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

Time passed in a flurry of daily classes and practical exercises, and every day was incredibly fulfilling.


After lunch, An Ruer had to go to Professor Zhuo Lang's blending oil course and hurried off to the alchemy area.


The midday sun directly hit the castle's dining terrace, creating a bright light curtain under the awning due to the shift in the light rays


Xia Zhou looked up at the cloudless sky, feeling a bit stuffy in his black robe.


He picked up a copy of "Starry Night Daily" from the restaurant bar, moved to a cooler corner, and enjoyed some rare alone time over the weekend sipping fragrant tea and flipping through the paper.


A figure approached and sat down opposite him.


Xia Zhou put down the paper and saw Mars with a smile on his face, "Yo~ busy man, why do you have time to chat with me today?"


Chapter 21: Pass Line (Re-uploaded)