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He left her to save her. Now he’s back—with power, secrets, and a daughter he never knew.

Zayden Wu was just a broke man with nothing to offer—except love.
So he walked away from Aria Feng, the only woman who ever truly believed in him, hoping she'd find happiness with someone who could give her the life she deserved.

But fate had other plans.

Betrayed during a deadly mission as a soldier, Zayden was left for dead in a remote jungle—only to stumble into a portal to another world. A realm of cultivation, sects, and deadly power struggles.
There, he became something no one in the modern world would believe: a cultivator forged in war and survival.

Three years later, he's returned to the world he once knew.

What awaits him?

A daughter with his eyes.
An ex-lover barely surviving.
A new partner who followed him back from the other world.
And enemies—both old and new—watching from the shadows.

Now, torn between choice and two worlds, Zayden must choose:
Rebuild the life he lost... or protect the future he’s only just begun.

Dao Dad Return

No warning. No flourish. Just a flicker of motion—and then a spear of pure Qi tore across the clearing like a bolt of lightning.

Her blade shimmered as it carved upward, catching the energy with impossible timing. The air cracked. Sparks flew. Trees bent away from the force.

Zayden hit the ground, the impact jarring his injured side. He groaned, teeth clenched, watching through a haze of pain.

Yue Lian danced forward. Not walked. Danced. Her movements blurred—elegant, terrifying. Her robes fluttered like wings as she slashed in a wide arc. The ground rippled where her blade passed.

The hunter raised a ward with one hand—light flared—and blocked it.

A surge of black Qi burst from his palm like a tidal wave, shrieking and twisting like a living thing.

Yue Lian spun aside, barely avoiding it. Her blade struck the earth, drawing a glowing sigil. The wave split on impact, diverted just inches from where Zayden lay.

She turned slightly, breath steady. "Stay down."

"Wasn't planning on joining," Zayden muttered.

The hunter growled—low, animalistic. He charged, blades flashing from both sleeves, cutting arcs of death through the air.

Steel rang against steel. Sparks burst with every clash. Each blow shook the clearing.

Zayden watched, stunned. She was outnumbered by speed and brute power, but she never faltered. She flowed like water, struck like lightning. Her blade sang.

But the masked one was relentless.

A punch landed. Yue Lian stumbled back, blood trailing from her lip.

"No!" Zayden tried to rise—but his legs gave out beneath him.

The hunter raised both hands. Twin spears of Qi formed—dark, jagged, meant to kill.

Blood sprayed into the air, catching the firelight like rubies.

The hunter gasped. Wavered. Then dropped to one knee.

Yue Lian stood over him, sword to his throat. Her chest rose and fell. Her hand didn't tremble.

The hunter said nothing. But behind the mask, his eyes burned with hatred.

Silence fell again—punctuated only by the soft sound of her breathing.

Yue Lian lowered her sword, then walked back to Zayden. She knelt beside him, her gaze unreadable.

"Barely," he rasped. "Did… did you just teleport?"

He looked up from where he sat, legs folded awkwardly beneath him, the dirt cool and damp against his palms. His body still ached, muscles sluggish, but the urgency in her eyes cut through the haze.

Her grip was warm. Strong. Steady.

With a firm but careful pull, she helped him rise—slowly, so his injuries wouldn't flare. He staggered slightly, but she didn't let go.

Just like everything else about her—quiet strength wrapped in grace.

Preying Upon