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

Rexasor glanced at Xia Zhou, who was staring at the teleportation array, and knew what he was thinking.


He put his hands on his waist and explained earnestly,


"The Ancient Sea Fortress of the Demon Hunting Sect is built in a minor plane known as Gray Corner. This is an exclusive transit plane for the Demon Hunting Sect. Before the Thunder Sea Plane was discovered, it was used as a backup transit plane."


Rexasor pressed a button on the control panel and a sofa chair appeared.


"Let's sit and talk. Serites is resting, it will be at least half an hour before he comes out of the teleportation array." Rexasor sat on the chair and pulled out a bottle of fruit wine from his pocket and started drinking.


"Bone pouches, they're related to the Flesh and Blood Alchemy mastered by the Demon Church. I can't go into too much detail, I can only highlight the important parts."


Chapter 119: A Heavy Topic