Chapter 2180 Madhammer
After gathering all of the mushrooms, Alex and the rest made their way through the forest for a few more days before walking back out.
There were so many places to visit on this continent that they couldn't spend more than a week in one place.
They made their way around the place, visiting various forests, alchemy lands, and whatever else they could find fascinating.
The Molten Hearth continent, while also having many alchemists, was primarily considered a land of the artifact masters majority of this world's artifact masters were gathered in this continent.
The artifact masters, especially ones that worked with just metals making weapons, armor, and shields, were highly regarded as some of the best in all of the Immortal land.
There were other better artifact masters out there, but there were not so many as in the Molten Hearth continent. The average level of their mastery was quite high.
Alex also visited such a place while he was there, one in particular that belonged to a friend of Grimsight.
In Grayhound City, there was a shop known as Great Master Madhammer's Workshop, belonging to Madhammer, an artifact master whose name was known beyond just the Medicine World.
They arrived at the shop a year into their journey, with more than a year still left in it. With Silvermist's cultivation base, even though he wore a different face at the moment, a staff quickly called over Madhammer.
The artifact master was an old man with thin white hair that fell from the side of his head on his otherwise mostly empty scalp. He wore a dirty brown robe at the moment, which seemed to have burn holes on it as well as some metal scraps stuck to it.
"My eyes don't deceive me, do they?" the old man asked as soon as he saw who was standing in front of his workshop. "Is that really you, brother Spearheaven?"
"Brother Madhammer, I'm happy to see you are still alive and well," Grimsight said.
"I... I heard you were dead," Madhammer said. "That you died in the war."
"I might as well have," Grimsight said. "I changed my name after the war. I am called Grimsight now. Spearheaven is... no more."
"I see..." the old man said, sensing Grimsight's cultivation base. "A shame for humanity."
"And it has a nascent sword spirit already?" the man asked.
"The kid Blood refined it," Grimsight said from the side.
The man looked up from the sword, his eyes wide. "That was a very dangerous thing to do as a Saint," the man said. "You could be very much weakened if you did it many times. I hope you didn't do it many times."
Alex nodded.
"Ok, so what is the issue again?" the old man asked. "You wish to reforge this with stronger metals?"
Alex nodded. "Senior Grimsight told me the nascent spirit wouldn't die if I did so, so I decided to do that," he said.
"He's not entirely wrong," the old man said. "The likelihood of the nascent spirit dying is very low. You can even take it out, however, and place it into your spiritual sea while you reforge it. That should more or less save it."
Alex's eyes widened. "I can take out my sword's nascent spirit?" he asked.
"Yes, only because your blood refined it," the man said. "As long as you have a blood connection to the weapon of any sort, the spirit can be pulled out while a nascent spirit."
"I see," Alex said. That was a very good news. He could take away Midnight before forging its body back into a stronger form.
Alex felt a little disheartened about the fact that the old man called his craftsmanship poor. He had been a very recent blacksmith at the time, but being called one still hurt him quite a bit.
"I won't lie, this sword is good as it is. Are you sure you want to reforge it?" the old man asked.
"It is a necessity, senior," Alex said.
"Hmm... in that case, there are a few metals you can use that can work well with Starforged Tungsten," the old man said.
The old man listed out a few metals. "Those are good, but if you want the best, there are only 3 you can go with."
"Soulheart Gold, Skyborn Platinum, and Tyrant Iron."