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

When it came to the shaping and engraving stage, Lin Yuan raised his hand, and the furnace lid was instantly lifted.

Five clumps of spiritual liquid were drawn out simultaneously and lined up side by side above the furnace opening.

Lin Yuan made a grasping motion with both hands, his ten fingers moving rhythmically at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. The five clumps of spiritual liquid stretched and deformed in sync, as if five invisible hands were operating simultaneously, quickly condensing into five uniformly shaped sword blanks.

He Buxi stood aside and hurriedly memorized all the techniques, becoming increasingly unsettled as he watched.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan chanted an incantation, and the spiritual energy he forced out from his fingertips split into five, like five agile engraving brushes, simultaneously dancing and carving on the five floating sword blanks.

First, several basic array patterns were engraved on simultaneously, each stroke precise and fast.

The last array pattern was quite complex, and He Buxi could only barely remember it after reading it. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: What a pity, Lin Yuan offended Senior Brother Gong Ren...

Once the engraving was complete, the five sword blanks paused slightly in the air before transforming into five streams of light and being returned to the refining furnace for final nurturing and array solidification in their respective original "areas".

The furnace lid closed, and Lin Yuan gently raised his right hand, casting two more incantations into the refining furnace to maintain the final output of nourishing spiritual energy.

After a long while, the fire in the stove gradually died down.

As the furnace was opened, five sword lights, ranging in color from deep blue to gray-blue and with similar spiritual pressure, emerged one after another and hovered in neat rows.

He Buxi immediately looked up and saw that the five mid-grade magic artifacts were complete!

"Junior brother..." He Buxi opened and closed his lips several times, but in the end he could only utter these two words.

To forge five high-quality magical artifacts simultaneously with the power of a single furnace—such a feat was something he hadn't witnessed firsthand...

He would never believe it.

Lin Yuan slowly stood up, his gaze shifting from the flying sword hovering in the air to He Buxi.

He paid little attention to the other person's reaction and went straight to the point: "Senior brother, the artifact is complete. I wonder what your intentions are..."

Upon hearing this, He Buxi's gaze fell upon Lin Yuan, his mind filled with the scenes of Lin Yuan refining magical artifacts.

At this moment, the magical artifact emitted a faint, ethereal light, clearly reflecting He Buxi's constantly bobbing Adam's apple.

Lin Yuan noticed the other party's unease and was about to speak when he heard the other party say, "Junior brother, don't worry, just hand over the five flying swords to me."

He Buxi knew he couldn't reach Lin Yuan's level, but he couldn't miss the opportunity to receive guidance from Lin Yuan.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

A moment later, He Buxi found another forging furnace in the weapon-refining room and placed it near Lin Yuan's furnace.

After Lin Yuan rekindled the furnace fire, He Buxi also began refining weapons.

However, it is truly impossible for him to refine five mid-grade magic weapons at once.

Therefore, he still put in the refining materials according to the weight of one magic weapon.

Meanwhile, He Buxi glanced at Lin Yuan a few times out of the corner of his eye.

As expected, it will still be five magical artifacts.

He Buxi withdrew his gaze, fixing it squarely on the refining furnace, and secretly took a deep breath before exhaling.

Sometimes comparing yourself to others is just... infuriating.

Time passed slowly, and the sun had already set outside the window.

Lin Yuan had already begun shaping the five flying swords.

Stretching, deformation...

Suddenly, the room was filled with a burst of inspiration.

Even before the ritual implements were completed, their extraordinary nature was already evident.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Lin Yuan opened the stove lid again.

Five beams of spiritual light shot up from the furnace, dazzlingly bright.

He Buxi took advantage of the brief moment of controlling the fire to slightly shift his gaze, and what came into view were five flying swords just like before.

Its exquisite design and the aura emanating from within it exude a chilling presence.

Look at him again—

At this point, not even a single magical artifact had been forged.