White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

In the alchemy room of the poison section.


Xia Zhou was operating the bellows at the alchemy platform, maintaining the temperature in the furnace. A turquoise liquid filled with tiny bubbles was boiling in the furnace, sending strands of green smoke into the air.


A few minutes later, the water evaporated almost completely, leaving a layer of crispy yellow-green crust on the pot's walls.


Using a sharpened shovel, he scraped off the crust, ground them into powder with a mortar, poured in a prepared potion, and mixed them as a base drug.


He added three drops of willow-green-fleshed liquid, the yellow-green potion turned into black.


Pull the rope loop of the bellows, the small fire turned into a medium one, and the area around the crucible started to heat up.


To the right of the furnace was a storage cabinet for raw materials. On its side, a rectangular wooden box was nailed.


Chapter 17: Visions and Light Spots