Poison God's Heritage
"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Manuals
Once the palace was secured, cleaned up from the dead bodies, and everyone who worked there was fired, I had it all for myself. From Cao Ling's memories, I tried to find anyone fit to work here for the palace, but I was sorely disappointed, almost everyone avoided him if they were not straight-up hostile to him. He didn't have any friends or any people he bonded with, and the only one he ever cared for turned out to be a venomous little bitch.
Not that I care, in fact, its much better this way, having the whole palace to myself with no one to disturb me was by far the best thing that happened here.
Especially with everyone being called back in. The sect's dwindling cultivator numbers rapidly inflated as more disciples that were working shops or were on missions were called back.