Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

"Alright, we agree to the deal," Gong Wuchen finally said.

The sun was high in the sky, and a breeze occasionally blew by.

This caused the dense forest to rustle.

Gong Wuchen's gentle voice blended in, seemingly dispelling the restlessness brought by the summer breeze.

But no one knew that his palms were sweating.

If this person dares to harm Wu Jue, he will definitely...

Gong Wuchen's clear and gentle gaze tightened in an instant, and when it fell on Lin Yuan, it was like a densely woven net, trapping Lin Yuan firmly within it.

Lin Yuan met their gaze and simply smiled calmly: "In that case, please follow me."

After saying that, he turned and walked forward.

He paid no attention to how the people behind him reacted.

Gong Wujue subconsciously looked at Gong Wuchen.

Gong Wuchen watched Lin Yuan's back for a few moments, then nodded slightly to Gong Wujue.

The two followed Lin Yuan and soon arrived at the entrance of a cave.

Just as they were about to go in, Lin Yuan's voice suddenly rang out: "Fellow Daoist Wuchen, once my secret method for repairing spiritual roots begins, it cannot be interrupted."

"I would like to trouble you, fellow Daoist, to guard this cave entrance and prevent anyone from entering and disturbing my spellcasting."

Upon hearing this, Gong Wuchen paused in his steps. "Fellow Daoist Sun, the Rejuvenation Pearl on your brother's body is subject to a restriction imposed by the Gong Clan. Only I can remove it."

He withdrew his foot, but his gaze fell on the cave entrance behind Lin Yuan. "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, even if I enter the cave, I will not let anyone disturb your spellcasting."

Lin Yuan was not surprised to hear about the restrictions.

After all, Gongsun Yan had already informed him.

It has to be said that the information this guy provided was much more detailed than that of the Blood Refining Sect.

He slowly turned around and looked at the other person, his brows feigning a furrow.

"But after I finish using the secret technique to repair my spiritual root, my spiritual power will naturally be greatly depleted," Lin Yuan said with considerable worry. "What if you..."

The words were unfinished, but the meaning was fully conveyed.

Gong Wuchen thought for a moment, then said gently, "In your opinion, what should we do?"

"How about this, let's each compromise." Lin Yuan revealed his plan: "You take out the Rejuvenation Pearl and give it to me first."

"After you have taken it, you will stay in the cave to protect the Dharma."

Gong Wujue couldn't help but sneer, "You really knew how to back down."

Before the spiritual root was even repaired, the Rejuvenation Pearl had already been obtained.

Lin Yuan wasn't angry at all; in fact, he even said very considerately, "Since you're unwilling, then..."

"Fellow Daoist, please wait." The other party was clearly calculating every step of the way, and struggling would be futile. It would be better to do as the other party said.

In any case, he was inside the cave.

"What I said earlier was just a joke, I hope you won't take it to heart, fellow Daoist." With that, Gong Wuchen bowed to Lin Yuan.

Then he said, "What you said is indeed very well thought out, and I have no objection."

Lin Yuan nodded: "That's good."

After speaking, he took the lead and entered the cave.

Gong Wuchen and his companion followed closely behind.

The cave was very large, and Lin Yuan casually found a place to stand.

"Fellow Daoist, please." Lin Yuan's gaze shifted to Gong Wuchen, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Gong Wuchen nodded slightly.

Then, his gaze swept around the room and finally settled on a few large rocks to his left front.

With a wave of his hand, purple spiritual light scattered around the large rock before gathering.

A moment later, a stone bed tall enough to fit a person appeared before everyone.

Then Gong Wuchen said, "Wu Jue, lie down."

Gong Wujue immediately did as instructed and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, Gong Wuchen stood by the stone bed, his gaze falling on Gong Wujue's Qihai acupoint, three inches below it.

He then channeled all his spiritual energy into his fingertips.

He whispered the incantation: "Mysterious spirit guides, Azure Clouds trace back to their source, by my decree, the pearl returns and the jade reappears."

After he finished speaking, the purple spiritual light at his fingertips suddenly transformed into countless purple threads of light, finer than a strand of hair, which, as if possessing life, gently and firmly probed into Gong Wujue's body.