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...
Punishment and Reward
After I finished planting a Soul Shackling Rod into the heaven stage cultivator's head, several intricate tattoos appeared all over his body. These tattoos spread rapidly, weaving across his skin, applying the sealing effects of the rod and rendering him unable to move or use his cultivation. Now, all he has is his almost infinite life, watching in horror as the world passes by ever so slowly, never ending. His eyes, once filled with pride and arrogance, now reflected pure dread and despair.
The same fate befell the others who accompanied him, with the sole exception of Dao Shen.
"Are you planning on killing them?" Tao Yang asked, her voice filled with curiosity, yet tinged with an undertone of dark excitement.
"No, that would be too easy of a way out for them," I replied, my voice cold and unwavering. "Automaton."