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

In the three months following his return to the Academy from West City.


Xia Zhou's life was both hectic and orderly.


The most important task was to make poisons and fulfill orders.


The morning sun was a bit intense, it felt warm on him. Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow, bringing along a sense of freshness.


In the large square outside Starry Night Castle, there were several broad carriages parked.


The sturdy black pack horses stood quietly in place, occasionally snorting loudly to clear their nasal passages, their manes shiny and black, reflecting a ribbon-like glow in the sunlight.


The compartments of these carriages were made by bonding two layers of wood together, the surface covered with a layer of metal sheeting. The joining places of the wooden frames were further reinforced with many metal plates and rivets.


Chapter 25 Elemental Poison Toxicity