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

High-intensity alchemical operations come at a cost, wearing one out both physically and mentally.


Xia Zhou placed three bottles of powder on the tray, and as he walked out of the advanced alchemy room, his face was slightly pale and his fingers and arms were trembling uncontrollably.


Kulov glanced at the tray out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrows twitching. He coughed lightly to feign composure:


"Ahem, well done, you've crafted three bottles of perfect quality poison refining powder. Go rest now."


"Tomorrow morning at 7, come directly here for class. If I'm not here, train by yourself in the advanced alchemy room."


"Yes, Professor. See you tomorrow." Xia Zhou went towards the door, staggering slightly.


The tutor is acting a bit strange tonight…


His head spun from exhaustion. He was too tired to ponder the reason behind his tutor's strange behavior, all he wanted was a good night's sleep.


Chapter 30: Night Talk in the Tower