The Strongest War God

Chapter 1183: These Things are Worth Hundreds of Millions

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Are there any blacksmiths in Zinno Hotel?” Braydon Neal asked, hands behind his back.

“Yes, and there are spirit talisman masters too,” Lewa replied softly.

Braydon eyed her with a hint of doubt.

What exactly was a spiritual talisman master?

From what Braydon knew, a talisman master needed to master numerous things.

The first involved thousands of talisman patterns.

The second was combining runes into a runic formation array, possessing tremendous power.

There should be a third.

Lewa explained, “A spirit talisman master is a spirit talisman master. They hold high status in the city, creating runic formation array and drawing spirit talisman patterns on artifacts and clothes.”

“Draw a talisman pattern on a weapon?” This concept was new to Braydon.

The spiritual artifact he snatched from Ghauth Hatendi had a talisman pattern on it.

“Do you want to buy weapons or have them custom-made?” Hala asked in a low voice.

“My battle sword needs to be reforged,” Braydon requested.

Lewa added, “Raising the grade of the battle sword is even more expensive than buying a complete spirit artifact. Usually, martial artists opt to change if they need a new weapon.”

But Braydon wouldn’t change his weapon; the Northern King Sword was part of his life.

Lewa left to convey Braydon’s request to Zinno Hotel’s butler.

Soon, a white-haired old man entered.

It was Zinno Hotel’s butler.

Braydon could see he was at the eminent pinnacle realm, with terrifying mental power.

The butler said gently, “I am Cor Demeksa, Zinno Hotel’s butler. I heard that you wish to upgrade your weapon.”

Braydon passed his blade to Cor.

“It’s a top-grade first-level weapon. Strong killing intent. A good weapon, but compared to your strength, it’s a bit weak,” Cor commented.

Braydon asked, “What’s the highest level it can reach if I keep it as it is?”

Cor nodded. “That depends on how much you’re willing to pay. If you pay a high price, Zinno Hotel can contact a ninth-level blacksmith to upgrade it to the ninth level.”

A ninth-level spirit artifact could destroy the world.

Even if a commoner were to wield it, it could level a mountain.

It was equivalent to a supreme pinnacle.

Refining such a weapon would demand a hefty price, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Braydon remained calm.

Money had never been an issue to him.

He did not know what it meant to be poor.

He was born into a wealthy family, was a young army commander, a young martial emperor and the youngest Holiness—money had never been an issue.

“To forge a ninth-level spirit artifact, you need the beast core of a ninth-level spirit beast,” Cor said calmly.

“As far as I know, the starting price of any ninth-level spirit beast material is at least 90 million small spirit stones. The value of a beast core is usually three to five times higher.”

A ninth-level spirit beast’s core was worth hundreds of millions, an item considered priceless.

Cor continued softly, “Using beast cores to refine weapons is a forbidden technique. Even if you manage to refine it, you can’t use it. Otherwise, it will be a disaster.”

“Because of the spirit beast race?”

Braydon knew the reason.

“Yes,” Cor nodded, “because the high-level emperors issued a ban a few years ago. Forgers are forbidden from using beast cores to refine weapons. Once discovered, both the forger and the user will be hunted down.”

“If we don’t use beast cores to refine weapons, the power of the weapons will be greatly reduced, right?” Braydon asked calmly.

“Of course.” Cor nodded.

“I won’t use a beast core for my weapon for now. I’ll upgrade it to the seventh level first,” Braydon raised his request, hoping that the Northern King Sword would be sharp enough to break through the defenses of fifth and sixth-level spirit beasts.

“It’s not difficult, but raising it to the seventh level will cost a lot.” Cor nodded.

“How much?” Braydon asked.

“About 50 million small spirit stones; it depends on the materials you choose,” Cor estimated.

Braydon found the price acceptable, knowing he had a bag of beast cores that could be exchanged for many spirit stones.

He signaled the little fool to bring the beast core over.

Luke Yates, who was sleeping in his room after having eaten his fill, came straight over with its bag.

“I haven’t even had the chance to ask for your name, sir,” Cor said.

“With such a young appearance, you’ve already opened your spiritual aperture. You must be from a large family, right?”

“My surname is Neal,” Braydon replied casually.

He came to the big aboriginal city to hang around but hadn’t changed his name. If the aborigines knew his identity, they wouldn’t let him leave; they’d kill him in advance.

“What’s going on, Brother?” The little fool yawned and entered with his bag.

“Look at this batch of beast cores; how much are they worth?”

Braydon threw down his broken backpack.

After Cor poured the items out, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

One after another, there were sparkling fifth-level beast cores, mostly as big as eggs. A few were fourth and third level beast cores. They had killed a large number of spirit beasts in the past 40 days.

Lewa and Hala were stunned.

“Did your kill these spirit beasts, sir?” Cor asked cautiously.

Braydon nodded lightly.

“Where are the other materials for those spirit beasts?” Cor asked.

“I didn’t want them; my bag couldn’t fit them,” Little Fool replied.

Cor couldn’t help but grimace.

The materials of so many spirit beasts were priceless. While the aborigines forbade using spirit beasts to refine weapons on the surface, secretly, they weren’t so obedient.

Furthermore, the order explicitly prohibited the use of beast cores in weapon refinement. However, it didn’t state a prohibition against using other materials from spirit beasts for crafting.

Many people were walking a fine line and engaging in borderline practices.

“Sirs, you come from great families; didn’t you prepare two void pouches?” Cor smiled bitterly.

“Void pouches?”

Braydon was curious, as he and the little fool hadn’t stayed in the ancient city for long and were sent to the wilderness.

Cor nodded and explained, “For ordinary people, a void pouch may be unattainable, but for the two of you, it’s not. A 1m³ void pouch can be bought with a million spirit stones.”

Braydon was shocked, realizing the old man referred to a storage pouch.

He had seen it in ancient books before, but it had long disappeared from the outside world.

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