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

Xia Zhou placed three perfectly crafted Dark Eye Poisons on the table.


"Any questions?" He saw the freshers shake their heads and continued, 


"Then go and craft your poisons. Each one of you has three chances to do so. Before evening classes end, we will conduct a poison test."


The new students approached the desk solemnly, carefully reading the poison formulas before going to collect their poison vials with their trays.


He was constantly observing the actions of the novices, especially when they were fiddling with the bellows. He would then go to the side and instruct together with Xia Zhou.


Due to their unfamiliarity with the alchemy platform, they didn't manage to control the fire in the stove well. During the evaporation of water, all three of them were a bit flustered, but luckily, they didn't make any significant mistakes.


The three novices were sitting on chairs.


Chapter 39: Innate Affinity