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...
Invitation
Though the cauldron I got from Xi Song's holding bag was good, it was already contaminated with my poison Qi and I can't use it to create anything but poison pills.
"How about now, do you not need me to provide you with a cauldron of your own?" the emperor said to me through a telepathic message.
Man, I hate the fact that I can't use telepathic messaging, I'll need to be at least at Core Creating to have my own spiritual sea and access to divine sense.
I pulled my brush and wrote on a paper for the emperor's eyes only.
"I could use a Dragon Brass cauldron."
"Just that? I can get you some of the best cauldrons the empire has to offer, and you wish for a Dragon Brass cauldron? Heck if my little knowledge about alchemy could serve, that's on an even lower quality than Meteorite Steel cauldron."