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...
Slave
Suddenly one of the cultivators was coming from up ahead, he then soon stopped in front of us blocking the way, a shrewd smile on his face, "Fellow cultivators, why not stay for a bit, you seem in an awful hurry to leave," he said.
This man was wearing a set of red robes and was hunched over, his face was uglier than mine when I was dipped into the Bone and Body Grinding poison.
Obviously, he was a poison cultivator from all the paleness on his body and the dark fingernails indicating he handles poisons on the daily.
"If you know we're in a hurry then you better step aside," said Fu Shen.
"Ah it would be a bit of a shame to let you guys go this fast," another cultivator spoke as he appeared behind us. Then soon two more came after.
"I guess I really should have killed that bastard," Fu Shen said sighing.
"It doesn't matter anymore, I guess these guys think we have some sort of treasure," I said.