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...
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Surge after surge of energy shot toward me as I fought tooth skin, flesh, bone and nail to fend off the incoming destruction. With every ounce of power I had, I fought back against the bolts of destructive lightning and sent blows of my own.
It was a dance, a tragic one, full of fury, anger and wrath, but at the same time, struggle and resistance themed it with a dark tone of hope.
It was a fight that I was forced in, and had to take, since I've gained more than what any should ever do, and I was supposed to pay for this encounter with my life if found wanting or inadequate, and inadequate I am not.
Thus I threw in the full force of my body.
"LAW!" I called upon the teachings of the poison path, cemented by a century of study and practice.