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

In the blink of an eye, a flash of inspiration struck, and the storage box in Gong Wujue's hand had already changed its form.

All that could be seen was a lotus lamp made entirely of silver that suddenly appeared in their sight.

Lin Yuan's voice rang out at the right moment: "Young Master, this is the 'Silver Lotus Lamp,' a defensive magical artifact."

"Oh?" Gong Wujue immediately teleported to the central circular platform, his gaze falling on Gong Yi. His clear voice was filled with pleasure. "Gong Yi, swing your sword at me."

Gong Yi nodded slightly, and then summoned his Azure Frost Sword.

As Gong Yi drew his sword, his gaze towards Gong Wujue changed.

At this moment, he was a disciple of the Gong clan who wielded a sword.

A moment later, a sword fell.

A sudden burst of blue light filled the room, and as the sword energy passed by, everyone felt a chilling frost that seemed to be choking their bodies.

Lin Yuan slightly shifted his body to the side, and as he raised his eyes, a chill silently emanated from him.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Gong Yi's sword strike, but only Gong Wuchen, who was enjoying his tea, saw this scene.

His hand, which was bringing the teacup to his lips, paused involuntarily. Only when the hot tea suddenly cooled down did he look away.

He blew a gentle breath onto the tea surface, which was covered with a few specks of frost, and instantly, the spiritual tea began to steam again.

At this moment, the sword energy that Gong Yi unleashed had already reached Gong Wujue.

Upon seeing this, Gong Wujue narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no fear whatsoever, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then he slowly raised the silver lotus lantern to shield himself.

In the blink of an eye, the lotus lantern burst into silver light, and then, under everyone's gaze, the light transformed into a lotus again.

Each silver lotus is both beautiful and noble; if there were celestial lotuses in the world, they would surely be like this.

The next instant, the sword energy clashed with the silver lotus.

What a moment that was.

There was no cataclysmic collision as expected.

The chilling sword aura lasted only for a moment.

Its aggressive momentum dissipated without any struggle.

It gently and softly dissipated into the void.

And silver lotus.

It still floated gracefully around Gong Wujue in its exquisite form.

"What... is this?" This was the first time Gong Yi had ever seen such a defensive magical artifact, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Gong Wujue's face lit up with joy.

He had just clearly seen it: "Lin Yuan, the Silver Lotus Lamp you crafted can actually absorb spiritual energy?"

Lin Yuan stepped forward and bowed, his face calm. He slowly said, "That's right."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yi was initially surprised, but then, seeing the intrigued expression on Gong Wujue's face, he seemed to realize something. He crossed his arms, took a few steps forward, and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Wujue, what do you think? Did I brag?"

Gong Wujue's smile froze upon hearing this, and he reluctantly said, "Whether I'm bragging or not, don't you know best?"

Although the answer was roundabout, Gong Yi knew that it was already difficult to get even one sentence from Gong Wujue.

You should know that even when he said it was interesting, he never thought that Gong Wujue would actually think so.

After all, Gong Wujue had been a key talent cultivated by his family since childhood, and the cultivation resources he had obtained were something that ordinary cultivators could only dream of in their entire lives.

Even though Gong Wujue's spiritual root was destroyed later, the healing artifacts that Brother Wuchen had painstakingly searched for were enough to dazzle him.

Having gained an advantage, Gong Yi was quite self-aware and didn't flatter himself. He changed the subject and asked, "Lin Yuan, how did you forge this magical artifact? It's truly amazing."

Lin Yuan smiled calmly upon hearing this and slowly replied, "Young Master, the refining method is no different from the ordinary one. It's just that I saw a shop selling magical vines that can absorb spiritual energy a few days ago, and I wondered if it could be used as the main ingredient for refining weapons."

"I never imagined I'd actually succeed in mastering it."

"Demon Vine?" Gong Wujue felt like he had heard of it somewhere before.

A moment later, a thought flashed through his mind. He remembered that Zhou Wanwan had mentioned it briefly after the last training session.

He immediately realized, "The vine forest of Dongfeng Valley?"

Lin Yuan: "The shop owner did indeed say that this vine came from Dongfeng Valley."

When he was preparing to use the Demon Vine from Dongfeng Valley as the main material for refining the Silver Lotus Lantern, he originally planned to go to Dongfeng Valley himself.

To everyone's surprise, when he mentioned the Demonic Spirit that day, Baibaozhai actually had it for sale.

Even though he went to East Wind Valley, he had his own explanation so that people would not associate him with "Li Feng" who had been to East Wind Valley.

However, he would be happy if a shop sold this item.

"As expected of you," Gong Yi patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You can even refine such a magical artifact from a piece of demonic vine."

"You flatter me, sir." Lin Yuan said, then feigned apologeticness, "However..."

"However, the spiritual energy absorbed by your magic artifact is limited, isn't it?" Gong Wujue asked, examining the magic artifact in his hand.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly. "I suppose you've already sensed something, young master."

Those present listened to this, but no one thought it would be a flaw in a beautiful piece of jade.

After all, if the Silver Lotus Lantern were a magical artifact capable of absorbing spiritual energy indefinitely, people might not be able to appreciate it with such ease.

"Let me see what the last form of this artifact is," Gong Wujue said excitedly, gazing at the artifact in his hand.

After speaking, Gong Wujue once again mobilized his spiritual power, tightened his grip on the Silver Lotus Lamp, and channeled his spiritual power into the lamp.

A moment later, a crystal bow appeared in their sight.

The bow was translucent, as if sculpted from ice or formed from moonlight. The bow's curves flowed smoothly like a crescent moon, yet within it flowed a faint, star-like halo, as if sealing the entire night sky within. The bowstring, on the other hand, was a faint, ethereal light that emitted a clear, melodious sound like a jade chime as Gong Wujue lightly touched it.

"Huh, where are the bows and arrows?"

Everyone is very familiar with bows; where there are bows, there are naturally arrows.

However, Gong Li looked for a long time but couldn't find a suitable bow and arrow, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Lin Yuan, does this mean you need to provide your own bow and arrows for this magical artifact?" Gong Yi asked.

If that's the case, when Shi Gong Wujue uses it someday, he'll definitely have a good laugh at him.

Unfortunately, his wish was quickly dashed, as Lin Yuan slowly said, "Young master, this bow is made by transforming spiritual power into arrows."

As he spoke, Lin Yuan's gaze shifted slightly to the crystal bow in Gong Wujue's hand, and he continued, "Young Master, you only need to inject spiritual power into the bowstring when you draw it, and the spiritual power will automatically transform into an arrow."

Upon hearing this, Gong Wujue immediately turned towards the window and lightly touched the bowstring of the flowing light with his fingertips.

He didn't rush to exert his strength, but instead closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the subtle vibrations coming from the bow. As a wisp of pure spiritual energy was injected, the bowstring suddenly brightened, and then everyone saw an arrow as white as frost appear between the bow and the string.

Upon seeing this, Gong Wujue turned his gaze directly to the clear, pristine sky.

Slowly draw back the bowstring.

"Buzz—"

With a slight tremor of the bowstring, the arrow pierced the air, transforming into a silver streak that soared straight into the heavens. At first, only a single, cold star could be seen disappearing into the clouds, and then a circle of silver ripples bloomed across the sky.

The sky was inexplicably adorned, and passersby outside the window saw it but did not know why.

Only whispers and discussions remain.