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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...

Biako · Oriental
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907 Chs

Gathering Info

"Are you headed to the next Black Tower?" I asked.

"Yes, there is a tower in Zhao, it's not that far, it will take us a week to arrive there." The cultivator said, "But I can't waste more time, I'll have to increase my speed, otherwise I'll be waiting forever just to have a turn at taking the medal." He said and nodded.

Almost immediately, he shot forward with more Qi than I would care to spend and moved like a shooting star.

With my cultivation level, I could do nothing but helplessly see cultivators moving at incredible speeds. While entire sects used massive beasts to carry their disciples as they flew high above.

'Damn, shit is really serious.' I mumbled.

"Lord, do you wish to arrive at the city in haste?" spoke Y.

"That would be pretty helpful since if I'm late just getting a token will have me wait in line for days…" I said. "What do you have in mind?"