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...
The Humble Dragon
"Ao!"
"En…ao"
"Shen Bao!"
My eye fluttered open as I looked up. Law's mug was up too close to mine.
I pushed him off and got up, "God that was awful," I said as I fought an urge to throw up.
"Sorry to help I guess," Law had a hurt expression on his face.
"Not you," I said as I popped a pill in my mouth to help against the nausea. "Using the Heaven Swapping Ring on that thing sucked me dry of all Qi, I haven't been this exhausted in years," I said as I slowly circulated some of my Qi making sure that the thunder high above wouldn't just kill me.
"No need to worry about the thunder and lightning anymore," Law said as he channeled his Qi in his hand manifesting it in an orb.
My heart almost dropped when I saw him do that for a second, but thankfully nothing happened.
"Seems like the Heavenly Dao has agreed to our stay here, perhaps it had seen how we fought against those fiends."