"You don't even know what this is?"
"Where did you get it?"
"Don't they have it where you're from?"
The blacksmith gave Chen Changan an impatient glance, but his hands never stopped working.
"They don't."
"I came from a very distant place."
"So you mean this stuff is common in the Martial Saint Dynasty?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"More or less."
"This is called power stone."
"Once it's made into tools, they're incredibly sharp."
"And some places are incredibly hard. If you don't make your farming tools out of power stone, you can't clear the land to plant crops."
"Of course, some people also make weapons out of it, but weapons aren't much use around here."
"Why are you asking?"
Hearing the blacksmith's words, Chen Changan frowned slightly. If people made weapons from it, that meant someone knew how to use them.
"Are there cultivators in the Martial Saint Dynasty?"
"Cultivators?"
At those three words, Chen Changan noticed a trace of confusion in the other man's eyes.
Had he never heard of them, or did such people simply not exist?
"I don't know what a cultivator is."
"But there are plenty of people who practice martial arts in the Martial Saint Dynasty."
"We call them Martial Cultivators!"
"Hmm... I suppose they're what you mean by cultivators."
"Martial Cultivators?"
Did this place follow the path of martial arts?
Or was it a method of tempering the body through sheer physical training?
Chen Changan figured the Martial Cultivators of the Martial Saint Dynasty must be people who trained their bodies to the extreme. After all, the people here had terrifyingly powerful physiques.
Thinking this, Chen Changan glanced at the blacksmith and asked, "Can I work for you?"
"My body's a little weak. I want to get some exercise."
"Work?"
"You can't."
"With