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...
Enraged
The Elder Zhong Chuzi and the younger-looking version of the same man, who I presumed to be Yan Chuzi rushed me with hatred in them never before seen.
The young cultivator who was not even ten years of age, snorted as he immediately teleported in front of me and blocked the Zhong Chuzi's palm strike.
While the muscular cultivator stood in front of Yan Chuzi's sword and blocked it with his own stone club.
The sword strike was strong enough to cause the club wielder to take a single step back, but at the same time sent Yan Chuzi reeling from the vibration of having some of the power of his attack reflected back on him.
"Hoho, that blow, was meant to kill. You're not holding your punches are you," spoke the muscular cultivator.
"Yei Man, why are you interfering?" spoke Elder Zhong.