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

"Teacher, do the indigenous people of the west and central regions live in these large valleys?" Xia Zhou pointed to the mountainous region on the sand table and asked.


"They have migrated into the kingdom." Bictris circled a few hilly areas on the west side of the Storm Mountain Range, "I've settled them in these places. I kept some of their customs and social structure, gradually letting them adapt to life within the kingdom."


"So, are you saying the west and central regions are completely uninhabited now?" Xia Zhou asked.


"Yes, aside from the research teams appointed by the Outer Palace, there are no indigenous people left there." Bictris lightly tapped the mountainous area on the map, placing several flags with numeric codes, "In the past few years, the Outer Palace has sent a total of six research teams. Four of them are studying unique minerals and plants in the Western Continent within the mountainous region."


Chapter 4: Authority