"Could you perform alchemy?"
"I could not, but I could help Master perform alchemy. I could help Master control the fire!" Golden Crow said.
Yang Zhengshan realized.
Golden Crow added, "Master, there is still a lot of trash inside the furnace. Should it be cleared out?"
"Trash? What trash?"
"Some pills and spirit medicines from before, but all their spiritual power has drained away," Golden Crow said.
Yang Zhengshan's eyes lit up. Was this the inheritance left behind by that True Lord Shengyang?
"Bring it out and let me see!"
Golden Crow obediently opened the alchemy furnace, and then a pile of all sorts of messy things appeared in front of Yang Zhengshan, heaping up into a small mountain.
Yang Zhengshan looked at so many things and was first delighted, but then a trace of disappointment flashed across his face.
Though there were many things, not a single one was useful.
Golden Crow had said correctly. The spiritual power in these things had long since drained away completely.
The original pills and spirit medicines had already lost all their medicinal properties.
Ten thousand years was far too long. Spirit pills and spirit medicines simply could not be preserved for so long.
After his disappointment, Yang Zhengshan stepped forward and communicated with the alchemy furnace using his spiritual sense. He discovered that there was a very large space inside the alchemy furnace—not the space used for alchemy, but a storage space, meant for storing medicinal ingredients and pills.
It was empty inside. There was no longer anything there.
"Do you know any inheritances of the alchemy path?" Yang Zhengshan still asked unwilling to give up.
Golden Crow seemed to sense the expectation in Yang Zhengshan's eyes. After pondering for a moment, it said, "Master, I know how to refine one kind