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

Half an hour later, Xia Zhou, transformed into an air cloud, was hiding in the tree canopy, looking down at the wooden house.


A slight and dense sound of footsteps echoed through the forest.


Mars walked solemnly at the front of the group, holding a thick vine staff in his hand.


At his side, was a towering soldier clad in a matte armor, with a thick beard extending from his chin to his grey chestplate.


This soldier seemed to be of some age, his face marked with wrinkles and scars. But his eyes were bright and expressive, his stoic expression filled the surrounding air with a heavy, serious ambiance.


Mars stopped with the group about ten meters away from the wooden house.


He tapped his staff in the direction of the wooden house, sending out an invisible wave from the end of the staff, which spread across the grass towards the wooden house.


"Captain Warwick." Mars lowered his voice, turning his head to the towering figure beside him.


Chapter 20: Surrender, Don't Kill