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...
Crazy Plan
The Darkest Sun turned toward my projection, fury and disbelief flashing in his eyes. "Who are you to tell me what to do, Shen Bao?" His voice thundered through the communicator like a storm breaking the heavens. His anger was palpable, scorching like the solar flares of a star about to erupt.
My heart pounded, but I stood firm. This wasn't the time to mince words. "You damn fool!" I snapped, my own frustration bubbling over. Even as the words left my mouth, I knew the audacity it took to talk back to a Sun Stage cultivator like that, but the stakes were too high to be polite. "If you exile that thing into the Vast Expanse, do you know what will happen?! It will turn everything—everyone—into Rakshasa!"