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...
THE S TEAM
I smiled, though the weight of the situation was hard to hide behind the gesture. "I really am not trying to exclude anyone. Believe me, I wish I could have all of you there. But let's face it—there's no telling if the First Born might wake up tomorrow and decide to wreak havoc again, forcing us to shift plans."
The Red Sun, never one to mince words, leaned forward, his eyes hard as molten embers. "Regardless," he began, his voice edged with stern practicality, "two Suns and a pseudo-Sun stage, plus you—that's not enough firepower to venture into a world where this thing's mother exists. It's reckless."