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

In the room illuminated by moonlight, the evening breeze was blowing the curtains, the shadows on the floor swaying and changing from bright to dark like the unsettled thoughts in Rexasor's mind.


"Who are you?" Rexasor asked the soul interrogation, he had several guesses in his mind, but none of them were certain.


"You almost tracked me down, Demon Hunting Master."


The voice of the faceless person came through the alchemical device at the throat, ethereal and cold, just like an unpredictable mastermind:


"On Ring Island, we had a scuffle. You and the Holy Pattern Department joined forces to deal with me, but I still managed to take Huli and Rena away right under your noses."


The faceless person casually lifted his hand, flicked the gap of his little finger nail with the tip of his thumb, and was indifferent to Rexasor, who was holding the Blood Demon Spell sword tightly, ready to cast spells at any time:


Chapter 66 Faceless Person