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

Praise the[Breeding Spore Capsule], praise the name of the spore incubated life!


In this unrestricted name field, the full events written by Xia Zhou were completely preserved.


However, knowing what happened is one thing, but recovering the memory of it is another.


After reading the small article he wrote, apart from the pain in Xia Zhou's head, he was still unable to recall the main viewpoint as a witness to the incident, and he could only roughly imagine his mental changes from the description in the article.


He considered this a step forward - basically, he cracked the memory block.


Xia Zhou composed himself, crimping the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked Baldhead who was walking ahead:


"Master, where are we going next? Are we going back to the secret base of the Fake Blood Mage Legion? After Carles was taken over by the Temple Army, will the Bloodline Research Group look for new test subjects?"


Chapter 8 - Decoding