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 old carriage twisted and turned its way up a rugged mountain road.


When the carriage got close to the village, it slowed down and turned into the forest.


The forest became denser and the carriage gradually had difficulty moving. The mercenary acting as the coachman pulled the reins and stopped the carriage among the trees.


Four mercenaries got off the carriage, searching the surroundings.


"Hey, guys, come and see!" The short-haired mercenary waved his arms in the direction of the carriage.


The short-haired mercenary pointed to the trunk of a tree, "Look, there's a line of characters here. Jia Shi, can you tell what it says?"


The short and thin Jia Shi came forward, squatting down to examine the slanted text carved low on the tree trunk.


Chapter 18: Covert Deals