"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 train-sized snake wasn't too keen on greetings and immediately dove at me, head first, fangs ready to gouge me whole in a best-case scenario, at least it would beat being chomped on and chewed to bits before turning to a gigantic cultivating serpent poop.
I urged my frail old body to dodge to the side, say I urged here because against mortals like back at the bandit's cave, I was strong and all-powerful, the disparity between a cultivator and a normal human being was vast, exactly as vast as this situation between me and the snake, where I was the mortal in question and the snake was the cultivator.