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

Gong Xing thought for a moment, then asked, "How did Lin Yuan react? Are you confident you can refine it?"

"Judging from what he said, he already has a plan, but it will take some time," He Buxi replied immediately.

Gong Xing gave a soft snort, tossed a spirit fruit into his mouth, and chewed on it bit by bit.

High-grade magical artifacts are indeed difficult to forge, but if this person is Lin Yuan...

He Buxi said, "Senior Brother Gong Xing, I observe that Lin Yuan and Young Master Wu Jue have a rather good relationship, but I'm afraid..."

Upon hearing this, Gong Xing frowned slightly, and after a few breaths, he said, "What are you afraid of?"

After saying that, he subconsciously reached for the spiritual fruit in the jade plate, but found nothing.

He then irritably pushed the jade plate away, his brows furrowing even more.

Seeing this, He Buxi couldn't help but linger his gaze on Gong Xing's face for a few more seconds.

This was the first time he had ever seen Gong Xing with such an expression on his face.

Gong Xing seemed to dislike the empty plate on the table. He then raised his gaze, stood up, and walked to the refining furnace.

It was tapping intermittently.

He Buxi followed slowly to Gong Xing's side, his eyes lowered. After a moment, Gong Xing said, "We just need to make sure Lin Yuan doesn't hand over the magic weapon. As for the rest, Senior Brother Gong Ren will take care of it."

"Yes," He Buxi replied, bowing.

"However..." Gong Xing paused slightly as he spoke, his gaze casually falling on the corner of the weapon-refining furnace. His voice was somewhat deep as he said, "Lin Yuan may ultimately be unable to produce a high-grade magic weapon, but the Weapon-Refining Hall cannot."

He Buxi looked puzzled upon hearing this and asked slowly, "What does Senior Brother Gong Xing mean?"

"Did you see the sword light that emanated from the market today?" Gong Xing asked, taking out a spiritual fruit from his storage bag and playing with it as he spoke.

"Of course," He Buxi nodded.

He could tell at a glance that the sword light was clearly the brilliance of a high-grade magic weapon.

If Gong Wujue hadn't come to the weapon-refining hall this morning, he would have already gone to buy it.

and many more.

He Buxi suddenly realized and said, "Senior Brother Gong Xing means... to use this magic artifact to replace the one that Lin Yuan 'can't produce'?"

Gong Xing didn't say anything, but just gnawed on the spiritual fruit in his hand with a crisp sound.

But He Buxi already understood.

"Senior brother, I'll head to the market first."

Gong Xing waved his hand dismissively upon hearing this.

......

Equipment room.

Silent and still.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the rows of heavy sandalwood shelves.

The shelves are categorized and displayed with various refining materials, including minerals brimming with spiritual energy, lustrous metal ingots, and exotic flowers, herbs, and spirit beast essences sealed in jade boxes.

His expression was calm, but a glint seemed to flash in his eyes as he instantly determined what he needed and its location.

The next moment, Lin Yuan lightly waved his sleeves, the movement seemingly casual, yet carrying a rhythmic quality like flowing clouds and water.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible hand had disturbed the silence of the chamber.

"Whoosh—"

A piece of "Ice Soul Stone," entirely ice-blue and radiating a chilling aura, flew out from the upper level of the wooden frame on the west side, tracing a cold, clear path through the air.

"Buzz..."

Immediately afterwards, several pieces of "star-patterned iron" that were dark and dull but had faint star-like patterns leaped out of the box in the corner, accompanied by a low, whistling sound.

Then, more materials, like awakened spirits, responded one after another—

Crimson "molten gold" shot out like a meteor;

The warm and lustrous "Concentrated Jade Marrow" floats in, enveloped in a soft halo;

The fine "ethereal sand" converges into a silvery stream;

The resilient "thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood," still carrying a faint arc of electricity, rose from the frame...

Various spiritual materials transformed into streams of light, orderly disappearing into the storage bag that was suspended in mid-air with its mouth wide open.

In the blink of an eye, a small space appeared on the originally dazzling wooden shelf, and the storage bag bulged slightly. A flash of light appeared on its surface, then it returned to calm.

Lin Yuan then raised his hand, and the storage bag landed lightly in his palm.