It didn’t take long for Rinne to arrive at her new house.


    The house was a larger house compared to the one she rented in the outer sect area. It consisted of two connected buildings—one small and one large—with rounded roofs like igloos, and the entire building made of an unknown material. The unique architecture gave the house a distinct charm.


    The property included a courtyard that could be used to grow plants and herbs. Unlike the rented planting lands in the outer sect area, which were essentially exploitative as planters had to hand over 70% of the harvest to the sect, this courtyard came with no such obligations. This was one of the privileges of being an inner disciple renting a house in the inner sect area. However, the types of plants that could be cultivated here were still somewhat limited.


    Using her token, Rinne entered the house.


    She began by inspecting the interior, ensuring everything was in order. The spacious rooms and thoughtful layout exceeded her expectations. Once satisfied, she sat down and accessed the Soul Library to start designing a new atelier formation. However, as she sketched out her ideas, her mind couldn''t help but wandered to her first atelier in the outer sect area.


    She paused, her virtual pen hovering over the blueprint.


    "That atelier is already well-equipped, I spent so much effort setting it up. Just abandoning it... It feels like such a waste to throw it all away..."


    The thought lingered, and she began reasoning with herself.


    But suddenly, an idea sparked, and her eyes lit up.


    "Wait, why not keep them both?"


    Her identity as an outer disciple wasn’t erased, and she still possessed her outer disciple token. Moreover, the puppets she was working on would be ready in a few weeks, adding another layer of utility to her plan.


    She tapped her pen against the table.


    The idea began to take shape in her mind—a dual-role strategy. The masked Rinne could continue operating in the outer sect, while the real Rinne would focus on her role as an inner disciple of Alchemy Peak.


    With renewed focus, Rinne revised her design plans. She decided not only to establish a second atelier but also to create a passageway between the two ateliers. In other words, a teleportation circle.


    However, she knew that a simple teleportation circle wouldn’t suffice. Unless the elders’ spiritual senses were conveniently crippled, they would undoubtedly detect the spatial fluctuations, leading to significant trouble. She concluded that a special isolation formation would be necessary to mask the spatial movement entirely.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    ''A teleportation circle would be good, but it must be undetectable by the elders'' spiritual senses.''


    With these considerations in mind, Rinne plunged back into her work, meticulously crafting the designs for her ambitious project. She took a significant amount of time perfecting the designs of her formation in the Soul Library. However, in the real world, only a few moments had passed.


    Her ability to compress extensive mental work into mere seconds was both a blessing and a curse. As expected, a familiar dull ache started to throb in her temples, the price of intense mental exertion.


    She sighed and steadied her breathing, letting her discomfort subside a little. Without delay, she retrieved a formation plate, containing the Array Creation Formation from her spatial bag. Holding it in her hands, she activated it, infusing it with spiritual energy.


    The moment the formation activated, the room began to distort, as if the very fabric of space was bending to her will. The transformation process was not instantaneous. Minute by minute, the formation consumed an immense amount of energy, its complexity far surpassing her expectations. What she assumed would take only a few hours stretched into a grueling twelve-hour ordeal.


    Throughout this time, Rinne sat cross-legged in the center of the room, enduring a constant wave of mental strain. Her head pounded as if a storm was raging within her mind. She gritted her teeth and channeled her spiritual energy according to the Hibiscus Rebirth Tempering Art, which helped reduce the pain to a manageable level. Still, the process was far from pleasant.


    When the formation’s glow finally dimmed, signaling its completion, Rinne opened her eyes. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and sweat drenched her robes. Yet, the sight before her was worth every ounce of effort.


    The modest house she had initially entered was no more. In its place stood a structure reminiscent of a palace. The interior was vast and intricately designed, with soaring ceilings, smooth surfaces glowing faintly with embedded spiritual runes, and interconnected chambers tailored for her alchemy and crafting pursuits. Every detail aligned perfectly with the vision she had conceptualized.


    Thanks to the high concentration of spiritual energy in the inner sect area, especially at Alchemy Peak, Rinne could achieve far more than she ever could in the outer sect.


    She intended to make this atelier her base of operations—a center for alchemy, metal refining, greenhouse cultivation, and countless other experiments. Her first atelier in the outer sect, by comparison, would only need to sustain basic functions to maintain its space. This division of purpose suited her dual-role strategy perfectly.


    One of the new rooms was dedicated to housing a medium-sized teleportation circle, sufficient for a single person to traverse. However, the circle remained inactive as it required a second node to function—something Rinne planned to install in her first atelier later.


    Rinne exhaled slowly, allowing a rare smile to tug at the corners of her lips.


    "Finally,"


    She murmured with a voice soft but filled with satisfaction.


    Shaking off her fatigue, Rinne lay down on the floor. Despite the physical toll, she felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. For now, she decided to rest. There would be many things to do tomorrow, and she needed her full strength to face them.


    But as she glanced around her new atelier, Rinne couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement.