Gurgle gurgle gurgle...
In the crucible-shaped furnace, the silvery liquid continually bubbled and churned.
The Elementium Ore mixed with additives had practically taken on the texture of a drink.
Draped in her Golden Country Cloak, Jiang Han stared solemnly at the liquid in the furnace. Turning a non-magical mineral into a mana-infused ingot was an exceptionally dangerous undertaking. Out of a hundred mana ingots fired, ninety-nine often exploded! Naturally, she had put on the piece of equipment with the highest defense she owned.
"Progress is looking good..." Jiang Han muttered. At the same time, she made a gesture, and the crucible shards on the floor, along with the charred slag that had exploded before it could take shape, automatically gathered together, floated over the trash bin, and clattered inside.
This residue and scrap would be burned at near-solar temperatures into "Witch composites," then eventually sold to the worlds of the servant armies for use as construction materials. The price was not high, of course, but it was still a modest bit of income.
After her savings had gone through such wild rises and plunges, gains or losses of a few hundred or thousand dollars while exploring recipes no longer registered in Jiang Han's eyes. As long as she produced results, the by-products could be ignored, and so could the costs!
For example, those meteorite arrows Mom bought really were just "arrows" made of meteorite! 99.8% densely packed rock structure, 0.2% calcium... Jiang Han muttered to herself.
Carefully, she added a batch of refined minerals called Ectoplasmic Soul Ore into the furnace.
Every hundred grams of this mineral cost enough to challenge a Witch's bottom line—over two thousand dollars.
Fortunately, "Elementium Ore" was worthless in the eyes of Witches. Jiang Han knew her compatriots still had all sorts of flaws typical