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

"What you say is very true, Senior Brother. I am new here, so please make arrangements as you see fit," Lin Yuan said slowly, looking at He Buxi.

Hearing this, He Buxi patted Lin Yuan's arm and said, "Alright, then Junior Brother, you should familiarize yourself with this place first."

"I also have a magical artifact that I'm only halfway through forging..."

Lin Yuan understood the implication and immediately said, "Senior Brother, please go ahead and attend to your business."

A moment later, Lin Yuan gazed thoughtfully at He Buxi's receding figure.

The other party was clearly trying to make things difficult for him.

But they still put on this pretense.

In a dusty weapon-refining hall, would the other party be busy refining weapons?

But when the other party rushed to pick him up, they deliberately smeared some ash on their face.

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. The other party clearly knew his background, otherwise they wouldn't be so secretive and difficult.

but.......

Who gave the other party the confidence to make things difficult for him?

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze. Now that he was new to the place, he decided to play along for the time being.

To test the true strength of the three people inside the hall.

Finally... the person behind this was revealed.

"Cleaning?" Lin Yuan glanced around casually, then slowly walked to a pile of equipment. He raised his right hand slightly, spread his fingers, and pressed lightly against the pile of materials of various shapes.

In an instant, azure spiritual power surged from his palm. The spiritual power was pure and solid, not surging and turbulent, but like a silkworm spinning silk, it suddenly split into seven or eight slender but exceptionally bright azure light strands.

These rays of light seemed to possess independent life and spirit, drawing graceful arcs in the air and accurately shooting towards different parts of the woodpile.

In the blink of an eye, the refining materials seemed to be reborn.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan remained calm.

Then his gaze shifted slightly to the rows of shelves not far away.

Lin Yuan didn't make any move; he simply moved his mind slightly, and the objects and materials that had just been purified and preliminarily treated seemed to be pulled up by invisible threads, all of them levitating.

For a moment, a sense of inspiration flowed through the room.

Several streaks of light, each with a different color and unique charm, flew in an orderly fashion towards the wooden frames, drawing graceful arcs in the air, like gentle birds.

Upon reaching the corresponding shelf, the speed of these streaks of light slowed down further, as if confirming their destination.

Then, they are precisely and gently embedded into their respective grids or positions.

After half a cup of tea, the room was bright and clean, and all the refining materials and magical artifacts were returned to their proper places.

The space that had seemed somewhat cramped suddenly became empty.

Lin Yuan, standing among them, nodded with a hint of satisfaction.

This cleaning was not solely due to He Buxi's arrangement.

He really couldn't bear to watch the chaos just now.

Then Lin Yuan slowly walked towards the rows of wooden shelves that were already neatly filled with various objects.

If he wasn't mistaken...

Lin Yuanbian let his thoughts wander as he turned into the passageway between the second shelf.

Finally, they stopped in front of a magical artifact.

Its shape was simple and ancient, clearly a long sword.

The sword was over three feet long, and its color was not the bright silver of ordinary spirit iron, but a dark black color that had been mellowed by time, as if it absorbed all the surrounding light.

The blade is not completely smooth, but covered with extremely fine, seemingly naturally formed dark patterns, like ripples on water or cracks on ice. In the dim light of the chamber, a faint, almost imperceptible glow occasionally flows across it.

Lin Yuan slowly picked up the sword and examined it closely for a few moments. It was indeed a high-grade magic weapon.

but......

Lin Yuan's gaze traveled downwards inch by inch, finally settling on the end of the sword.

Three cracks, each about a finger's width, suddenly appeared before his eyes.