MTL - Don’t Heal the Others - Chapter 547 Latent catastrophe

This story is about the romance that blossomed between a beautiful princess and several courtiers, told through the various positions they experienced together.

Su Jie transmigrated to a world of xianxia. He did not have a spirit root and his martial arts talent was average. However, he discovered that he possessed the Spirit Imprint talent. As long as he placed his spirit imprint, be it plant or animal, they would become his clones!

When his clones trained, Su Jie himself would benefit. He could easily master a martial arts technique to completion or even the Immortal Martial Artist Plane that surpassed all limits!

[Demon Ape Vajra Punch]: By cultivating the Demon Ape Body of Vajra, his body was impenetrable and his strength was unparalleled. He could topple mountains with his Body of Vajra!

[Heavenly Silkworm]: The Heavenly Silkworm metamorphosed and broke out of its cocoon to become a butterfly. It transcended life and death, so it was undying and indestructible

[Demonic Prana of Dragons and Elephants]: After awakening the Demonic Prana, a divine martial arts technique, his power would be boundless. The sky changed color at his command and he could crush both the heavens and the earth.

Not only did Su Jie cultivate martial arts to an unprecedented plane, but even all his clones also became existences that were feared and adored by the world.

Demon Ape King, Lord of the Bohai Sea, the World Tree…all of them were his clones.

Su Jie declared, “You might still have a chance to survive if you defy the heavens. But you will never get a chance to live if you defy me.”

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”