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

He Buxi immediately replied, "I have asked."

"And I have already calmed him down as planned."

Gong Xing seemed quite satisfied, a smile playing on his lips as he ate the spirit fruit.

Then she turned her head and said to Gong Yong, "Senior Brother Gong Yong, shouldn't we also go find Senior Brother Gong Ren?"

Gong Yong nodded without any objection.

He Buxi listened quietly from the side.

His face, as sharp as an axe, was expressionless; when he wasn't smiling, no one could discern anything from it.

Little did he know, his heart was far from at peace.

Various thoughts raced through his mind.

In the end, it all boils down to him being too aware of what Gong Xing meant by "going to find Senior Brother Gong Ren."

That would be the final step in their plan—driving Lin Yuan away.

However......

He Buxi knew clearly that he did not want Lin Yuan to leave the Refining Hall.

Such a skilled weapon refiner, yet they want to expel him from the weapon refining hall.

Are you crazy?

"Senior Brother Gong Xing, Senior Brother Gong Yong, if there are no further instructions, I will not disturb your cultivation." He Buxi prepared to go find Lin Yuan. He couldn't give Lin Yuan the Wind-Stabilizing Stone, but...

Gong Yong: "Let's retreat."

"etc."

He Buxi was about to turn around when Gong Xing called out to him.

"What are your instructions, Senior Brother Gong Xing?" He Buxi asked, bowing.

Gong Xing did not speak.

He then slowly stood up and quickly walked to He Buxi.

"Junior Brother He, you've been following Lin Yuan around lately." Gong Xing tossed the spiritual fruit in his hand repeatedly, his tone casual, then looked at He Buxi and said, "Why don't you tell me what you think of Lin Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, He Buxi felt his heart pounding like a drum.

This is definitely a question that makes people think a lot.

However, under Gong Xing's watchful gaze, he didn't have much time to think and spoke after only a moment: "Reporting to Senior Brother."

"In my opinion, a person should live up to their name."

"Lin Yuan's weapon-refining skills are indeed outstanding."

Gong Xing nodded upon hearing this, then glanced at He Buxi.

A very casual glance, paired with his naturally approachable face.

It is very easy for people to lower their guard.

He Buxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What Gong Xing had just said made him feel as if a sword was hanging over his head.

Only now do I feel free again.

But he soon realized he had been too optimistic.

Gong Xing then said, "Junior Brother He, you've worked hard these past few days."

"From now on, you just need to focus on your cultivation in the temple."

As they spoke, Gong Xing turned his back to He Buxi and walked toward the table.

He Buxi couldn't see Gong Xing's expression clearly, but just from those few words, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He should have realized that Gong Xing would notice.

"Yes, Senior Brother," He Buxi said in a low voice, lowering his eyebrows.

After He Buxi left, Gong Yong stared thoughtfully at He Buxi's retreating figure, then said slowly, "Aren't you overthinking it? Does He Buxi really have that kind of guts?"

Clearly, Gong Yong had noticed Gong Xing's wariness of He Buxi.

Gong Xing had already sat back down at the table. Upon hearing this, he picked up a spiritual fruit from the Pisces artifact, which was shaped like a fish eye, and threw it into his mouth.

He chewed slowly and carefully, and after a moment, he said, "Senior Brother Gong Yong, He Buxi certainly doesn't have that kind of courage."

"But..." Gong Xing smiled, lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes reflecting the round spiritual fruit, and said, "He may not have courage, but others may."

After speaking, he seemed unable to find a spiritual fruit that suited his taste, no matter how much he picked and chose.

The image of the spirit fruit quickly disappeared from his eyes, leaving only darkness.

Gong Yong naturally knew who Gong Xing was referring to: Lin Yuan...

"Even in the cultivation world, there are only a handful of weapon refiners who can forge high-grade magic weapons." Gong Xing raised his eyes, his gaze casually finding a spot to fall, his sigh seemingly casual as well.