"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 elder's lined face twisted with a mix of annoyance and reluctant acknowledgment at my statement. Though he had reluctantly granted me that ring filled with Origin Qi stones as compensation, it was still a gesture for having crossed me. Yet now, they needed more from me, and this time, I wouldn't let them get away without paying the proper price. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, a small but telling sign of a man deep in thought, measuring his words carefully.
"I suppose," the elder began, a slight edge to his voice, "you've been trying to figure out a way to break down the Broodmother's defenses."
"Yes, that was the case," I said, turning to give a pointed glare at Don Ma, whose usually stoic demeanor faltered into a sheepish expression. "At least until I was rudely kidnapped."