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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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776 Chs

Last Signal

I examined the floor and walls as much as I could without touching anything. I didn't even dare use Divine Sense even though it wouldn't have penetrated anywhere far enough for me to figure out the content of this building or structure we're in.

After all, one bad fuckup and we can become squashed meat. My puppet sacrificed itself for us after all.

"I cannot keep this contact for long, I'll keep an eye out however," the Darkest Sun said and soon withdrew from controlling the Fire Lord's mouth.

"Ugh, disgusting," the Fire Lord said.

Everyone including me felt a bit weirded out that the Fire Lord said that about his master. But I wasn't one to correct other people or delve too deep into their relationships.