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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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Within an upside-down mountain on a relatively empty planet where no laws of physics could be seen properly functioning was a man working religiously on a puppet trying his hardest to reverse engineer a simple yet most annoying formation that he had seen yet.

The old man was nothing if not stubborn and was adamant about understanding how a young man with practically not a fraction of this master's lifetime could come up with such ingenious ways to use these inscriptions. 

"Well, this is news," the attendant spoke as he went inside the shack where the old man was working.

The man jerked then spat to the side, "Damn it, don't you know how to knock?!" the old man said.

"The door was open, anyway, I think there is something that's currently happening that you might be interested in."

The old man extracted himself from the massive puppet and looked at the attendant with bored eyes, clearly telling him to hurry up because he wanted to go back to work.