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

He Buxi didn't know what his expression was like, but he knew very well that his emotions were turbulent.

Lin Yuan took in He Buxi's reaction.

I already have a general idea in mind.

It seems that the other party's request to find a magical artifact was merely a ploy to get him to repair this towering sword.

Unexpectedly, he had already taken the lead in repairing it.

Lin Yuan looked at He Buxi with a sense of relief, though he believed that when soldiers came, generals would block them, and when water came, earth would dam it.

He was fearless.

But given the current situation, it's better to take the initiative and turn the tables.

To recruit people for one's own use.

"Senior Brother He, now that the sword has been found, why don't I refill your tea cup so you can examine it more closely?" Lin Yuan said, gesturing for He Buxi to enter.

He was pleased to hear this and nodded slightly.

He wants to check it more carefully.

Although I had heard before that Lin Yuan had repaired many magical artifacts, most of them were mid-grade magical artifacts.

Who would have thought that even such a high-grade magical artifact could be so easily...

He Buxi followed behind Lin Yuan, her eyes slightly lowered.

My gaze lingered repeatedly on this towering sword.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it.

There must be a problem.

A moment later, the two arrived at the jade table.

They each sat upright on one side.

Lin Yuan picked up the teapot and slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

"Senior brother, please."

Why not be happy that you didn't drink?

His gaze remained fixed on the towering sword.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this.

He didn't say anything more, giving He Buxi enough time to accept reality.

He simply held a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

He Buxi stared intently at the sword in his hand for the time it takes to burn an incense stick before finally admitting, somewhat reluctantly, that Lin Yuan had repaired the sword exceptionally well.

"Junior Brother Lin, how did you repair this sword?" He Buxi asked immediately.

As a weapon refiner, he simply couldn't control his curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan took a sip of tea and then slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

Looking at He Buxi, he explained his repair method: "Actually, it's very simple. One technique is enough."

Although the sword was repaired by a cheat code, it would be different if he had repaired it himself.

It's not that it can't be repaired.

"What kind of magic is it?" He Buxi asked hurriedly.

Anxiety was written all over his stern face.

In comparison, Lin Yuan seemed like a young man sitting calmly on a fishing platform...

Lin Yuan smiled, his voice neither hurried nor slow, but his tone left no room for doubt: "Senior brother, this technique was taught to me by Immortal Master Yu. Without his instruction, I'm afraid..."

He Buxi couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment in his eyes upon hearing this.

Then Lin Yuan added, "However, I have created my own technique based on this. I wonder if Senior Brother would be interested?"

He Buxi nodded repeatedly and said, "I hope Junior Brother Lin can enlighten me."

"This technique has five levels." Lin Yuan said, and with a gentle grab in the air, He Buxi saw a sword fly quickly from the wooden frame into Lin Yuan's hand in the blink of an eye.

Upon closer inspection, He Buxi saw that it was a damaged mid-grade magic weapon.

"And this first level is just right for repairing this artifact."

After speaking, Lin Yuan began to cast his spell under He Buxi's watchful gaze.

Suddenly, the room was filled with inspiration.

Then Lin Yuan's hand gestures changed rapidly, and the damaged longsword slowly floated up.

The surrounding spiritual energy began to gather, forming faint streams of light that slowly flowed into the longsword.

The cracks on the surface of the magical artifact began to shimmer with a faint light, as if responding to Lin Yuan's magic.

As time passed, the light on the ritual implement grew brighter, and the previously clearly visible cracks gradually blurred and eventually disappeared completely. The surface of the implement regained its smoothness and emitted a soft glow, as if it had been given a new life.

He Buxi held his breath, staring intently at the magical artifact in Lin Yuan's hand, his heart filled with amazement.