in a cold mental hospital.When Aria opens her eyes again, she is back in the hotel room on the night she was drugged and ruined.But this time, she doesn't run into the trap. Instead, she stumbles into the forbidden penthouse suite—and into the arms of Damien, the terrifying tycoon and Lucas's uncle who holds the entire city in his grasp.He is dangerous, ruthless, and plagued by a violent, agonizing nerve disorder that drives him to the brink of madness. No doctor can cure him... except Aria. Seeing a chance for the ultimate revenge, Aria suppresses her fear and presses her thumb against the lethal pressure point on his neck.“Mr. Damien, I can stop the pain. In exchange… marry me.”From rejected fiancée to the untouchable “Little Aunt,” Aria uses her new status and medical mastery to crush her enemies in the showbiz world, all while managing a contract marriage that is quickly becoming dangerously real.***Let's Connect:Instagram: dolly_.romaDiscord: DollyRoma#7887

Xin Yun, a sarcastic young man, traveled to an unknown world by chance, but lost his chance to become the strongest because of his obsession with women... or sex. In a collision of the powers of nine powerful men, an incredible thing happened. Xin Yun was reborn back to the time when he traveled to the Isekai world. A fantasy journey is about to begin... [The comic adapted from this novel is popular all over the world]

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”