Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Avenge our leader!" The Black Tiger Gang members, their eyes bloodshot, swarmed forward.

Zhong Guohong's sword showed no mercy; one strike killed one person, and in the blink of an eye, corpses littered the ground.

Matters of the martial world should be settled within the martial world itself—the government has always turned a blind eye.

If we don't get rid of a few treacherous individuals, we won't build a good reputation, and the troubles will only snowball.

Murong Fu ran a shop in Suzhou Prefecture, and no one dared to mess with him.

The names of Qiao Feng in the North and Murong Fu in the South not only resonated throughout the Song Dynasty, but were also frequently mentioned in teahouses and taverns in Western Xia, Tibet, and Liao.

"Not a drop of blood on it, a fine knife."

He sheathed his sword and stood still for a moment before the men from the Wang Family Escort Agency arrived.

After the goods were handed over, Chung Kwok-hung strolled through the city, buying large and small packages.

Fabrics and silks, gold and silver hairpins, everything was readily available; incense, candles, paper money, firecrackers, and gunpowder for the New Year were also all prepared.

The clothes, shoes, and socks she wore were all hand-sewn by Li Qingluo.

The servants on the island raise pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese, and the vegetable plots are neat and tidy, with fresh vegetables available all year round.

He used saltpeter to make ice and built a cold storage facility to store fish, meat, fruits, vegetables, and delicacies from land and sea.

We returned laden with our cargo and boarded the ship back to Mandala Manor.

"I'll head to Leigu Mountain after the New Year. With my peak acquired cultivation level, where in this vast world can't I go?"

His mind was clear: he would first heal Wu Yazi's injuries, and then naturally take over the position of leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Having saved Wu Yazi and secured his position as sect leader, Wu Xingyun would naturally impart all his knowledge to him.

At that time, the four maids Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, as well as the Western Xia princess, would all be no match for them.

On the day he returned to the manor, he took out various kinds of jewelry and personally put them on Li Qingluo and Wang Yuyan one by one.

A few days later, the servants on the island received their money and returned to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year.

Their indentures were already in Li Qingluo's hands; even if they weren't paid a penny, no one could find fault with them.

But Chung Kwok-hung felt that with the end of the year approaching, giving them some money to help them go home and reunite with their families was both a matter of courtesy and a matter of principle.

The day after the servants left the manor, the manor was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the New Year was officially celebrated.

Li Qingluo is an excellent cook, and Azhu and Abi are also skilled cooks.

The three of them took charge of cooking, while Zhong Guohong, Wang Yuyan, Mu Wanqing, and Zhong Ling were busy putting up Spring Festival couplets, hanging lanterns, and tying colorful ribbons.

As noon approached, firecrackers exploded, their sound shaking the heavens.

Zhong Guohong sat in the center, surrounded by beautiful women, looking relaxed as he slowly sipped and chewed his food, enjoying a steaming New Year's Eve dinner.

The island was quiet and deserted, and he was no longer constrained, so he simply let loose and studied the Yin-Yang True Scripture day and night.

Several hours later, things progressed naturally, and he entered the early stage of the Innate Realm in one fell swoop.

His cultivation level soared, and his combat power skyrocketed.

Opponents who used to require a full-fledged effort to contend with can now be easily crushed.

After the Lunar New Year, Chung Kwok-hung packed his bags—medicinal ointments, pills, gold needles, silver knives, and all the necessary medical equipment—and set off for Leigu Mountain.

The journey was long and the wind was cold; they would have to sleep in the wilderness. He didn't want Li Qingluo and the others to suffer along with him.

Alone, carrying a change of clothes on his back and a long black iron sword in his hand, he rode his horse.

Seemingly carefree, but actually burdened with trivial matters: the horse needs water, feed, and rest.

At this moment, his speed was so great that when he was running at full speed, he was three to five times faster than a thoroughbred horse.

He treads on light dust, his figure as graceful as a willow catkin in the wind, his inner strength not only not waning, but becoming even more abundant.

Not wanting to waste any time, Zhong Guohong determined his location and instantly transformed into a blur, rushing straight towards Leigu Mountain.

We set off at the first light of dawn and stopped when dusk fell.

"Young hero, what brings you here from afar?" Su Xinghe, with his snow-white hair, asked.

"You're Su Xinghe?" Zhong Guohong feigned ignorance.

Su Xinghe nodded and bowed respectfully, "May I ask your esteemed name, young hero?"

"Mandala Manor, Zhong Guohong." He returned the greeting.

"Oh—Young Master Zhong, the Sword King, it's an honor to meet you." Su Xinghe laughed heartily.

"I would like to pay my respects to Senior Wu Yazi," Zhong Guohong said, getting straight to the point.

Su Xinghe's heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned solemn: "My master has long since passed away."

"I can heal Senior Wuyazi's leg injury." Zhong Guohong's tone was calm, but every word was like thunder.

"Bring him in." Wu Yazi's voice came from deep within the stone chamber.

Led by Su Xinghe, Zhong Guohong entered the dimly lit stone chamber. After a moment's thought, he bowed deeply and said, "Zhong Guohong greets Grandfather."

Wang Yuyan was Wu Yazi's lawfully wedded wife, so it was only natural for her to call him "Grandpa."

If we calculate based on Li Qingluo's seniority, then the form of address definitely needs to be discussed separately.

Although the Xiaoyao Sect is known for its free-spirited and unconventional nature, proper etiquette should still be observed when visiting for the first time.

"Who are you?" Wu Yazi asked with surprise and suspicion, his gaze sharp as lightning.

Chung Kwok-hung briefly described the origins of Wang Yuyan and Li Qingluo.

Seeing his handsome face, calm demeanor, and clear and bright spirit, Wu Yazi nodded silently in his heart.

"Grandpa, let me take a look at your legs," Chung Kwok-hung said.

"I know my own body best—you can't cure me," Wu Yazi said firmly.

Xue Muhua is already a recognized master in the martial arts world, and Su Xinghe, as his master, is even more skilled in medicine; Wu Yazi is also Su Xinghe's master, and his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Having suffered broken bones and blocked meridians for many years, he understood the root of the problem better than anyone else, and naturally did not believe that the young man in front of him could come back to life.

"Kill one person for me," Wu Yazi suddenly changed the subject.

"Grandpa, you still have to settle that score with Ding Chunqiu yourself." Zhong Guohong smiled slightly.

"You...recognize him?" Wu Yazi was slightly taken aback.

After exchanging a few words, Chung Kwok-hung bent down to examine the wound closely, then smiled and said, "It can be treated."

"Can you cure it?" Wu Yazi frowned slightly, unable to hide his doubt.

"This is a bone-breaking ointment." Zhong Guohong took out a small celadon jar.

The injury is actually not serious—just a dislocated bone fragment. With proper repositioning, medication, and splinting, the patient can walk freely again in about a month.

He has lived for thousands of lifetimes, immersed himself in the art of medicine through countless reincarnations, and has long since reached the pinnacle of mastery.

In less than ten breaths, the dislocated bones were firmly put back in place.

Then he applied the medicine, wrapped the cloth, and placed the wooden board on top, his movements as practiced and fluid as flowing water.

Three days later, he left behind a jar of bone-breaking ointment and gave Su Xinghe a few words of advice.

He had no intention of attending to the ailing patient, nor was he in a hurry to inherit the martial arts techniques or obtain the sect leader's token.

As he turned to leave, Wu Yazi urgently called out, "Wait!"

"Grandpa, I have important matters to attend to at Mandala Manor. I will visit you another day." Zhong Guohong clasped his hands in farewell.

"Keep this ring and this painting safe." Wu Yazi handed over a Seven Treasures Exquisite Ring and an old scroll.

Zhong Guohong was satisfied and stepped out of Leigushan.

"The Immortal's Ring of Leisure? It's actually a storage ring?"

After a quick assessment at the foot of the mountain, he headed straight for Misty Peak without hesitation.

The cultivation techniques hidden in the ring have an upper limit of no more than the Nascent Soul realm.

"It's a pity there are no spirit stones available. Nowadays, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is as thin as fog, making the path of cultivation as difficult as ascending to heaven."

As dusk approached, he glanced across the forest path and walked toward a solitary wooden cabin.

"Li Qiushui was a concubine in Western Xia... Was she really Li Canghai?"

Knocking on the door to ask for lodging, the person who opened the door was dressed in white, with eyes as cold as stars.