The Grand Violet Manor

"Have the sacred grounds developed any spirit pellets, cultivation method, or spirit artifacts recently?" Lin Fan asked then.

Since this was a sect of cultivating immortals—and a faction that would use the title of sacred grounds at that, Lin Fan was very sure that the Violet Manor would be extraordinary.

At the same time, they would definitely have places like a crafting chamber, a scripture chamber, or an elixir chamber.

However, because he did not know what those three places were specifically named at the Sacred Violet Manor, Lin Fan could only be vague in his questions.

"Well…"

Zhou Yining thought about it. "There hasn't been any movement over at the crafting chamber, although the pellet master did create a new medicinal pellet. However, it's allegedly only good for healing wounds and battle, but it wouldn't help with your ascension, Saintess."

"As for cultivation method…"

"Seventh Elder recently returned, bringing along some interesting cultivation manual, and it was already placed in the scripture chamber."

Alright!

Lin Fan decided. "To the scripture chamber, then."

"Yes, Saintess."

The two girls flanked Lin Fan as they headed to the scripture chamber.

Being her personal disciples, they were more odd-jobs workers than anything else in the sect.

After all, if danger would reach their saintess even inside the sacred grounds, the sacred grounds were no different from being destroyed soon. 

Be that as it may, they would still have to go through the motions.

Such as right now, even as they walked ahead and on Qi Zixiao's each side, their eyes were alert against their surroundings and wary.

That naturally allowed Lin Fan to breathe a sigh of relief. If he walked ahead, he really wouldn't know how to get to the scripture chamber.

And then…

Lin Fan: "…"

Just over a hundred paces out of the Saintess Chambers, they reached the edge of a cliff!

As he looked, he found countless majestic mountains and ancient trees that towered into the skies. As pleasant clouds wafted, various mythical beasts Lin Fan had never seen before were dashing or soaring through the lands…

Many cultivators were in the distance, sword in hand, with flying vessels hovering up in the air.

Each of the many peaks would be built with palaces of varying sizes.

At the edge of sight was a heavenly palace that remained above all else, vaguely seen amongst the clouds of myriad colors…

While Lin Fan did not know how to use the Innate Qi in Qi Zixiao's body, it was still a body belonging to a powerful immortal who was on the pinnacle of divine ascension, and her sight was naturally far beyond that of normal people's.

Hence, Lin Fan could tell from a single glance that the sign on the hovering palace had the words 'Violet Chateau' carved imposingly upon it.

It looked just like an immortal's residence!

That very sight left Lin Fan unable to repress an exclamation of awe.

So huge!

That one glance alone would definitely not be the full face of the Sacred Violet Manor either, but even so, its sheer vastness did not allow Lin Fan to remain calm.

However…

Now, there was an even more important problem right in front of him.

"I actually forgot!"

His heart was pounding.

How vast could these sacred grounds be? Perhaps dozens of thousands of miles…

Even if he was the saintess, there was no way she just happened to be living nearby the scripture chamber, right?

Should he be walking there every step of the way like a normal human? When would he finally get there?

That was why flight was necessary to reach the scripture chamber.

'But the problem is I don't know how to fly!'

Still, despite Lin Fan's anxiousness, there was no change in his visage. There was no reaction in his eyes, as if he had already wandered beyond the skies.

What should he do?

Fortunately, her personal disciples were quite self-aware and had keen eyes.

Chen Cheng promptly took out a palm-sized raft from amongst the totems she was keeping, and the raft soon expanded against the wind into a leaf raft.

It was not too huge, but it would definitely be enough for ten people.

"At your pleasure, Saintess."

"Hmmm…"

Though the danger had passed, Lin Fan could not remain calm.

Many thoughts crossed his mind when he stood on the flying raft.

For example…

'Is the acceleration of the flying raft quick?

'Is the inertial forces acting on it powerful?

'Since there is nothing to lean on, would I fall once the raft starts moving? That would be utterly embarrassing.'

Fortunately, Lin Fan's worries were proved to be excessive.

Under Chen Cheng's control, the raft took flight steadily and quickly, but without any sudden inertia.

In fact, even though they were gliding through the skies and they were rubbing shoulders with the clouds, Lin Fan did not feel the assault of cold winds.

Anyone looking closely would easily notice that a near-transparent object resembling a bounded-field that blocks any rain and wind.

Oom…

It was not a large raft and it looked quite normal, but where it passed, other flying rafts, flying mythical beast, and sword-wielding immortals all made way—keeping a clear path ahead.

As the saying goes: the mountains need not be high, nor the waters need to be deep—all they need is a sagely resident and a dragon respectively to become famous.

That was why the other immortals upon the other rafts and riding their flying swords would salute or bow from afar when they saw Lin Fan's raft.

He did not have to react all, and merely maintained his cool, arrogant demeanor as the raft flew past them….

At the same time, he realized that he did not fear heights.

After all, they were already thousands of meters up in the air and he still remained so composed, and even had the mood to admire the scenery beneath. That was not a sign of fear toward heights, now, was it?

"Still, there probably wouldn't be any immortals who fear heights, right? They wouldn't dare to fly otherwise…"

Indeed, how would acrophobic immortals end up?

They would not even dare to look at the overly beautiful sights!

After over a dozen minutes, the flying raft gradually descended, and eventually landed on a lone peak.

The peak itself stood over a thousand meters from a single glance, and on top of it was an antiquated building—the scripture chamber.

There was only a small path leading toward it from beneath the mountain, and many were passing through it right now, stepping inside or leaving the building.

Lin Fan's flying raft landed, and the disciples nearby looked on in curiosity, all of them taken aback when they saw him.

"Saintess?"

"Wasn't she supposed to be in seclusion, attempting ascension?"

"Could she have transcended the realm of Refined Void?"

"But nothing much changed in her aura, and it doesn't look like she ascended…"

The many disciples were all very good looking, and they appeared to bear the qi of immortals beneath their robes.

Even so, they were all stunned inwardly but too afraid to show it, and all of them bowed toward 'Qi Zixiao'.

"Saintess…"

"Hmph…"

Lin Fan's expression did not change and remained cool, responding only with a grunt as she continued striding through the terrace. He continued on the small path and headed to the scripture chamber on the mountaintop.

Where he passed, many disciples all withdrew, afraid of being in his way.

Those scenes relieved Lin Fan considerably.

"Looks like I guessed right. Qi Zixiao's rank as saintess is very high in the sect. This way, I would have less chance of blowing my cover, which is good too…"

The small path was craggy and difficult to traverse—to ordinary humans, that is.

Qi Zixiao's body had already been honed with Innate Qi over countless times, and a small path like this did not matter much at all.