Jiang Xinghai took out his weapon, a large pen that was made out of steel. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xinghai turned from looking like a book worm to a Gold Class Warrior.

Rong Yuan smiled with excitement and he also took out his weapon, the Dragon Sword.

At the sight of the oddly-shaped item in Rong Yuan’s hands, Jiang Xinghai jumped in surprise and he wondered, “Seventh Brother, is that your weapon?”

Could it be that people from the Tianyuan Continent had taste in such odd-looking weapons? But the items at the Smelt Mountain were not oddly shaped. Strange.

Rong Yuan chuckled as his eyes scanned the sword in his eyes. In a warm voice, he explained, “This is my Dragon Sword, it is a low grade Heaven-Level Spiritual Weapon that my wife made for me when she became a Heaven-Level Weapon Forger.”

The moment Rong Yuan finished, gasps could be heard everywhere.

Low grade Heaven-Level Spiritual Weapon? A Heaven-Level Weapon Forger?

Even if they had not gone...