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...
Beckoned
"You still remember," spoke the Black Merchant.
"Of course, no one would give a treasure like that brush for so little money, then disappear as if they had fulfilled their goal. You struck me as someone of interest, but I never would have figured out that you'd be someone from the Beyond," I said.
"Oh, how did you come to that conclusion?" he asked
"Your Qi, or lack of it," I said.
"I could be hiding it," he said.
"That would have been a good argument if I wasn't at the Emperor Level, and if you're able to hide it from me while I'm at the Emperor Rank, you're higher level than me. And thus you shouldn't be here…"
"I could be using a treasure, after all, I've given you a heavenly treasure before," he said.
"More reasons to think you're otherworldly, since the brush you've given me, the materials it's made of, I've yet to even encounter them," I said as I continued assembling the shattered fragments of the Keys.