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.”

He turned around and said something to one of his staff before turning back around to them. “Please come on in. Let me show you the way.”

They walked into the workshop, which was not as well maintained as Alchemy guilds and shops usually were. Perhaps because of the physical nature of the work, they did not care.

Not that people sought cleanliness when purchasing weapons and artifacts. They arrived at a guest room where some tea was quickly brought over to them.

“I do not believe this is a regular visit. Have you come to commission a spear from me?” the old man asked.

“No, we’re not here to commission a weapon,” Grimsight said. “This young man here had a few curious thoughts about his weapon and since you are the best person I know on this continent, I decided to come to you.”

“I am surprised you even knew I was here,” the old man said. “In fact, I should be surprised you were here.”

“I have been here since the war ended,” Grimsight said. “I just haven’t appeared in the public’s eye for some time, and with me aging up so much, many do not recognize me even when they see me.”

The old man nodded. He turned toward Alex. “Are you the one who had questions for me?” “Yes, senior,” Alex said with a small bow before bringing out Midnight. “I have this sword which I need to reforge after mixing stronger metals into it. Can you help me figure out which metals will be the best for this?”

The old man reached over and took Midnight. As he did, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows a little.

“Hmm, perfectly refined and compounded 4 times in total,” the man said flipping it over. “And a nascent sword spirit already to boot? This is a nice sword.”

Alex smiled a little, feeling happy with the praise. The old man checked the sword for a bit longer. “The craftsmanship, however, is quite poor. I can see the Daos that were used to make this sword, but they seem so poorly used. It doesn’t hinder the sword that much, but one could do better,” the man said. He checked the Qi lines that passed through the sword and frowned.

“I don’t think I have ever seen Qi lines like this,” the man said. “Interesting. Where did you find this?”

“I made it, senior,” Alex said.

The man paused. “You made this sword?” he asked.

Alex nodded.

“You don’t have a very high cultivation base, and this sword had to have been made a while ago. What cultivation base were you at when you made it?”

Alex was surprised to see the man had noticed that, but maybe he shouldn’t have been. “I had entered the Saint realm for a few years when I made that sword,” Alex said.

“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.”