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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

Creation and Destruction

Not good, really, really not good. I never expected Dao Shen to drop as fast as that, but I can't blame him, with the poison designed to exhaust and weaken the Poison God cultivators, he couldn't muster any strength to fight back, and now I'm all that stands between this Sword Spirit and it obtaining all of the Poison God's books.

"Make it rain!" I called. And instantly, all of the hundred puppets of mine aimed and shot at the sword spirit.

Thousands of bullets fell upon the cultivator like a flooding rain. It brought me a second for me to act while he was slicing away at the bullets even faster than they came at him.

The instant I earned was enough for me to jump back, "Automaton," I called and a portal opened behind me sucking me inside the lord of lords pagoda.

In this place, I don't need to worry about fighting the Sword Spirit, but I have a big issue, I only bought myself time. 

"Lord…" the automaton said "What is happening?" he asked.