Lin Taichu watched these blacksmiths for a while and could tell what level they were at. None of them were much good.
If Dharma Artifacts like these were taken out to sell, they were only a little better than having none at all. Compared with the ones Feng Tie forged, they were more than one grade worse.
Fang Ping had been right. The Dharma Artifacts on Immortal Soldier Island were of average quality, but these average-quality Dharma Artifacts had fed several sects for decades.
Lin Taichu found a relatively clean corner on the island, sat down on a rock, and looked at the Forging Workshop in the distance and the blacksmiths going in and out.
Black smoke poured from the Forging Workshop's chimney. Once it rose halfway into the sky, it was scattered by the sea wind, but that sharp, choking smell never dispersed. It kept drifting through the air.
The pollution here really was severe. There was poison in the air, poison in the water, even poison in the soil underfoot. The blacksmiths spent every day in a place like this; it would be strange if their bodies did not develop problems.
If Feng Tie were forging iron in a place like this, he probably would not last even a day.
Lin Taichu made a circuit around the island and figured out the locations of all the Forging Workshops.
Zixia Sect's Forging Workshop was the largest, occupying the best stretch of land on the island's eastern side. There were people guarding the entrance, and identities had to be checked when entering and leaving. The Profound Heaven Sect's and Iron Sword Sect's were slightly smaller, but they also had guards. The small sects' Forging Workshops were not really managed by anyone. Blacksmiths came and went, and no one asked questions.