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...
Prison Break
The 'banquet' wasn't something to write home about. It was grand of course, especially with all the hype about it, but at the same time it looked pretty simple and it looked that way for a reason.
It was good and was probably to help socialize people, but reading the details of the next test I could understand the reason behind this.
The people in the banquet get to know each other better, socializing and making new connections. Since a lot of the participants here are usually from all over the universe.
The banquet was upheld in one of the largest mansions of the city, the gate itself was dozens of feet tall, not to mention the interior that looked like it could easily host an entire football field from my world.
A lot of tables were set up and cultivators had already arrived and were seated.
There was no commotion or the usual cliché bickering between cultivators who love these events for a dick size competition.