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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
902 Chs

Plan

I woke up a bit later on my bed, with the mother of all headaches deciding to pay me a friendly visit.

My head felt like it was a half-boiled egg, and whenever I moved my head or even rotate my eyes I'd feel racking pain.

I sat down with great difficulty and found elder Wei sitting on the stool next to my bed.

"Had me scared there for a second," he said.

"What happened," I said as I was holding the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger trying to massage it.

"You suddenly fell, I didn't know what to do, nor did anyone after all the only doctor we had…" the elder didn't finish his words, of course, he didn't need to, I was the cause of that man's death.

I sent a divine sense to scan myself and found the problem immediately.

"I seem to have over-tapped on my personal Qi reserves without realizing it," I said.

"That's… not possible, I mean, I never saw or felt you using Qi at all," he said.