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

Xia Zhou and Mars are currently located halfway up a high tower, with the endless sky in front of them. About one or two hundred meters above their heads were the lowest layers of clouds. Looking down, a dense forest stretched from beneath their feet to the horizon.


The wind at high altitude was fierce and swift, but it turned into a gentle breeze when approaching the tower due to a faintly green magical barrier, which blocked it and let it pass through the walkway.


"Let me introduce you to the situation of the Outer Palace," Mars guided Xia Zhou as they continued upwards.


"We are now in the teaching area of the Outer Palace. Each region of the Holy Place is not in the same location and can only be reached by teleportation crystals. Usually, we won't have a chance to visit other areas."


Chapter 30: Robes and Alms Bowl