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...
Recollection
A lot of random things happened that I didn't know the reason for, and passively being able to defeat a Soul Transformation cultivator without me even realizing was one of these random things that I couldn't explain yet. I'll need to understand more later.
"So, what are you two going to do now?" I asked mocking the two, but at the same time feigning bravado. Because honestly, whatever happened earlier, left me, utterly, completely, and perfectly out of any ounce of Poison Qi, I was barely standing and using every ounce of my energy to stop my hands from shaking.
The two of them were in a situation that they never expected to happen, not that I did. Their sect master was killed before they knew it, and the reason for their aggression became far too insignificant when pitted against their lives.