Fully Automated Alchemy Furnace

The thing Lin Xiaofan regretted most in his life was taking a job at a dangerous mine for three low-grade spirit stones.

Now he was buried deep underground, with shattered rocks pressing against his ribs until they felt ready to crack.

As he teetered on the brink of death, the battered incense burner passed down through his family suddenly glowed with an eerie red light.

“Ancestor, leaving me a leaky rice bowl was bad enough, but do you have to blind me with it as I’m dying?”

The red light swallowed the falling meteoric iron, and a cold metallic interface appeared on the battered burner.

[Automatic Alchemy Furnace starting...]

Lin Xiaofan grabbed some weeds and rubble and tossed them into the furnace.

“I’m going to die either way. Might as well see if this thing can cook me one last meal before I kick the bucket.”

The furnace hummed, shimmering with light, and ten smooth, jade-like fasting pills rolled into his palm.

Their fragrance instantly drove away the stench of the mine.

Clutching the pills, he muttered, “Three hundred years of alchemy knowledge... Looks like it’s been shattered even worse than this mine.”