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 Faceless Person snapped his fingers:


"I understand full well that merely portraying the future won't be enough to earn your trust, so I'm going to put some skin in the game.


"Pureblood Mages hold a very awkward position in the Holy Place. The method you provide to grant longevity to the members of the Holy Place is gradually being replaced by the Alchemist Sect's research in creating bionic alchemic bodies. In time, aside from your innate longevity, you'll hardly have any unique abilities left."


"In terms of alchemical skills, you're no match for the alchemists who've turned themselves into half machines, half humans, and have installed cognitive enhancers."


"In terms of spell mastery, you're no match for the Tower Mages who thirst for more knowledge."


"In terms of numbers, Pureblood Mages, although long-lived, hardly procreate. Compared to the other branches of the Dual Hall Meeting, you're a minority within a minority."


Chapter 17 Trust and Transactions