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...
Insane
With one hand stuck, I could do nothing but watch as the corpse in front of me was preparing to strike at me with the other hand.
However, something strange happened. The bindings on the corpse seemed to suddenly shake upon my contact with the corpse.
They wiggled even if it was only for a second. I felt it, and the corpse felt it too.
I sent as much Qi to my arm as I could.
"STOP THAT!" roared Situ.
And I could do nothing but grin.
"You there, corpse. How about I help you get rid of those bindings," I said.
The corpse was clearly still being partially controlled by Situ, but that didn't mean I can't break this binding even if it could cost my life.
It was the same as trying to remove a thorn from a tiger's mouth. You don't know what the end result will be, will the tiger thank you? Or will it eat you afterward.