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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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909 Chs

Up To No Good

After another few rounds of pondering, prototyping, and a lot of brainstorming I created several hollowed bullets that placed poison pills within them and created inscribed bullets that would actually detonate a small piece of spirit stone that I fitted inside them on impact. It wasn't something huge, but if said explosion happens inside someone that has been shot, I'd only shudder at the aftermath. 

I sat down and resumed my cultivation. My cultivation level was far below what I needed to travel the desert and the Swamps of Balur. Not to mention entering the Seven Mountain Peaks.

My Qi rotated within me as I consumed more pills, and the lion deemed it wise not to stay where I cultivated due to the excessive poison Qi being released from my cultivation.

After a couple of days, I assaulted my bottleneck. This is where everything will change, the bottleneck of the Core Formation.