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

Upon entering the hall, Helenberg felt Xia Zhou's gaze, greeted him with a nod, and then went to sit in the front row long seat.


The seating order in the hall is arranged according to alchemy qualifications.


Alchemy Masters of the Outer Palace like Adanavados were seated in the very front row.


Helenberg's seat is in the second row from the front, second only to the Outer Palace Masters.


Thanks to the special position of Toxicology Alchemy, those who had recently become Master Level Alchemists, like Xia Zhou, could also participate in the meeting.


He sat in the last row, surrounded by relatively young Poison Alchemists.


While observing the exquisite reliefs on the walls of the hall, Xia Zhou unleashed a Detection Spell on each of his colleagues. Their Earth Element resistance stood out, the other three elements were relatively weak, and their will and vitality attribute value were second only to spirit, fitting the standard template of a Poison Alchemist.


Chapter 63: Large-scale Alchemy Bionic Body Research and Development Project