MTL - Self-discipline, I’m Invincible - Chapter 44 The mutated 9 poisonous yin phosphorus python

Everyone knew that in the Dragon Region Continent, there were nine martial arts emperors that were the most famous. And Great Emperor Rebirth, who was in charge of reincarnation, was the most powerful out of the nine Great Emperor of the Martial Way.

In his previous life, the seven great emperors had joined forces to kill Jing Yunxiao. Between life and death, he entered his fifth reincarnation. Jing Yunxiao had thought that the last reincarnation would allow him to reach the Sovereign Realm and dominate the world. He never thought that his soul would enter the body of a disciple from a clan in Hundred Warring State. This youth called Jing Yunxiao, was fifteen years old this year, but his cultivation had been stagnant for five years. The change that happened ten years ago not only made Jing Yunxiao lose his parents, it also severely injured his grandfather. In the end, he was chased out of Palace of Wargod and landed in this remote Red Leaf Town.

However, since the heavens allowed Jing Yunxiao to live another life, then Jing Yunxiao would protect this family this time. He must find those people who betrayed him and seek justice.

☆About the Author☆

Bing Qiang is an excellent novelist who specializes in creating fantasy novels. He has three novels, including Peerless Divine Emperor, God Proud of Martial Arts and Martial Respected World.

- Description from Babelnovel

In a freak alchemy accident, the omnipotent Extreme Alchemist of his generation was bound to the continuous cycle of worldly existence. His fallen soul was reincarnated into the body of an ordinary young man named Fang Lin.

From then on, Fang Lin became the chaotic mess of an alchemy genius.

“You’re nothing but scraps before me. I am the almighty Extreme Alchemist! So, you’re a martial arts genius, huh? Come…Come. Come! Have a taste of the elixir made by the great master.”

The path of becoming an extreme alchemist was rough, bumpy and rugged, but at the end, the Mighty Cauldron awaited beyond the Nine Cauldrons!

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