Vast Purple Mansion

"These days, has the Holy Land produced any new spirit pills, cultivation techniques, or spiritual artifacts?" Lin Fan asked.

As a cultivation sect—especially one bold enough to call itself a Holy Land—Lin Fan was certain that the Purple Mansion Holy Land had to be extraordinary.

At the same time, the Purple Mansion Holy Land surely had places like the Artifact Refining Pavilion, Medicine Refining Pavilion, and Scripture Pavilion.

But because he did not know what these three places were specifically called in the Purple Mansion Holy Land, Lin Fan could only ask indirectly, probing from the side.

"This..."

Zhou Yining thought for a moment. "There hasn't been much activity over at the Artifact Refining Pavilion. The Pill Sect, on the other hand, has produced some new pills, but I heard they're all for healing and combat. They probably won't be of much help with Your Highness Saintess's breakthrough."

"As for cultivation techniques..."

"The Seventh Elder recently returned. I heard he brought back some rather interesting cultivation techniques, which have already been placed in the Scripture Pavilion."

Perfect!

Lin Fan's heart settled. "Then let's go to the Scripture Pavilion."

"Yes, Saintess."

The two women guarded Lin Fan on his left and right as they headed toward the Scripture Pavilion.

As Protector Disciples, when inside the sect, their role was actually more akin to doing odd jobs.

After all, if their own Saintess could encounter danger within the Holy Land, then the Holy Land was basically on the verge of being wiped out anyway.

Even so, appearances still had to be maintained.

For example, at that moment, they walked several paces ahead and to the left and right of Qi Zixiao, their eyes constantly watching their surroundings in vigilance.

This made Lin Fan breathe another sigh of relief. If he had been made to walk at the front, he truly would not have known how to get to the Scripture Pavilion.

And then...

Lin Fan: "..."

They had left the Saintess Pavilion and walked barely a hundred paces before reaching the edge of a cliff!

Looking out, countless mountains rose in rows, ancient trees towered into the sky, and auspicious clouds drifted through the air. All kinds of Spirit Beasts he had never seen before either ran across the land or flew through the sky...

Quite a few cultivators were Flying on Swords in the distance, while Flying Boats soared through the nine heavens.

On top of the many mountain peaks stood palaces, large and small, each one extraordinary in its own way.

At the end of his line of sight, a celestial palace floated above the nine heavens, flickering in and out of view amid seven-colored clouds...

Although he did not know how to use the True Essence in his body, Qi Zixiao's body was, after all, that of a peak Spirit Transformation cultivator. Her eyesight was naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

Thus, Lin Fan spotted at a glance the three large, boldly written characters on the plaque of the floating celestial palace: "Purple Mansion Palace."

It was a scene straight out of an immortal realm!

Lin Fan could not help marveling at the sight.

It was enormous!

Even with just this one glance, he knew he had not seen the full extent of the Purple Mansion Holy Land. Yet even so, the sheer vastness of its territory left his heart in turmoil.

But...

There was an even more important problem right before him.

"I actually forgot!"

His heart began to pound wildly.

How large was a Holy Land? It probably spanned tens of thousands of miles...

Although he was the Saintess, it was impossible for him to happen to live right next to the Scripture Pavilion, right?

Could it be that he would have to walk there step by step like a mortal? How long would that take?

Therefore, going to the Scripture Pavilion naturally meant flying.

But the problem was...

I freaking can't fly!

Lin Fan was frantic inside...

Yet outwardly, his expression did not change in the slightest. His eyes were devoid of emotion, as though his soul had already wandered beyond the heavens.

What am I supposed to do now?!

Fortunately, as Protector Disciples, the two women were both very conscientious and sharp-eyed.

Chen Cheng quickly took a palm-sized little boat from her Storage Treasure. In the blink of an eye, the little boat expanded in the wind, becoming a narrow skiff.

It was not large, but it was more than enough to accommodate eight or ten people.

"Your Highness Saintess, please."

"Mm..."

Although the "crisis" had been resolved, Lin Fan's heart still could not calm down. The moment he stepped onto the Flying Boat, his thoughts raced.

For example...

Was the Flying Boat's "takeoff" fast?

Would the force press him back hard?

No, there was no backrest on this thing. Even if there had been one, it would not be called being pressed back—it would be inertia...

So, would he fall flat the instant the Flying Boat took off? That would be horribly embarrassing...

Fortunately, facts proved that Lin Fan's worries were unnecessary.

Under Chen Cheng's control, the Flying Boat rose smoothly. Its speed was fast, but there was no sudden surge of inertia.

Even while flying through the sky shoulder to shoulder with the white clouds, they could not feel the slightest chill of the wind.

Looking closely, it was not difficult to see that a nearly transparent "barrier" of some sort blocked the wind and rain.

Buzz...

The Flying Boat was not large, and it looked quite ordinary. Yet wherever it passed, the other Flying Boats, flying Spirit Beasts, and cultivators Flying on Swords all made way, leaving a broad road ahead.

A mountain need not be high; with an immortal, it became numinous.

A river need not be deep; with a dragon, it became numinous.

A Flying Boat need not be luxurious; with a Saintess aboard, one could do whatever one pleased...

The cultivators on the other Flying Boats and Flying Swords all raised their fists in salute—or even bowed—from far away when they saw her.

Lin Fan did not need to respond at all. He merely had to maintain his cold, aloof expression and fly past...

At the same time, he realized that he seemed not to suffer from acrophobia.

After all, they had already flown several thousand meters above the ground, yet he remained so calm that he even had the leisure to admire the scenery below. He probably was not afraid of heights, right?

"But come to think of it, shouldn't cultivators generally not be afraid of heights? Otherwise, they wouldn't dare fly at all..."

What would happen if a cultivator were afraid of heights?

The scene was too beautiful to look at!

After roughly a dozen minutes, the Flying Boat gradually lowered its altitude and finally landed beneath an isolated peak.

Looking out, the solitary peak stood roughly a thousand meters high. An ancient, unadorned pavilion stood atop it—the Scripture Pavilion.

There was only one narrow path from the foot of the mountain to the Scripture Pavilion. At that moment, quite a few people were coming and going along it.

The instant Lin Fan's Flying Boat landed, the disciples nearby looked over curiously. The moment they saw who it was, they were all stunned.

"The Saintess?"

"Wasn't she in seclusion to break through?"

"Could she have already broken through to the Void Refining Realm?"

"But judging from her aura, it seems exactly the same as before. It doesn't look like she's broken through..."

The many disciples were all handsome men and beautiful women, with none of them lacking in appearance. Set against their Daoist robes, they looked quite otherworldly.

Although they were deeply astonished at that moment, none of them dared show it. They all bowed to "Qi Zixiao."

"Greetings, Saintess..."

"Mm..."

Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged and cold. He merely gave a faint hum before striding across the platform, stepping onto the narrow path, and heading toward the Scripture Pavilion at the mountain's summit.

Wherever he passed, the numerous disciples retreated, not daring to block his path.

This scene after scene put Lin Fan somewhat at ease.

"It looks like my guess was right. Qi Zixiao, this Saintess, has an extremely high position within the sect. That means the chances of being exposed will be much lower. That's good..."

The narrow path was rugged and difficult, but only for ordinary people.

Qi Zixiao's body had long since been tempered countless times by True Essence. This little path was naturally nothing to her.

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