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

After meditating in the inn for six consecutive days, Xia Zhou finally received a message from Dim.


That evening, the sunset was as crimson as blood, its fiery glow hung on the horizon.


Xia Zhou awakened from meditation and habitually raised his left hand, then rolled over and sat up. After washing his face, he transformed into his air cloud form and drifted out of the window.


He floated towards the outskirts of the city, occasionally becoming human-shaped in the bushes, using his secret message ring to pinpoint Dim's location, before transforming into an air cloud and continuing his journey.


When the sun almost touched the horizon, Dim's carriage appeared on a small mountain path not far away.


Xia Zhou entered his carriage and returned to the human form, "I'm here, Dim. I almost didn't make it in time. Luckily, I've been reducing my meditation time recently."


Chapter 37 [Justice Cannon Strike]