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

After countless attempts, fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Yuan's forehead.

Lin Yuan withdrew his spiritual energy from his palm and took a deep breath.

He thought to himself: This advanced palm technique is truly not easy.

After resting for a while, Lin Yuan once again activated his spiritual power.

Recalling the previous failures in his mind, he incorporated all his insights into this spiritual energy circulation.

When his spiritual energy reached its peak, the scattered blue light in his palm suddenly shrank inward.

A deep hum then rang out from his palm.

The azure light no longer merely covered his palm, but became highly condensed, transforming into a thin, cicada-wing-like azure halo with sharp golden light flowing around its edges, hovering about an inch above his palm.

The halo rotated slowly, emanating a chilling cutting aura, and the surrounding air was pushed aside by an invisible force, forming subtle ripples.

A glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes, and then he gently pushed out a palm towards the black iron pillar in front of him.

The cyan halo flew out silently, its speed seemingly slow, yet it instantly covered a distance of several meters.

"laugh--!"

A soft sound, like a hot knife cutting into butter.

On the black iron pillar, which was harder than refined steel, a deep, smooth cut, several inches deep, appeared.

Lin Yuan withdrew his palm, looked at the cut mark, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Then he whispered, "High-level Azure Light Palm, done."

Early the next morning.

Lin Yuan took out a storage bag, which was full of magical artifacts that he had "robbed" from the cultivators of the Invincible Sect.

He plans to refine them all today and remake them into new magical artifacts.

In this way, he can still sell it at the market.

Just as they were about to light the fire, they heard someone knocking on the door.

Lin Yuan put the storage bag away, walked through the courtyard corridor, and opened the door.

It is Gong Yi.

The two quickly entered the hall.

"Lin Yuan, I've come to you today to ask for your help."

"Please speak freely, young master."

Gong Yi's face showed a rare hint of embarrassment, but finally, under Lin Yuan's calm gaze, as if encouraged by something, he spoke up: "That's how it is."

"Well... Gong Wujue's spiritual root has been repaired, so I'm planning to throw a small banquet to celebrate."

At this point, Gong Yi began to stammer.

Even though Lin Yuan is very good at understanding people's hearts.

But at this moment, it was hard not to be a little confused by Gong Yi's words and actions.

The banquet was held to celebrate Gong Wujue's success. Putting aside whether he needed any help, was there something about this that made Gong Yi so hesitant to speak?

Lin Yuan couldn't guess, but he didn't urge Gong Yi to speak.

After a while, Lin Yuan heard Gong Yi say very quietly, "Could you lend me some spirit stones?"

Lin Yuan: "..."

He truly never imagined that Gong Yi would one day ask him to borrow spirit stones.

Gong Yi noticed that Lin Yuan hadn't replied for a while, so he assumed that Lin Yuan hadn't heard him clearly.

He took a deep breath, thinking to himself: So what if I'm embarrassed? Lin Yuan definitely won't laugh at me...

Just as I was about to repeat myself, I heard a few soft laughs.

Gong Yi looked at Lin Yuan, feeling utterly ashamed.

"Lin Yuan, I treated you like a friend, and you actually made fun of me like this." Gong Yi turned his head away in annoyance and pouted.

After Lin Yuan's smile, Gong Yi completely gave up and some words no longer sounded so awkward: "Are you going to lend it to me or not?"

Lin Yuan's smile hadn't completely faded when he heard this, so he only nodded slightly.

Then he slowly spoke, "How many spirit stones does the young master wish to borrow?"

Gong Yi silently extended one finger.

Lin Yuan naturally knew that with Gong Yi's status, even if it was a small banquet, it wouldn't be a banquet costing a hundred spirit stones.

"This is one thousand spirit stones."

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Yuan brought a bag of spirit stones to his palm.

Then he placed it in front of Gong Yi.