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

On December 28th, there were only two days left of the holiday.


Staying up until 4 a.m. several nights in a row, with intense physical training during the day, his current willpower and endurance weren't enough to keep up with this pace.


When he woke up at 9 in the morning, Xia Zhou smelled his own body odor and remembered that after he brought textbooks back from the Academy last night, he went straight to his study without bathing... He changed into his pajamas and went to bed...


An Ruer considerately left a clean set of clothes and a towel on the bedside table.


After Xia Zhou had bathed and was toweling his hair, An Ruer peeked her head out from behind the bathroom door, "We're going back to work in two days."


"Mmm." Xia Zhou gently rubbed her face, "I have to adjust my schedule. If I keep this up, I'll lose track of day and night."


An Ruer smiled, "As long as you understand. I'll go make you some milk."


Last night, he had spent half the night asking Rexasor for a break.


Chapter 18 Transcribing Demon Essence Alchemy