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

During the extermination of the Frost Giant Dragons, the sudden emergence of a calamity-level Bone Pouch was only a mere interlude, without hindering the overall process of the dragon-slaughter.


The Holy Place was not aiming to completely eradicate Frost Giant Dragons, allowing the fledgling dragons to survive and flee into the snowy mountains. Long-term effective marking solutions had been cast on the fledgling dragons. Once they grew into full-fledged dragons, the Holy Place would once again send out teams to harvest them.


As the Mage Army slaughtered the fifth Frost Giant Dragon, the remaining four Frost Giant Dragons finally realized that their kind was being hunted down by the Holy Place.


Due to Xia Zhou's blockade of the giant dragons' blood kin sensing, the giant dragons that rushed to aid the fifth dragon had no idea that nearly 300 Holy Place Mages were waiting for them on the battlefield.


Chapter 121: Small Pipes Can Make a Big Difference