Tokyo Ghoul: Madara Template Strikes Back! - Chapter 114 - 111: The One-Eyed Owl?

Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals, Su Yu became a collateral child of an ordinary cultivating family, with nothing but handsomeness, mediocre cultivation talent, and mediocre life experience.

Fortunately, Su Yu brought the game proficiency panel he played in his previous life, ignoring all restrictions such as spiritual root comprehension, as long as he practiced from nine to five to accumulate proficiency, he could improve his strength.

If you live ten thousand years, you can become a fairy or a ancestor!

The Tianjiao of the Zongmen and the powerful ancestors are just passing away, only cultivating immortals… oh no, only the proficiency is eternal!

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The peerless Demon Lord had been reborn. He used a dragon blade to sweep away powerful enemies from every direction and traversed the entire city, attracting countless beauties.

She gave up her dream of shining on the ballerina stage —for him.She sacrificed her self-respect —for him.She forgot her true identity —for him.But even after all that, she couldn’t compare to the woman who held Ryan’s heart.Arwen Quinn, heiress of prestigious Quinn family, realized too late that no matter what she did, she would never win Ryan’s love. The future that awaited her was a life trapped in endless misery of a loveless marriage.So, decisively, she ends their relationship and walks away. What she didn’t expect was that in breaking free from Ryan, she had opened the door for Aiden to enter her life — a chance that he had been waiting for.Aiden Winslow, an enigmatic CEO isn’t just mysterious —he is determined, and won’t allow to take Arwen away from him again.____Excerpt:Aiden narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure about this?”“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked,” Arwen replied coolly. “Stop dawdling. If you’re unwilling, I’ll find someone else who can get the marriage certificates today.”His expression darkened as he pulled her close. “Once offered to me, it’s mine alone.”Unfazed, Arwen asked, “So, do you accept? If yes, we’ll get the certificates now.”“On one condition,” he said. “I don’t do contract marriages. The woman I marry will be the woman I share my bed with. If you agree, then we’ll—”“Not a problem. Let’s go,” Arwen said without letting him finish, pulling him into the Civil Marriage Bureau.

She is a descendant of an Ancient Chinese Aristocratic family. Having just transmigrated into a young lady’s body filled with aphrodisiacs, she had no choice but to pounce at a random man upon arrival.