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...
Truth and Terror
The instant I released my pressure, the cultivators didn't even try to understand what was happening. Fear drove them; they turned and attempted to flee as if their lives depended on it—because they did.
"SIT. DOWN!" I bellowed, unleashing a considerable portion of my cultivation energy, letting it wash over them like a tidal wave. The force was inescapable, crushing them to the ground and forcing them onto their knees. Trembling and powerless, they shuddered as the weight of my power kept them pinned.
One of the more desperate ones fumbled at his holding bag, fingers trembling as he pulled out a jade token. Before I could even move, the Jade Dragon was already there. In a flash of movement, the cultivator's arm was severed cleanly, the jade slipping from his grip. The man screamed in agony as his arm hit the ground, blood spilling freely.