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

Lin Yuan slowly moved forward, his gaze sweeping left and right with a hint of scrutiny.

Huachao Market is a territory protected by the Gong clan of immortals, and people coming and going include not only cultivators but also mortals.

These people traded and bought from each other, creating a bustling marketplace that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Lin Yuan eventually chose a shop called "Baibaozhai" that was nearby and went inside.

"Young man, welcome to Baibaozhai." The shop owner immediately greeted Lin Yuan, noticing his extraordinary aura.

"What would you like, young man? I can recommend something."

Lin Yuan spoke up: "Refining equipment."

The shop owner was slightly surprised and asked, "Young man, are you a weapon refiner?"

Lin Yuan said calmly, "No."

"So what if you're a weapon refiner?" Lin Yuan continued to ask.

The shop owner wasn't surprised by Lin Yuan's denial and replied, "Well, young brother, you don't know this, but we merchants love weapon refiners the most. If we could get a few of their crafted magical artifacts to sell, business would naturally be..."

The lingering meaning was perfectly conveyed in the shop owner's laughter.

"However, weapon refiners are scarce in this area, which is why I was slightly out of line when I heard that you wanted to buy weapon refining equipment. I hope you won't take offense."

Lin Yuan shook his head and said softly, "It's nothing."

The shop owner, who prided himself on seeing countless people come and go every day, had never seen anyone like Lin Yuan before.

His clothes weren't particularly luxurious, but his words and actions exuded an air of nobility that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

With this in mind, the shop owner became even more attentive during the subsequent introduction of the equipment.

Lin Yuan watched as the shop owner took out the equipment for refining weapons.

Everything was very pleasing to the eye.

But none of them are cheap.

When Lin Yuan came out of the shop, he had been emptied of half of his wealth.

It seems we can't rely solely on that meager monthly salary...

The thought immediately brought to mind the shop owner's words: a weapon refiner, after all...

That's not bad.

"Lin Yuan." A voice suddenly came from behind him.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan slowly turned around. The newcomer appeared to be around sixteen years old, with a baby face and a slender figure like a bamboo shoot.

He was Gong Yi, a collateral descendant of the Gong family.

"Young Master Gong Yi." Lin Yuan bowed to the other party.

"Lin Yuan, do you have some free time right now so I can treat you to a meal?"

"Inviting me to dinner?" Lin Yuan searched his memory. The original owner of this body had never had any interaction with Gong Yi. The fact that he was invited to dinner made Lin Yuan quite suspicious.

Upon hearing this, Gong Yi quickly explained, "Thanks to you for repairing the glass lamp this time, otherwise I don't know how long I would have been confined."

Grounded?

As far as I can recall, Gong Yi has indeed not come to the Dharma Hall to teach during this period.

It turns out they were under house arrest.

Crystal lamp... confined to one's quarters...

Connecting the two, Lin Yuan quickly guessed the origin of the matter.

It seems that this kid broke the glass lamp.

"Since you have invited me, I certainly have the time, but..."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yi invited Lin Yuan to sit down at the restaurant across the street before Lin Yuan could finish speaking.

"Waiter, bring me a serving of all the best wines and dishes in your restaurant."

"Okay."

A moment later, the food was served.

Gong Yi warmly welcomed Lin Yuan, saying, "Lin Yuan, the drunken chicken at Zuixianlou is a local specialty; you should try it."

Lin Yuan didn't stand on ceremony and picked up a piece with his chopsticks to take a bite.

It melts in your mouth, leaving a slight taste of wine on your tongue, and as you swallow, a subtle spiritual energy emanates from it.

"Not bad," Lin Yuan praised under Gong Yi's expectant gaze.