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

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin almost lost his composure, then heard Lin Yuan say calmly, "Don't come here unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Yes, Senior Brother." Ji Lin's eyes flickered, but he only responded in a low voice.

Ji Lin's voice rang out again like that of a frightened little animal, clearly afraid but forced to struggle, "Then, senior brother, the mission..."

During this period, he did try to investigate in secret, but the important places of the Gong Clan were all covered by various formations, making it impossible for him to get close.

Not to mention that, given his status, he wouldn't have any contact with anyone of high status in the Gong Clan.

But Lin Yuan is different. Now that he has made such a great contribution, his status and position are vastly different from before.

Ji Lin then decided to come to Lin Yuan's place to see if he had discovered anything.

"This matter requires further consideration; let's hold back for now." Lin Yuan certainly had ideas about the mission, but there was nothing he needed Ji Lin for right now, so he simply replied.

Ji Lin hadn't received the antidote for the month yet, so he couldn't stay put any longer and immediately tried to ask more questions.

But at the last moment when his gaze met Lin Yuan's, it felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to utter the words he wanted to say.

In that brief moment, he knew clearly that whatever he said would be in vain.

"Yes, senior brother," Ji Lin replied.

"Then I won't bother you any longer, senior brother."

Lin Yuanchong and Ji Lin waved.

After everyone left, Lin Yuan resumed refining the weapon.

Then the fire in the stove was lit.

This time, while casting the spell, Lin Yuan kept recalling his previous failure, and his control over the timing was much better than before.

And so, the night passed, and through trial and error and summarizing, Lin Yuan finally succeeded in mastering the art of fire control.

Looking at the blazing spiritual fire beneath the refining furnace, Lin Yuan wore a satisfied smile.

"It's time to go on duty." Lin Yuan waved his hand, extinguished the fire in the stove, and slowly stood up.

Although it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to send someone else to guard the Dharma Transmission Hall given his current status, the opportunity to listen to lectures with these Gong family disciples is rare.

Therefore, Lin Yuan arrived at the Dharma Transmission Hall at the usual time.

However, the one who came to teach today was not the Tenth Elder, but one of his personal disciples.

The same thing happened for the next few days.

Lin Yuan guessed that it was very likely related to that distinguished guest from the Qingling Sect.

That day, Lin Yuan's courtyard also welcomed a guest.

This person was none other than Gong Yi.

He came here for no other reason than, "Lin Yuan, how's your repair of my Azure Frost Sword coming along?"

Lin Yuan has been practicing the "Nine Revolutions Refining Technique" while trying to repair Gong Yi's sword, and he has managed to repair some of the cracks on the sword quite well.

Upon hearing this, he took the sword out of his storage bag. "Please take a look, young master."

Gong Yi took the sword, his gaze following the blade inch by inch downwards.

He remembered every "damage" he had suffered to the Azure Frost Sword.

Therefore, he quickly saw the spot that Lin Yuan had repaired. Although it was only a small crack that had been repaired, it was a huge surprise to him.

Gong Yi, unable to hide his excitement, said, "Lin Yuan, I really don't know how to thank you enough."

"Oh, right," Gong Yi seemed to have thought of something, gently placed the sword on the table, and then a flash of green light appeared in his hand, "Lin Yuan, take these three hundred spirit stones."

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Seeing this, Lin Yuan naturally didn't stand on ceremony with the other party and immediately put the spirit stones into his storage bag.

Gong Yi was very satisfied with Lin Yuan's decisiveness.

Then he picked up the Frost Sword again and examined it several times. He couldn't help but imagine himself wielding his beloved sword and regaining his former glory. His face was beaming with joy.

After a moment, Gong Yi reluctantly handed the sword to Lin Yuan and couldn't help but ask, "Lin Yuan, when will this sword be fully repaired?"