White Cloud Steel was a large, wave-shaped chunk of stone. Only after it was refined would it become White Cloud Steel; for now, it was merely White Cloud Steel ore.
Wei Sheng was experienced. His flame immediately enveloped the White Cloud Steel ore, the temperature always kept within a certain range.
Zhang Lingshan carefully memorized that temperature.
After quite a while, at last, the excess impurities in the ore were all removed, and the White Cloud Steel melt reached sixty percent purity.
"Done. Not a bit more, not a bit less."
Wei Sheng said it with a chuckle, then sent it into the transfer groove on the right side of Zhang Lingshan's furnace.
"Brother Shan, I'm holding nothing back from you. With your ability, you should be able to earn quite a few more rewards, right?"
Wei Sheng said.
Zhang Lingshan smiled. "Don't worry. Brother Wei's benefits definitely won't be missing."
"Oh, now that's far too polite. Heh heh."
Wei Sheng was thick-skinned. Every day, he mooched one Immortal Spirit Pill off Zhang Lingshan, and he did not feel the slightest bit embarrassed about it.
After all, he had also passed on quite a bit of experience, had he not?
Just for passing on today's temperature-control experience, he was worth a little Immortal Spirit Pill.
With Brother Shan's skills, he had more Immortal Spirit Pills every day than he could finish eating. Giving him a little was a win-win.
Pfft!
In the distance, the sound of someone suddenly spitting blood rang out. It was that White-haired Old Man.
This man practically vomited blood every day and worked with extreme desperation. Zhang Lingshan had already grown used to it.
But today...
Wei Sheng suddenly let out a startled sound and said, "He actually succeeded!"
"Succeeded at what?"
Zhang Lingshan asked.
"When