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...
Sky Pearl
In the pouch of the Crimson robed Cultivator were many impressive things.
Bodhi roots, Dragon Grass extract, Fluoric Crimson Acid, a seventh-tier demonic creature horn, even some strange-looking weapons, and armors. These things looked far too high grade for that cultivator to have in his pouch. It seems that he managed to steal the treasury of an entire sect and escape with it, only to find doom at the Poison God's Cave. Even the pouch's size was massive and it had so many cultivation manuals. Most were trash, nothing comparable to the Poison God's Technique nor the Laughing Slaughtere's Sanguine Blade Arts.
But there was a single scroll that radiates golden light, it looked torn, an incomplete scroll of movement art. I read through it and found it wonderous, the technique to move one's body to make a person see not one but many clones of a person.
A golden Scripture, these things were amazing and rarer than Phonix's Feathers and Qilin horns.