The Mithril ore Pan Long had traded strong liquor for weighed a little over a hundred pounds. The black ore, threaded with silvery-white veins, was not very dense, so the whole lot took up a fair amount of space.
Judging by volume alone, there was enough to forge several blades. But the Mithril was actually the silvery-white veins inside the ore, making it hard to estimate how much he had.
Pan Long had no idea how much could be extracted. When he first saw the ore, he had even been a little worried.
But once he transferred it into the Nine Provinces World, he stopped worrying.
Transferring the ore had consumed an enormous amount of spiritual energy. The Classic of Mountains and Seas had been about two-thirds full; now it held only a little, no more than a tenth of its capacity.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas dealt fairly with young and old alike: the higher-grade an object was, the more energy it took to transfer. If a hundred-odd pounds of ore could consume so much, it had to be extraordinary.
That meant either the Mithril content was high, or this famous mineral from a fantasy world was far more remarkable than he had expected.
Either way, it was good news.
Delighted, Pan Long took the ore back to the riverbank. He did not disturb anyone in the middle of the night, but as soon as dawn broke and the people on the rafts began their work, he sought out the raft leader again.
"An elder gave me this unusual ore. Could you see whether it's any use?"
The raft leader took a piece and froze at first glance.
"Strange. I've never seen ore like this before!"
Muttering to himself, he examined it closely.
After a while, he held