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

the other side.

"How is it?" Gong Xing asked, gnawing on a spirit fruit as he looked at Gong Yong.

Gong Yong's weapon observation skills had reached a high level, but he was still helpless in the face of the "Pisces" before him.

He shook his head, his silence speaking volumes.

Gong Xing wasn't too surprised to hear this.

After all, although his observation skills were slightly inferior to Gong Yong's, they weren't that far off.

However, he had studied it for half a day but still came up with nothing, so he decided to let Gong Yong give it a try.

Gong Xing took a big bite of the spiritual fruit, it was unclear who he mistook it for.

In short, I felt extremely frustrated.

Unable to discern the composition of the magical artifact, Gong Xing hooked his finger and pulled it towards him.

He then threw spiritual fruits onto it, and after a moment, looking at the finished replica of the magic weapon, his frustration subsided somewhat.

Gong Yong watched from the side, a flicker of emotion unconsciously passing through his eyes.

This was truly the first time he had ever seen such a magical artifact.

"What do you intend to do? Return the artifact?" Gong Xing had already told him his plan before he cast the artifact-seeking spell. Now, it was obviously impossible to forge an artifact identical to the Pisces.

Upon hearing this, Gong Xing snorted lightly, "How could that be?"

"Are you going to forcibly take it?" Gong Yong's words carried a hint of disapproval.

The collateral branch of the Gong clan forcibly seized the magical artifacts of their disciples. What kind of talk is that if word gets out?

"Senior Brother Gong Yong," Gong Xing said with a smile, taking a couple of bites of the spiritual fruit, his bright eyes gleaming with cunning, "that's up to you now."

"Me?" Gong Yong's face, half black and half red, showed a hint of confusion as he spoke.

Gong Xing nodded slightly, swallowed the fruit in his mouth, and said with a smile, "As long as we drive Lin Yuan out of the Weapon Forging Hall before he comes to me..."

When to return this magical artifact is up to him.

Early the next morning.

Lin Yuan arrived at the weapon-refining hall as usual.

"Junior brother, good morning." He Buxi appeared with a happy face shortly after entering the room.

Lin Yuan looked at the newcomer, bowed, and said, "Senior Brother."

The two walked forward side by side.

"Junior brother, as the saying goes, it's better to arrive at the right time than at the right time." He Buxi's stern face softened considerably because of these words. He looked at Lin Yuan with the utmost sincerity in his gaze, and his words seemed equally sincere: "Just a few days ago, I was telling you that Senior Brother Gong Yong had gone into seclusion, but I never expected that he would emerge from seclusion this morning."

"Junior brother, please come with me to see Senior Brother Gong Yong first."

As she spoke, He Buxi led Lin Yuan onto a path paved with jade.

He then said, "Back then, it took me a full six months to finally get to see my senior brother. Junior brother's talent in weapon crafting is unmatched, and even his luck is enviable."

"Oh? Luck?" Lin Yuan said with a smile.

He was delighted to hear this, and his heart immediately pounded with anxiety.

He knew, of course, that this wasn't luck.

It was all orchestrated by Gong Xing and Gong Yong.

but......

It's unclear how much Lin Yuan believed.

Then Lin Yuan said leisurely, "Luck doesn't come all the time. I still believe in something more realistic."

He Buxi nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, "Junior Brother is right."

However, Lin Yuan's words did not dispel the unease in his heart.

"By the way, senior brother, I wonder which room in the hall senior brother Gong Xing usually stays in?" Lin Yuan asked casually, as if chatting with a family member.

Upon hearing this, He Buxi's expression immediately froze.

His gaze flickered for a few moments, then he forcibly changed direction when Lin Yuan's gaze swept over him.

"This..." He Buxi immediately recalled Gong Xing's instructions from this morning, telling him not to reveal any trace of him to Lin Yuan. When he spoke, his mouth was full of food, and his voice was muffled, as if he didn't care at all.

But He Buxi knew that if he failed to do so, there would be no good outcome.