Chapter 343
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Chapter 343: The Hammer Boy
At the Hidden Spirit Sect, in the giant beast race warship modification area.
At this moment, Grape was controlling a Golden Core disciple from the Artifact Crafting Peak to craft the first crucial part of the giant beast race warship.
The level of the part was already considered a quasi-artifact.
Xu Fan and Sha Diao, along with the idle Spirit Cut, were observing the process.
Grape was integrating more than a thousand runes into the body of the disciple.
“Grape, will this harm him?” Xu Fan asked seriously.
“It won’t harm him; in fact, it expands this disciple’s Spiritual Vein and spiritual awareness, which will help him on his path as an artifact master,” Grape replied.
With Grape’s upgrade, its voice sounded much more natural. Although it was still an electronic voice, it felt comfortable to hear.
“That’s good.”
At this moment, Sha Diao was eager to try, thinking of letting Grape control him to craft a few artifacts.
Even though he was currently at the level of master craftsman, he hadn’t crafted a proper artifact yet.
“Can I have a turn to try?” Sha Diao asked.
“Then please do not resist, Master Sha,” Grape said.
“Alright.”
Sha Diao’s expression instantly became extremely focused, and then he began crafting the next part.
“The Grand Elder’s methods are truly extraordinary,” Spirit Cut exclaimed.
“And this giant beast race warship; the Demon Sect barely has any Star Ships.”
“Impressive, impressive.”
Spirit Cut realized he had seriously underestimated the Grand Elder. The fact that the spirit controlled a person to craft artifacts was already astonishing.
“It’s just a small thing, all thanks to my spirit helping out,” Xu Fan humbly replied.
With Grape capable of repairing the giant beast race warship, they had now completed one-tenth of the work.
Seeing the matter he cared about progressing smoothly, Xu Fan then took Spirit Cut to visit several other peaks.
Especially after seeing the main peak’s classroom and the trial tower, Spirit Cut slowly began to regard this sect more seriously; before, he had only focused on the Grand Elder.
“Grand Elder, after the giant beast race warship is finished, can I have a chance to pilot it? I have piloted a Star Ship, but I haven’t piloted a giant beast race warship,” Spirit Cut said, rubbing his hands together.
“Sure. After a bit more time, once it’s repaired, you can have a try.”
“However, by then, this giant beast race warship may not be suitable for battle here.”
“Only after the other serpent-shaped giant beast race warship is ready will Elder Spirit Cut be able to pilot it to the Extreme Void Domain,” Xu Fan explained.
“It’s fine; there’s plenty of time,” Spirit Cut replied.
He appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he was deeply shaken.
There were actually two giant beast race warships.
In Volcano Fairy Town, the first clone finished crafting two tool puppet parts and then walked alone, taking a stroll in Volcano Fairy Town.
“Grape has actually leveled up; it seems my workload will be a bit lighter from now on,” the first clone said with a smile.
He had just received news that Grape had advanced and could now assist sect disciples in artifact crafting, which meant he didn’t have to rush as much.
In Volcano Fairy Town, there was a unique artifact crafting avenue.
The street stretched for tens of thousands of meters, lined with various artifact shops that handled all kinds of crafting tasks.
At this moment, every shop along the artifact crafting street was bustling with activity. Even the newly graduated novice artifact masters were swamped with orders.
As the first clone strolled down the street, a particularly remote shop caught his attention.
A teenager, around twelve years old and at the sixth level of artifact crafting, was hard at work, wielding a large hammer to forge a Spirit Iron Sword.
“This spirit iron has already reached its limit. Even if you forge it into the shape of a spirit sword, without the enhancement of runes, it will remain just an ordinary weapon,” the first clone commented from the shop’s entrance.
Feeling suddenly relaxed, the first clone found himself wanting to engage with someone.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’re planning to sell this unfinished product to other artifact masters,” the first clone said with a smile.
“Are you an artifact master, senior?” the boy asked, setting down his hammer.
“You could say that,” the first clone replied with a nod.
“Then, could you take me as your apprentice? I want to become an artifact master,” the boy said, preparing to kneel and formally accept the first clone as his teacher.
A gentle force held the boy up, preventing him from kneeling.
“Do you say this to every artifact master you meet?” the first clone asked, intrigued.
“Yes. I used to be aimless and without skills until my parents passed away, and I realized how useless I was,” the boy said with a bitter expression.
Hearing the boy’s story, the first clone stepped into the shabby shop and found a clean spot to sit down.
“Since I have some time, why don’t you tell me your story? If it moves me, I might teach you a thing or two,” the first clone said.
“It’s not a particularly remarkable tale. My father and mother were artifact masters on this street.”
“Three years ago, they were delivering a batch of goods to another fairy city when that city was attacked by the beast race. My parents died in that tribulation,” the boy said, his face bitter as he recalled his past reluctance to learn artifact crafting from his father, now filled with regret.
“So, before your parents passed, you didn’t learn any of their crafting skills?”
“That’s right,” the boy said bitterly. If he had been alone, he might have managed, but he had a sister with ordinary spirit roots, and as her elder brother, he couldn’t let her remain an ordinary person.
At that moment, a small girl, about six or seven years old, came out from the backyard holding an empty bowl. “Brother, I’m hungry~”
“Just wait a little longer. Once this Spirit Iron Sword is finished, we’ll have spirit stones to buy Dudu a delicious pig knuckle to eat.”
“Go rest for a bit. When you wake up, there’ll be a delicious pig knuckle waiting for you,” the boy said with a smile, exuding a strong sense of responsibility.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back, brother,” the little girl said, drooling as she returned to the backyard with her empty bowl.
The boy picked up the hammer again and resumed forging the Spirit Iron Sword before him.
“My story isn’t anything special. Right now, I just want to gather enough spirit stones to support myself and my sister,” the boy said, striking the Spirit Iron Sword once more.
“You’re quite a responsible young man. I didn’t listen to your story for nothing. Do you know any artifact crafting runes?” the first clone asked.
“Senior, I learned the runes left by my parents. I’ve mastered the basic runes, but I don’t have spirit fire.”
“Plus, there are no proper artifact masters who teach disciples anymore.”
“So, I have to make do like this,” the boy said, shaking the hammer in his hand.
“Very creative.”
The first clone took the hammer and the Spirit Iron Sword from the boy.
“Not bad. As an artifact master, you can set that aside for now. You’re quite skilled as a blacksmith.”
*Ding~ Ding~~~*
The first clone raised the hammer and struck the Spirit Iron Sword twelve times.
A basic magical spirit sword took shape.
