Cultivation: the Rise of a Live-In Son-In-Law - Chapter 230 - 228: I Await You at the Red Cloud Sect! Saintess Xihua and Hidden Spirit Arrive Together in the Northern Territory

– Question: “What is scarier than the personal experience of transmigrating into a horror movie?”

Anonymous: “Transmigrating into a movie you’ve never seen before.”

– “Poor comment! There’s nothing scary about that!”

Anonymous reply: “You sure? Can you be sure your dad isn’t a murderer? Can you be certain your spouse isn’t out to kill you for insurance money? Can you even be certain there isn’t any hidden lethal weapon in your son’s lunchbox? The scariest thing is that you have never seen this movie before so, you have absolutely no idea of any ‘surprise’ that awaits you ahead!”

Hence, this novel is also called .

A line to sum it up: The female lead transmigrates into various movie adaptations of real stories, and conquers the audience.

- Description from Novelupdates

The young president, Yu Shu, is vigorous and unsmiling. The outside world commented that she is a high-altitude flower that can be seen from afar but not to be played. Prejudice.
At first, she hated Zhao Qingying, just because this woman delayed her brother’s study, and later, it was because… she was too profligate.
Xiaolang’s hooves should be cured!
Later, really fragrant——
One day, my younger brother saw his idol sitting in his living room, and said pleasantly, “Brother Ying, why are you here?!”
Yu Shu said meaningfully: “Well, it’s indeed a big wedding.”

Zhao Qingying’s flourishing beauty is the center of the topic, the darling of the media and the favorite of the paparazzi, and there will never be a shortage of gossip targets around her. One day, she was interviewed.
Host: “The boss of the hotel is dating you, is it true?”
Zhao Qingying: “My brother.”
Host: “The financial tycoon is rumored to be your benefactor, is the news reliable?”
Zhao Qingying: “My father.”
The host asked weakly: “Then Yu Shu, who has been in frequent contact with you recently, who are you?”
Zhao Qingying looked at the camera, her eyebrows and eyes curved: “My wife.”

The cold president who is obsessed with making money from games X the big star who only cares about teasing girls

[Don’t ask, it’s sweet to ask! 】
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- Description from novelbuddy

Su Luo finds himself reborn in the 2013 World Youth Championship, gifted with an extraordinary talent: the Da Luo template, guaranteeing 100% scoring accuracy with every shot!Dominating the tournament and leading the national youth team to the finals, Su Luo's triumph is cut short when he's expelled from the national team for visiting a nightclub. Defiant, Su Luo embraces his rebellious streak, discovering that each nightclub visit awakens new, legendary football skills.[One nightclub visit: Unlocks the Harland template, with unbeatable physical confrontations.][Five nightclub visits: Unlocks the Modric template, ensuring a 100% pass success rate.][Ten nightclub visits: Unlocks the Messi template, perfecting his game to a 100% success rate.]Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, Barcelona, Manchester City, and other football giants fall to their knees before the “Little Prince of the Nightclub.”Guardiola: “Su Luo is top ten in the world when he plays by the rules, but number one when he frequents nightclubs!”Klopp: “Su Luo was seen picking up girls in a nightclub last night? This match is as good as lost.”Wenger: “Come to Arsenal, and you can visit nightclubs every day.”Celebrities like Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johansson, and ElizabethOlsen can't resist his charm: “After last night, he's even stronger!”Desperate, the national team begs for his return: “Su Luo, please come back. We won't restrict you anymore!”Witness the rise of Su Luo, as his nightlife adventures transform him into an unstoppable football legend, reshaping the world of soccer with every visit to the club.Disclaimer: This is Translation

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.”