"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...
Several more weeks went by in captivity within the planet. The group looked weakened, almost skin sticking to bones as they were deprived of Qi, water, and food. Many had died in these conditions but the four remained among several others.
"They're resilient, good, the general would like this livestock," one of the people supervising the camp spoke.
"Well, at least the general will be pleased this time, I heard the Fire Lord was really angry because of the last occupation," another replied.
"The walls have ears you idiot, don't mention the lord, otherwise you don't know what might happen to you, also that wasn't our fault, to begin with, it was the third army's mistake. I mean how come they even failed to fully close the formation and struggled too long against a planet in the barren domain," the first supervisor said.