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 Twelve Paths
The Thunderbull carriage rode the skies with speed far surpassing anything I'd seen. It is still far from the speed it used to have when I first rode on it back at the Ancient Sect Memory trial. But this speed is far superior to even my own hoverboard.
The Thunderbull rode on the skies and into space away from the tribulation that was slowly dissipating and away from that nasty old man.
I've gotten my hand on one of the Poison God's Heritage books, and it seems that this one already had consumed another book.
Shi Situ, the Poison Cultivator had already killed another competitor and now I own four of the twelve books.
My own book, the Poison God's Heritage of Alchemy, immediately consumed the Poison God's Heritage of Death and another one that was included inside it.
The one included was the Poison God's Heritage of Law.
The moment my own book consumed the other, a new text revealed itself to me.
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Dear Disciple of Mine.