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

The bone dagger and the steel fist guard touched each other several times within dozens of seconds, their crisp collision sound echoing throughout the venue.


The muscle man Ogu's performance was compliant with the norm.


But the attack method of Fabien was somewhat bizarre.


His bones were often bending and stretching against nature.


It seemed that he was facing Ogu frontally, but every time his bone dagger was about to hit the steel fist guard, his right arm would abruptly bend at an angle and lengthen for several centimeters, stabbing his dagger to Ogu's waist, crotch, and other vital parts instead.


Observing the match from the viewpoint of his no.1 servant on the ceiling, Xia Zhou was contemplating his countermeasure against this type of offensive. Completely dodging it was hardly possible, he could only rely on the high recovery speed and armor to resist... Meanwhile, he would weaken the enemy with the Slow Curse and look for a chance to counter-attack.


Chapter 2: Silent Water Town