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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
Classificações insuficientes
909 Chs

Arrival

You could see the veins on the Fire Cultivator's forehead pulsating from the utter rage at being trapped in this domain without being able to do anything.

But surprisingly the rage and wrath were no more when he took a single breath out and seemed to fully cool down.

"Ha, HA HAHAHAHAHAH!" he began laughing like a third-rate villain immediately after.

"I have to admit, you played your cards pretty well, if it was any other, you might have had them in the palms of your hands," he said.

I'm not going to indulge him with an answer, let him speak, the more he monologues the more time I gain.

"But, you made one fatal mistake," he said as his face snapped to my location.

Shivers ran down my spine, how the hell did he know where I was, everything from his perspective should be completely dark and black.

I was even using the Traceless Steps to make sure that my entire body is hidden along with my Qi.