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

"K .wari..ci." An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang in his ear. 


Xia Zhou shuddered, using the act of rubbing his face to conceal his irregularity, realizing that it was the high-ranking blood demon muttering. 


"K .wari... ci." The voice of the high-ranking blood demon was somewhat intermittent. 


"Damn the demon hunters! Damn the Holy Place guards! Damn the resident mages! Ah!! "


The high-ranking blood demon roared in his ear as if venting. 


Xia Zhou pretended to sleep on the desk, frowning at the other's screams. 


"Ah! Our ascension! Everything we have is over!" 


After speaking a lot about the ascension and howling for a while, the high-ranking blood demon's voice became low: 


"There's another way, Kwarici! We will sacrifice all of our minions.. and some of our own blood runes. You, be prepared. "


Xia Zhou buried his face in his arm, his complexion suddenly changed. 


Chapter 54: Blood Arrow