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

A glow appeared on Kresito, her mage robe transformed into an off-the-shoulder long dress, jewelry decorations appeared on her fair shoulder blades, it seemed like this was her usual clothing.


"Let's sit and talk. I know you have many questions. We have plenty of time to chat." Kresito walked to a single-seater couch, smoothed out the hem of her dress at the waist, and sat down.


Xia Zhou cast a Detection Spell on her, intending to check the feedback information after leaving here, then he sat down on the sofa opposite hers.


The back of this sofa was leaned back; it was more comfortable to sit leaning on the back of the chair. If he sat upright, it would actually be quite uncomfortable. Xia Zhou chose to lean back in a relaxed manner, naturally placing his hands on the armrests.


Kresito looked at him, his ease amused her, and she smiled, "You're adapting quite quickly. Let's get to the point. Do you remember what you heard when you first got the Crimson Insignia?"


Chapter 45 Balance