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

The two ate and chatted, thoroughly enjoying their meal.

"Lin Yuan, I really didn't expect you to have such abilities." Gong Yi said this with an undisguised admiration in his voice.

"It's just that my family's secret techniques happen to include a method for repairing glass lamps; it's nothing special," Lin Yuan said with a faint smile.

Seeing Lin Yuan's demeanor, Gong Yi felt even more that Lin Yuan was extremely capable.

Thinking this way, I became even more determined to find Lin Yuan...

"Lin Yuan, to be honest, besides thanking you today, I have another favor to ask of you."

"Young master, please feel free to speak your mind." Lin Yuan put down his wine cup and looked at the other person quietly.

Under such a gaze, Gong Yi inexplicably felt something exactly like his cousin Gong Wuchen—a powerful sense of having everything under control.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at Lin Yuan. He had a handsome face, but there was a calmness in his eyes and brows that he had never seen before.

It seems to be something you were born with, yet also something that has been accumulated over the years.

Gong Yi naturally couldn't guess the real reason for the change; he simply assumed it was because he hadn't paid enough attention to Lin Yuan in the past.

Then, pulling his thoughts back from their escapist path, he continued, "I would like to ask you to repair a sword for me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan didn't ask why he was being sought out, and simply said, "Could I take a look first?"

Upon hearing that there was hope, Gong Yi's frustration at being repeatedly rejected by those incompetent weapon refiners vanished like morning mist.

He then pulled out his longsword from his storage bag with a broad smile, and proudly introduced it, saying, "This is a sixteenth birthday gift from Brother Wuchen, named 'Qing Shuang'."

Lin Yuan's gaze then shifted to the sword, whose blade gleamed with a faint blue light, like the frost and snow of early winter, exuding a chilling aura.

It's a good sword.

Even with several signs of damage on the sword, this conclusion can still be drawn.

The next moment, Gong Yi's expression changed, and his resentment reached its peak as he pointed to the cracks and gaps on the sword, "It's all Gong's fault..."

He paused, seemingly mindful of the other person's status, and then changed his words somewhat awkwardly, saying, "That guy broke my sword."

"Lin Yuan, quickly take a look and see if you can repair this sword."

Gong Yi spoke hurriedly, yet with great hope.

Lin Yuan took the sword from Gong Yi's hand, his dark eyes calmly and steadily gazing at the sword, secretly using magic to detect its grade.

It is a mid-grade magic weapon.

Within the repair scope of the gold finger.

but......

He wanted to try fixing it himself first.

"I can repair this sword," Lin Yuan said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Gong Yi would have jumped up immediately if not for his status, exclaiming, "That's wonderful!"

"However..." Lin Yuan interrupted Gong Yi's excited expression, continuing calmly despite the other's tightening gaze, "Repairing this sword requires some materials, but I'm not currently flush with cash, so I'm afraid I can't..."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yi immediately waved his hand and said, "Hey, I thought it was something important."

"Anything that requires spirit stones is not a problem."

As he spoke, he took out a bag full of spirit stones from his storage bag and said in a light tone, "There are three hundred spirit stones in here. Feel free to take them and use them."

"If you need more, just ask me. If you have more, consider it a thank you gift."

At this point, he thought for a moment and added, "Of course, I will reward you handsomely after the repairs are completed."

Lin Yuan had never intended to repair the sword for free, so he was naturally satisfied upon hearing Gong Yi's words.

"Alright, I will repair the sword as soon as possible, young master, please rest assured."

After speaking, he put the spirit stones that Gong Yi had placed on the table into his storage bag.