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Building a porcelain factory—if this were modern times, Shen Le would only have to say the word, and whether it was the Special Affairs Bureau or Mr. Zhao, the Porcelain Demon, they would rush to make it happen—
Machines, porcelain kilns, manpower—everything would be properly arranged. Shen Le would not need to say another word. Within a week, or half a month at most, it would all be in place.
Shen Le would only need to oversee the key stages, while experienced hands took care of everything else. After all, well... the porcelain swords they fired in the end would be installed on Cloud Kun, and when Cloud Kun finally put to sea, it would be carrying out missions for the country...
It was already considerate enough that Shen Le did not charge them for labor.
But this was ancient times. Never mind a porcelain factory—even the porcelain kiln before them had been slowly built up by Shen Le and his fellow disciples, bit by bit, with their own hands.
If he wanted machines, larger kilns, and higher output, he could only rack his brains and develop an immortal-art version of high-speed production.
"Virtuous Earth bears all; Yellow Peace obeys the edict!" Senior martial brother Ming Kun formed a sword seal with his fingers. Beneath the reed shelter, he paced swiftly back and forth in the pattern of the Seven Stars.
As his arms swept and his incantation seals flew, bag after bag of porcelain clay rose like white dragons, mixing with other materials and kneading into huge balls that rapidly shook up and down.
"True Water of Heaven One, Northern Emperor, open the source!" Martial Uncle Xuan Yin shouted. Misty vapor surged in from every direction and seeped into the clay balls.
Visible to the naked eye, the