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...
Poisonous Feast
I tried to stand up, tried was the magic word because everything hurt, I could even feel the growth of new muscle tissue and the soreness that followed it. I was unable to stand up unaided, and Wu Di came to my aid, he propped his shoulder under mine and helped me walk.
"Let me take you back to the inn, you need rest Shen Bao," Wu Di said as he glanced around, he had a wary look on his face as if afraid of someone attacking us.
"Why the long face?" I asked, "You look worried," I said as I looked at the rest of Wu Di's companions, "You all look worried." I added.
"Yes, now that you're a Core Formation Realm Cultivator, the Demon Kins are allowed to attack you on sight, you hereby entered the competition for the Lords Ranking.
"Oh, I believed it would be an arena-like tournament or something like that," I said.