To his surprise, three Pills were nestled in the furnace ash. Delight flashed in Jiang Yang's eyes, and he beckoned them into his hand.
He brushed the black ash from their surfaces, revealing the pills in full. They were round and plump, pale white in color, with three arcane patterns encircling each one.
He held them in his palm and sniffed closely. Perhaps they had been exposed for too long, or perhaps this was simply how they were, but he detected no medicinal fragrance.
I'll put them away for now. Once I'm outside, I can find someone to identify them and see what kind of Pills they are...
Just as words could not be spoken carelessly, Pills could not be swallowed recklessly. Until he understood their effects, Jiang Yang would never rashly take them.
When it came to alchemy, Jiang Yang was practically illiterate. Sovereign, minister, and assistant ingredients, water-and-fire refinement—without anyone to teach him, it all looked like a heavenly script.
Taking out an empty jade bottle, he stored the Pills inside, then turned to the cabinets behind him.
The first cabinet held a jade medicine pestle. Fine strands of cinnabar tangled with dust clung to its head. Jiang Yang reached out and grasped it, but found nothing special about it beyond how comfortable it felt in his hand.
After some thought, Jiang Yang took it anyway. Even if it was nothing valuable, what if he needed it someday? He had picked it up for free, after all.
Buoyed by the joy of his finds, Jiang Yang happily continued rummaging through the cabinets.
Before long, he had emptied every small cabinet along one wall, leaving not even the nooks and crannies untouched. Yet after sweeping them with his spirit sense, he had gathered only four jade bottles.
Jiang Yang