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

An Ruer quietly murmured, her head lowered.


Xia Zhou, under the table, gently held her slightly cold hand, massaging it gently, "Don't worry, I'm here."


"Uh huh." An Ruer gave a forced smile, with worry evident in her eyes.


In the midst of chaos, Xia Zhou rapidly scanned the classroom. He noticed that more than a dozen classmates seemed calm. He let out a silent sigh of relief.


Apparently, the news about the score had already spread among the new students. But those who knew chose to keep it a secret, hence limiting its spread within a small group.


Bictris soothingly alleviated the restlessness among the students. Once the noises in the classroom had died down, he said:


"The exams will continue for 25 days, one exam each day, from 8 am in the morning until 5 pm in the evening.


Chapter 23 The First Mention of the Philosopher’s Stone