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My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

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.)

White Barge Clear River · Eastern
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455 Chs

Chapter 69: Wild Hammer, Aurum, Golden Thistle Flower

Naioksate took half an hour to recount his and his father's experiences using the Urn.

Details such as how to select targets, swiftly and brutally crush the opponent's spirit-body, and control the main body and the avatar simultaneously, were all explained clearly.

It seemed he was sincere about defecting to the Holy Terrace.

"Very well, Naioksate. We are pleased with your cooperation," said the leader with an indifferent tone. Perhaps because the sound emitting device in his elemental puppet was limited, there was no tone of praise in his words.

"Now, tell us, is there any other Urn left in the Shaman Society?" the leader asked.

"This…" Naioksate hesitated.

"It seems there are." The leader took a few steps, "When the Shaman Society joined the Holy Terrace, you promised to hand over all tools and spells that could directly or indirectly interfere with others spirits. Now, you tell me there are more than one Urn in the Society."