"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...
But there was no time to gloat. The Brutes were still coming, and I could feel the presence of something more—something darker and far more dangerous. My eyes darted toward the horizon, where the massive form of a Black Rakshasa loomed. It was larger than the others, its body crackling with energy, and I knew it was the leader—the mastermind behind this assault. And not just any leader—it was a Golden-Capped Black Noble.
From what I understood of the battle raging in the skies above, Nobles could evolve once more, and this creature was the second evolution of a Black Rakshasa. The one I had killed with my own hands, the one I had ripped its head and spine out of at the cost of almost dooming myself, was nothing but a normal Noble. This one, however, was in a league of its own, a higher status, and clearly far more powerful.
"Of course," I muttered, tightening my grip on the spear. "It wouldn't be a real fight without a proper challenge."