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...
The Hunt
"Calm down," I said, placing a firm but gentle hand on Tao Yang's trembling shoulder. Her body was rigid with anger, her golden eyes swirling with a mix of disbelief and fury. I could feel the storm raging within her—pain, betrayal, confusion—but I needed her to hold it together. The truth had cut deep, and she was teetering on the edge.
"I wish it were a lie," I continued softly, my voice carrying a weight that even I hadn't intended. "But it's the truth. Even I felt it when I was Soul Searching, something was missing."
Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, the fierceness in her eyes flickered. She wasn't just angry—she was devastated. The weight of history, the lies that had been twisted around her family's legacy, hung heavily on her, but there was no time for grief, no time for reflection. Not now.