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

"Lin Yuan, congratulations." Deacon He stood up, flicked his sleeve, looked up at Lin Yuan, and then, thinking of what he was about to announce, his smile vanished and his expression became solemn.

Such solemnity seemed quite out of place with the "congratulations" he uttered.

But the weight of this joy compelled him to do so.

Lin Yuan then stood up as well, and then heard Steward He say solemnly in a tone that Lin Yuan had never heard before: "This is your new identity token."

At this point, Deacon He gently flipped his right hand, and after a few moments of flashing light in his palm, a brand new identity token appeared on it.

From Lin Yuan's perspective, it looked almost identical to the token he currently possessed.

The only difference is that the new token has an intricate pattern in the very center.

"From today onwards, you are the weapon refiner of the Gong Clan." Deacon He said as he handed over the identity token.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan slowly bowed and accepted the token. At the end of his vision, he saw the pattern on the identity token, and then he heard Steward He's voice sound again: "At the same time, he is also a formal disciple of the Gong Clan Immortal Clan."

After saying that, Deacon He waved his hand, and cyan spiritual energy circled around Lin Yuan.

A short while later, Lin Yuan had changed his clothes.

Deacon He then looked Lin Yuan up and down.

He had handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, and was dressed in a magnificent white robe with an exquisite jade belt tied around his waist. The belt was carved with delicate patterns, exuding the unique elegance of the Gong clan.

However, his overall demeanor, due to his composure, exuded an extraordinary air of dominance.

"Junior Brother Lin," Deacon He smoothly corrected himself, paused, and then praised with a cheerful smile, "this outfit suits you very well."

Lin Yuan quickly adapted to his new identity, and Deacon He smiled calmly and said, "Senior Brother is too kind."

"Haha, Junior Brother Lin," Deacon He was overjoyed to be called "Senior Brother" and gestured for Lin Yuan to sit down. "Now that you are a weapon refiner of the Gong Clan, there are a few things I need to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan looked at Steward He opposite him, and slowly poured Steward He a cup of tea while saying, "Senior Brother, please speak."

Immediately afterwards, Steward He told Lin Yuan three things.

Firstly, Lin Yuan's duty of guarding him has been taken over by someone else.

Secondly, one can officially enter the weapon-refining hall in two days.

"Thirdly..." Deacon He glanced at Lin Yuan meaningfully, then slowly said, "The Refining Hall is currently being managed by the Sixth Elder."

The implication was that if Lin Yuan performed well, a promotion to the next level wouldn't be out of the question.

Lin Yuan immediately smiled knowingly and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

After a short while, Steward He, his belly rumbling, left Lin Yuan's residence with a broad smile.

Over the next two days, the news that "Lin Yuan has become a weapon refiner for the Gong Clan" swept through the Gong Clan like a whirlwind.

As a result, more and more people set foot in front of Lin Yuan's gate each day.

When Gong Yi arrived, Lin Yuan had just finished his banquet.

"Lin Yuan, you really aren't being fair." Gong Yi clicked his tongue twice as he looked at the table that Lin Yuan had cleaned up with his spiritual power, and said as he sat down, "Such a happy occasion, and you didn't even invite me to celebrate with you."

Lin Yuan chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I might disturb your cultivation, young master. If you're willing, I'll gladly oblige."

"Alright, there's no time like the present, I think today is perfect," Gong Yi said enthusiastically.

At this point, as if remembering something, he took out several bottles of pills from his storage bag. "Oh, right, this is a congratulatory gift for you."