163: Imperial Pot Flight

Lin Chuan returned to the courtyard. Before long, as expected, he saw a Disciple walking over quickly. After entering, the Disciple politely called out, "Junior Martial Uncle."

Lin Chuan happily pulled the Disciple forward and pointed at the large pot on the ground, saying, "This pot, twice as big, can you make it?"

The Disciple was completely bewildered and asked, "Is Junior Martial Uncle going to entertain guests? To need such a large pot, there must be quite a few people, right?"

Lin Chuan didn't answer and asked again, "Can you make it or not?"

"A piece of cake," the Disciple said.

The Disciple pulled out some Iron Ore from his Storage Pouch, then with a wave of his hand, his spiritual power transformed into a blazing fire, refining it right there in mid-air.

Within a few minutes, an iron pot twice as large as the previous one landed on the ground.

Lin Chuan nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Look, make a base for me under this pot, it should be shuttle-shaped!"

Although the Disciple was completely bewildered, he still refined it according to Lin Chuan's instructions.

Lin Chuan looked at the large pot with the shuttle-shaped base, nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't wait to jump into the pot.

After sitting cross-legged and trying it out, he quickly stood up and said, "One more thing, add a handle inside this pot for me."

Lin Chuan squatted on the ground and drew the shape of a bicycle handle for the Disciple to see.

The Disciple looked at it and, combined with Lin Chuan's guidance, quickly finished it.

Lin Chuan jumped into the pot again and placed his hands on the handle. Feeling a bit unsatisfied, he took out some beast skins and wrapped them around the handle. Only then did he step out of the iron pot with satisfaction.

Watching Lin Chuan's abstract behavior, the Disciple hesitated for a long time before saying, "Junior Martial Uncle, are you trying to... stew yourself in an iron pot? You mustn't! Our Spirit Realm Sect is still counting on you. Please don't do anything rash!"

Li Rufeng was on the side, his face turning red from holding back his laughter, looking like he was about to pass out.

Lin Chuan rolled his eyes at the Disciple, took a large handful of Spirit Stones from his Storage Pouch, and stuffed them into the Disciple's hand, saying, "You're overthinking it. This is none of your business. Take these Spirit Stones and be on your way!"

The Disciple took Lin Chuan's Spirit Stones and, at a rough glance, estimated there were about a thousand of them.

He hurriedly thanked him, "Then many thanks, Junior Martial Uncle. I'll be going now."

What Lin Chuan didn't know was that after today, a story about stewing oneself in an iron pot began to circulate among the Disciples of the Spirit Realm Sect.

Once the Disciple had left, Lin Chuan couldn't wait to jump into the iron pot. He recited the Sword Riding Incantation, and the iron pot slowly rose into the air.

Lin Chuan gripped the handle inside the pot and let out an excited roar. Due to the presence of the shuttle-shaped base, the iron pot no longer spun this time, making him feel very comfortable!

Lin Chuan piloted the iron pot to land on the ground and said, "This works now. Aside from the wind, everything else is perfect."

Li Rufeng nodded, his face still red, and said, "In that case, let's set off!"

Lin Chuan called over Number 28, his powerful bodyguard, and had her sit in the pot while he climbed in as well.

This pot was much larger than the previous one, so it didn't feel crowded even with two people sitting inside.

Lin Chuan grabbed the handle and shouted, "Let's go!"

The iron pot suddenly soared into the sky, following Li Rufeng as they flew toward the Eastern Territory.

Peak Master Lie Huo, who was on duty at Tianquan Peak, felt someone Sword Flight and immediately shouted, "No flying is allowed within Tianquan Peak except for Disciples of the Hall of Enforcement! Who dares to be so bold, looking for—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a huge iron pot suddenly fly over his head.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and then muttered to himself, "It seems I've been getting too little rest lately. I'm even seeing pots flying in the sky. Once I'm off duty, I need to get some good rest."

Flying in the sky, Lin Chuan and Li Rufeng left the boundaries of the Spirit Realm Sect. Feeling the strong wind blowing against them, Lin Chuan suddenly had a bright idea.

He said to Number 28, "Try putting up a Nen Shield to cover us."

Number 28 was very obedient. She sat in the pot and immediately deployed a Nen Shield, enveloping the large pot.

Inside the Nen Shield, Lin Chuan felt the strong winds around them disappear. He nodded with great satisfaction and said, "I'm still the clever one. This is so much more comfortable!"

Now it was perfect. The entire pot was covered by a bright, yellow, transparent Nen Shield, making it even more conspicuous in the sky.

Li Rufeng, who was leading the way, shouted directly, "You kid, keep your distance from me! Stay away!"

Lin Chuan didn't feel embarrassed at all. It was so comfortable sitting in the pot without any wind; who cared what others thought?

The two of them didn't stop, heading all the way toward the Eastern Territory Imperial City.

During the journey, whenever Lin Chuan's spiritual power ran low, he would absorb Spirit Stones to replenish it. Anyway, he had plenty of them, so many that he found them taking up too much space in his Storage Pouch.

In less than half a day, Li Rufeng's spiritual power also reached its limit. Fortunately, they had arrived at the Eastern Territory Imperial City. He quickly took the lead in landing, wanting to find a place to rest.

When Lin Chuan's large iron pot, covered by the bright yellow Nen Shield, slowly landed on the ground outside the Imperial City, the surrounding Cultivators were all stunned!

In all their years, they had never seen anyone flying on a pot. Moreover, the pot had been modified so strangely that they all stopped to watch, unable to look away.

Lin Chuan acted as if he hadn't seen the looks from the surrounding Cultivators. He slowly climbed out of the pot and put it into his Storage Pouch.

Looking at the high city walls before him, he said to Li Rufeng, "Since we're already here, let's find a restaurant and have a meal!"

Li Rufeng covered his face with one hand and said, "Who are you talking to? I don't know you!"

Lin Chuan ignored him, grabbed his arm, and strode into the city.

The city guards who witnessed the whole thing didn't even dare to stop them, letting the two of them into the city directly.

After entering the city, Lin Chuan asked about the most famous restaurant. Upon learning it was the Tian Yuan Pavilion opened by a Prince, he dragged Li Rufeng straight there.

Entering the restaurant, Lin Chuan sat down at a table with a swagger and shouted, "Waiter! Bring us one of everything famous your restaurant has to eat and drink!"

Lin Chuan's shout immediately drew the attention of others in the restaurant.

A few Cultivators at a nearby table began to discuss in low voices.

Cultivator A: "Where did this cultivator come from? He clearly isn't a local, yet he comes to Tian Yuan Pavilion to act like a big shot."

Cultivator B: "How do you know he's acting? What if he's actually rich? This guy is quite young, after all."

Cultivator C: "Maybe he's some Young Master from a wealthy family. It's better to stay out of trouble; let's not get involved!"

No stereotypical villain jumped out to mock them. Instead, a waiter professionally approached with a menu and invited Lin Chuan to order.

Lin Chuan glanced at it casually. When he saw the prices of the dishes, he was also somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected a simple pot of Spirit Tea to cost 500 Spirit Stones.

However, he was very wealthy. He directly picked several dishes he had never heard of, not even looking at the prices, and ordered a whole table's worth.

Li Rufeng was like someone finding water after a long drought; he immediately began stuffing his face.

Lin Chuan wasn't one to be polite either, and he immediately started feasting greedily.

The people around them watched the old and the young pair, their eyes wide. Where on earth did these two come from? It was one thing to spend money lavishly, but how could they have no regard for their manners at all?