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

When Xia Zhou entered Kresito's office, it was 1 p.m. local time in the Silver Moon Federation.


He had spent nearly five hours with the veteran Pureblood Mage.


Now, when he returned to the Silver Moon Federation, he found that only about 2 minutes had passed according to the wall clock.


Xia Zhou pulled out his pocket watch and adjusted the time to match the wall clock.


He used Bloodline Sensing to contact An Ruer, confirming that she was still at work, and then took the elevator to the floor of the 17th Action Team.


Xia Zhou still held the position of assistant in the 17th Action Team.


However, he has been too busy with the ocean work group lately to have had time to visit.


With his Spirit Body piglet in his arms, Lancelot stood next to the doorway table, addressing the approaching figure:


"You're so busy, shuttling back and forth between Lumingtun and Poseidon. How come you have time to visit today?"


Chapter 83: Rarer than a Pureblood Mage