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

Bright sunshine streamed through the windows on the ceiling, casting several square pillars of light on the smooth wooden floor.


This training room was where Xia Zhou had been when he first learned about the Academy's meditation method.


Bictris walked towards the training area in the middle of the room. Wherever she passed, the wall lamps lit up one after another.


A small batch of silver sand floated onto the glass window, shielding some of the sunlight to make the light in the training room more even, no longer as dazzling as before.


Bictris, her arms folded, said to the student next to her:


"Before we officially start the course in Spell Studies, let's first use an element with the [Floating] attribute to test whether you have a natural talent for spellcasting. Follow my instructions."


Bictris held up a finger in front of her:


Chapter 9: Spell Training (Two in One)