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...
I Did Not See That Coming...
After three days, I woke up reluctantly from my meditation.
You can never have enough rest in the face of an important day, especially if shit hits the fan, you could end up dead.
I shook my head and stood up, heading to the door where the Sect Master and Elder Wei, and elder Fu-Tian, were waiting.
This new elder, I never had a full interaction with him. He was not as old as elder Wei and looked slightly bulky even under the robes of the sect. He had a full beard and was bald with a large gash of a scar going from one side of his face to the other.
It gave him a feral look and seemed rather too 'Masculine' for him to treat it, it actually gave him an edgy good look.
"Elders," I nodded to the people outside.
"This is the brat that you said will help take down a half Saint Creature? Are you sure Sect Master," Elder Fu Tian said?