Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture several times, Wang Yuyan's body and mind softened, and her feelings for him were like spring water overflowing its banks, making it difficult for her to control herself.

The following morning, he and his newlywed wife boarded the ship and set off for Mandala Manor.

All the martial arts manuals stored in Langhuan Paradise have long been moved to the manor's secret vault.

What Zhong Guohong was most concerned about on this trip was those secret martial arts techniques.

"Husband, we're almost there." Wang Yuyan's eyes were bright, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"Hmm." Zhong Guohong looked up and saw the Mandala Villa faintly visible in the distance, lying quietly in the heart of the lake.

Seeing her daughter's rosy cheeks and radiant spirit, Li Qingluo was both surprised and delighted, but her heart was filled with doubts.

After having a family dinner at noon, Zhong Guohong, accompanied by Wang Yuyan, strolled leisurely around the island.

After dinner, the two went to their room hand in hand.

In the outer corridor, Li Qingluo heard the noise, her heart tightened, and she felt a mix of emotions.

"It's been more than half an hour, why hasn't it stopped yet?"

She tossed and turned, restless and anxious.

"It must have been almost an hour, right? How could that be?"

The thought suddenly gave rise to a hint of envy, catching even myself off guard.

After Zhong Guohong finished his practice and rested, he put his arm around Wang Yuyan's slender waist and drifted off to sleep contentedly.

The next day, after breakfast, he went straight to the secret scripture room.

I randomly picked up a book, flipped through it from the first page to the last, and read it in one go.

"Does my husband also love martial arts?" Wang Yuyan asked softly, leaning against the door.

"Without my own skills, how can I protect you?" he answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan felt a surge of warmth in her heart and immediately rolled up her sleeves to cook a table of exquisite dishes.

Before long, Li Qingluo approached with light, quick steps, her brows furrowed with weariness.

Zhong Guohong glanced at them and already had a plan in mind.

"Guohong, Yuyan is still young..." She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

He suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching her skin, then his palm grasped hers. He felt her skin was warm, full, and incredibly elastic. He chuckled and whispered, "You...you're not young anymore, are you?"

Li Qingluo felt both ashamed and angry. Her ears burned, and her heart trembled slightly as if it had been struck by something.

"These years have been tough, haven't they?" He softened his voice and approached step by step.

He was never one to follow the rules—this was the world of Tian Long Ba Bu, not the rigidly regulated imperial court.

Li Qingluo was stunningly beautiful and alluring, just what he wanted.

In my previous life, I lived through countless eras in the Swallowed Star, and saw countless beauties, each with their own unique charm, and I never grew tired of them.

Only the monotonous, mass-produced "perfection" fails to arouse his interest.

The woman before me, Madam Wang, was voluptuous yet graceful, with a slender waist and long legs. Every gesture she made exuded mature charm and was incredibly alluring.

Chung Kwok-hung knew that beautiful women were his weakness, but he had no intention of tearing out the flesh that was at the tip of his heart.

If even this little bit of hope is gone, how much flavor will life have left?

"No..." Li Qingluo lowered her eyes, her voice tight, her expression confused.

"Yuyan is still young. As her mother, shouldn't you lend a hand in some matters?" His tone was calm, but every word touched her heart.

Li Qingluo, who was in her early forties, had her appearance frozen at the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight due to her practice of the Lesser Formless Skill. Her skin was fair and firm, and every move she made exuded the unique charm of a mature woman, speaking volumes without words.

A few minutes later, her breathing became erratic, her eyes became hazy, and she went limp in his arms, as if she were drunk.

Zhong Guohong leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, I'll come find you."

"Mmm..." she responded softly, yet with perfect clarity, her eyes closed.

Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger—she is in the prime of her life, the most intense, the most fiery, and the most unwilling to compromise.

The Free and Unfettered Sect has always been both righteous and wicked, acting freely and never bound by conventions.

Li Qingluo's parents both came from the Xiaoyao Sect, and influenced by them from a young age, she naturally possessed a somewhat unrestrained and unconventional temperament.

After spending the entire day flipping through martial arts manuals, as night deepened and everyone was asleep, Zhong Guohong quietly sat up once Wang Yuyan's breathing had become even and she had drifted off to sleep.

Li Qingluo, dressed in a pink silk undergarment, stood quietly in the lamplight, neither refusing nor concealing her hidden heat. She simply lowered her eyes, gently biting her lower lip, and said in a very low voice, "Don't do it here... come with me."

The secret chamber was deep and secluded, containing the essence of all martial arts techniques in the world. Zhong Guohong sat cross-legged, circulating his inner energy through the Yin-Yang True Scripture without any restraint.

In less than half an incense stick's time, sweat beaded on Li Qingluo's forehead, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her mind was already in complete disarray.

The two returned to their respective rooms. Wang Yuyan was still asleep, her waist slender and her body fragrant and warm. She slept soundly until dawn.

Upon waking up in the morning, Chung Kwok-hung suddenly felt that what he had done the night before was still somewhat reckless.

"The world of Tianlong is ultimately just a fictional world, why dwell on it so much?"

"There's little entertainment here, so since I have the energy, I should take on more responsibilities."

After finishing his morning exercises and having breakfast, he buried himself in the secret scrolls again.

The treasures of Langhuan Paradise had long been moved to Mandala Manor by Li Qingluo.

Apart from a few unique martial arts techniques, over 90% of the martial arts techniques in the martial arts world are recorded here.

In just over half a month, he had read through all the classic texts.

Three days later, Murong Fu, along with Bao Butong and others, arrived at the door.

Upon learning that Wang Yuyan had married another man, his expression changed several times, his anger surged, and regret arose in his heart, but he could only suppress it in the end.

His ambition to restore his country had long since consumed his tender feelings; personal affections had long been crushed and cast aside by his own hands.

Li Qingluo coldly saw the group off, then turned and went to the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began to cook.

Chung Kwok-hung studied various martial arts during the day and practiced with his gun at night, its cold light flashing like a dragon.

Ten days later, Wang Zhenyuan personally visited Mandala Villa.

"Uncle Wang," Zhong Guohong greeted him with a smile.

"I'm planning a trip to Dali..." Wang Zhenyuan said.

"When do we depart?" Chung Kwok-hung asked.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling are not yet married, so this trip is perfectly timed.

He saved Wang Zhenyuan's life, but the other party repaid his kindness by gifting him a mansion, helping with his marriage, and even entrusting Wang Yuyan to him.

Although these days were peaceful and tranquil, Chung Kwok-hung always had a clear sense of right and wrong and never owed anyone anything.

"Husband, be careful on the road. I'll be waiting for you at home." Wang Yuyan took his arm and spoke softly.

"Guohong, safety is the most important thing." Li Qingluo stood under the corridor, her gaze calm.

"Mm." He nodded in agreement, and then rode off with Wang Zhenyuan.

During his month-long stay at Mandala Manor, he would practice the Yin-Yang True Scripture every time he gained Yin and Yang energy, and he would give half of it to Wang Yuyan and Li Qingluo.

Benefiting others is benefiting oneself; no effort is ever wasted.

Now, the two men's internal strength is no less than that of Bao Butong.

On the way to Dali, the carriage was empty, and the bandits along the way saw it from afar, but none of them blocked the road.

If there's nothing to rob, what's there to steal?

If you're lucky, you might get a few silver notes; if you're unlucky, you might even lose your life.

The risks are too high, and the potential profits are too small, so it's best to stay away from it.

With Zhong Guohong by his side, Wang Zhenyuan took a gamble and went on a jade-buying spree in Dali, returning home laden with spoils.

Not far from the city, a shadow flashed by in the woods beside the road, and the figure of a masked woman swept past.