Ancestor: My Descendants Have Terrible Aptitudes, So My Martial Arts Turned Dark

Talk about bad luck: I transmigrated into an old man's body, and I don't have many years left.

On top of that, I got a few step-grandchildren. Just like that, I'm a grandpa.

Being an old ancestor is hard.

"Ding."

The family's martial arts have decided to stop playing fair.

The family's martial arts have successfully gone dark: cultivation speed multiplied by 999.

The System delivers, the martial arts come through, and the grandkids are filial.

Grandpa's youth is back.

An enemy faction shows up?

Acting all arrogant and flashy?

No matter how arrogant and flashy they are, there's only one fate for anyone who messes with the old ancestor:

Feed them to the fish!

"You think you're tough? I'll stand right here. Hit me all you want!"

"Damn, every hit misses, and he has damage reflection too!"

The blurb doesn't do it justice. Read the story.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.