In theory, even steel only melted at around fifteen hundred degrees Celsius.
Apart from certain special materials, many metals would turn into a puddle of "water" below a thousand degrees.
Soil was much the same. It could become pottery without even reaching a thousand degrees Celsius—that was what the pottery teacher had said.
A thousand degrees Celsius was not hot enough to fire clay bodies into exceptionally beautiful porcelain.
But for ordinary Clay Jars, it would be a cinch.
That was what she had said, but when Lin Feng actually bought an Electric Kiln, her mouth still fell open in astonishment.
Uh... was this how rich people played?
Still, after thinking it over, she gave Lin Feng a business card and told him she was from the Porcelain Capital, and her family had a Gas Kiln.
If Lin Feng wanted, he could go there. During the off-season, they might have a Gas Kiln available.
Lin Feng agreed.
But as he looked at the porcelain that had dried in the shade yet failed to hold its shape,
Lin Feng lost all hope in the teacher who had spoken with such confidence.
He felt that the teacher was not wrong. He was.
The soil was a binding agent.
But when he inscribed patterns on it, although they did not disappear, they had no effect either. The Evil Soil remained perfectly intact. Lin Feng wondered whether the pottery would only reveal its true purpose after becoming a vessel and reaching the final step.
Who would have thought things would turn out completely differently from what he had imagined?
Before coming into contact with blood, the Evil Soil was extremely docile. But under high temperatures, it slumped limply onto the floor, lifeless, with no chance whatsoever of being fired into pottery.
Even Lin Feng