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

"Master, come take a look." Xia Zhou gestured to Baldhead.


Rexasor walked over, immediately captivated by the historical scene within the time-space container.


His head moved from side to side, scanning momentarily between the historic scene and the images recorded in the magic array, a grim expression becoming more defined on his face, "The alert array didn't pick up this guy..."


Rexasor pointed to the time-space container, "Check when he left the biological alchemy room."


Xia Zhou continued to inject non-attributed energy, pushing the historical scene to play according to the normal flow of time.


"Isn't that Leytunia?" Xia Zhou was startled, looking surprised as the man in the white cloak left the room, brushing past Leytunia as she opened the door.


Throughout the entire process, Leytunia, the Eternal Mage, was completely unresponsive to the passing cloak-man.


Chapter 2: The Scapegoat in Historical Scenery