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

The unfortunate Carles, who had just separated from the body of Soddyk Black Flag and was caught by Rexasor, was now undergoing alchemical transformation in a biological refining room of the Alchemical School.


Half a month ago, when the Grand Inquisition temporarily came to an end, Rexasor presided over a Dual Hall Meeting to discuss how to deal with Carles.


At the meeting, Xia Zhou, representing the Pureblood Mages, unusually took the stage.


He knew that the tyranny of many people was like a flood and a beast, and the greedy ones inside were like starving piranhas that would go mad at the smell of blood. Once they showed weakness, those coveting the power of the bloodline of Pureblood Mages would seize the opportunity to pounce mercilessly and firmly take their share.


Chapter 102: Spell