"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...
I began writing some inscriptions on the grass blade, though the difference in experience was great, as the maker of this formation was far beyond my current level, I'm a good student, and I could put two and two together, to make a small change to the overall function of the grass blade.
Though the maker of this formation had set the rules and laws of his formation, my slight change could alter the overall function of the grass blade.
Once I was done and felt satisfied with my work, I held the glowing piece of green grass blade in my hand, smiled then threw it forward.
I was sitting in the middle of the garden of this house, and everywhere were numerous formations erect to protect everything and anything, as I have said the maker of the formation was crazy enough to even inscribe large swaths of grass, but thankfully he didn't inscribe every blade of grass and was satisfied with just the corners of each garden.