Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Her gaze swept over the seven-jeweled ring on his finger, and her voice was cool: "Young hero, if you don't mind, you may rest here tonight."

"Thank you for your care, fairy." Zhong Guohong cupped his hands, pretending to be very serious.

"A fairy? Ha..." Li Canghai suddenly covered his mouth and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Isn't that right?" Chung Kwok-hung raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Guess how old I am?" Li Canghai's gaze sharpened slightly.

"The fairy's face is like spring water just beginning to flow, she is at most in her early twenties, the most beautiful time of her life." Zhong Guohong sighed inwardly: The Xiaoyao Sect's method of preserving youth is indeed mysterious - if Wu Yazi had not been pushed off the cliff by Ding Chunqiu and wasted decades, judging from his complexion alone, he would not have been more than thirty years old.

"Heh... If I said I'm nearly eighty, would you believe me?" Li Canghai's lips curled slightly.

Comparing ages? He's not afraid of anyone. In his past life, he's lived through countless eras, more than he can count.

Compared to his endless spiritual journey, Li Canghai, who was not even a hundred years old, was as light as a feather.

But the woman in plain clothes in front of him was actually the original body who had never been with a man—Zhong Guohong was shocked and almost dared not think about it.

"What, you don't believe me?" Li Canghai glanced at him sideways.

"It is indeed hard to believe," Chung Kwok-hung said frankly.

"Didn't your parents teach you to be respectful to your elders?" Her eyes sharpened.

"A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections," he answered frankly and without any pretense.

"Believe it or not, I'll make you lie down right now?" She slightly raised her fingertips, a hint of coldness in them.

"Zhong Guohong, the King of Knives, doesn't earn his title by mere boasting." He raised his chin slightly, his expression arrogant.

"Are you really not afraid?" Her voice deepened.

"You can't beat me." His tone was calm, yet his determination was unwavering.

"Oh?" She sneered inwardly—there were only a handful of innate masters in the entire martial arts world, and she didn't believe that a young man who looked to be only in his early twenties could actually step through that door.

"Want to take a gamble?" he suddenly asked with a mischievous grin.

"How do we gamble?" she asked with a half-smile, her sleeves fluttering slightly.

"If I win, you will come with me; if I lose, my life will be yours."

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, I'll send you on your way." Her voice was cold, and before she finished speaking, a palm strike had already arrived.

Zhong Guohong swayed slightly, his quick-witted fighting technique following her every move—in the blink of an eye, she was subdued and unable to move.

Li Canghai was both ashamed and angry. His heart was pounding and shock was rushing to his throat: How could this person be so fast?

After repeatedly practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture, her mental defenses crumbled, and her body succumbed to its allure.

Both of them experienced a leap in their cultivation levels, progressing from the early stage of the Innate Realm to the late stage.

After spending a few days in a mountain cabin, Zhong Guohong felt refreshed and set off with Li Canghai towards Piaomiao Peak.

An ordinary innate martial artist has a lifespan of about 150 years.

Li Canghai is not yet eighty years old; he still has more than seventy years to live.

But with Chung Kwok-hung, a thousand years or ten thousand years is no longer just empty talk.

Is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth so scarce that it's difficult to break through to the innate level?

He holds a treasure basin in his hand, and all kinds of energy can be replicated, condensed, and utilized.

Upon arriving at Misty Peak, Li Canghai called out in a clear voice, "Senior Sister Wu Xingyun, please show yourself!"

The sound was clear and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, echoing throughout every corridor of Lingjiu Palace.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wu Xingyun arrived in mid-air, his feet barely touching the ground, his innate aura emanating subtly.

"Canghai greets Senior Sister." She curtsied.

Wu Xingyun greeted him with a smile: "What a rare guest! What brings you to the mountain?"

"This is my husband, Zhong Guohong," Li Canghai introduced, stepping aside.

"Greetings, Sect Leader." Wu Xingyun bowed solemnly.

"Senior sister, you flatter me," Zhong Guohong quickly returned the greeting.

After spending several days at Lingjiu Palace, he fully mastered the martial arts techniques taught by Wu Xingyun and also developed a deep connection with the four beauties, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju.

Upon hearing that Wu Yazi was still alive, Wu Xingyun entrusted the entire Lingjiu Palace to Zhong Guohong without hesitation and then rushed to Leigu Mountain overnight.

More than ten days later, Zhong Guohong, along with Li Canghai and Mei Lanzhu Ju, returned to Mandala Villa.

After resting for half a month, he traveled light and headed straight west, heading directly for the Western Xia.

With the grand scheme of Tianlong about to begin, his first task was to take Li Qinglu away.

Li Qinglu, a princess of Western Xia, is the granddaughter of Li Qiushui.

He had no interest in Li Qiushui, but he was determined to have Li Qinglu and her personal maid Xiaolei.

He didn't care at all about what would happen to Xu Zhu in the future.

Of the three heroes of Tianlong, only Qiao Feng was upright and courageous, truly worthy of his attention.

Duan Yu was born into the royal family of Dali, while Xu Zhu stumbled upon an incredible opportunity. Both of them had a stubborn and naive streak in their bones, but they were simply favored by God and had smooth sailing in life.

Li Qiushui nodded in agreement, and he then took Princess Li Qinglu of Yinchuan and her personal maid Xiaolei away.

"Two more young ladies have joined us. Now that Xuzhu has taken vows, he should spend his life with the ancient Buddha and the lamp, eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures at Shaolin Temple."

As someone close to the Palace Mistress of Yinchuan, Xiaolei's beauty, figure, and charm are beyond question, as she was destined to be the Consort Shu for Duan Yu.

After returning to Mandala Manor, Zhong Guohong pondered for a moment and then ordered Wang Zhenyuan to find a hundred orphans.

In the world of martial arts, without a foundation, one is nothing but a drifting duckweed.

He has always disliked fighting personally; to let Li Canghai and Li Qingluo do it? That would be a waste of their talents.

A beautiful woman wielding a sword, playing the zither, and dancing is a delight to behold; to fight to the death with her would be a terrible disappointment.

Only a few days after returning to the village, Wu Yazi, Wu Xingyun, and Li Qiushui arrived together.

The three of them immediately recognized the relationship between Zhong Guohong and Li Qingluo, and their expressions varied, but none of them spoke.

The Free and Unfettered Sect has always acted freely and unrestrainedly; matters of mutual consent are not for outsiders to interfere with.

After living in seclusion for decades, Wu Yazi has come to understand many things in recent years and has finally accepted Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui with equanimity.

Ding Chunqiu, the traitor of Xingxiuhai, was killed by Wuyazi himself long ago.

After lingering at Mandala Manor for several days, Wu Yazi, along with Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun, bid farewell and departed.

Wu Xingyun's chronic illness was completely cured, and Li Qiushui's old injuries were healed. Both of them were treated and recovered by Zhong Guohong.

"Li Canghai, whom Wu Yazi sought his whole life, ended up being mine."

As he watched the wooden boat sail away into the distance, Zhong Guohong felt a slight ripple in his heart.

"Nine out of ten things in life are difficult to achieve, but Wu Yazi today is someone many people envy."

Wu Yazi, who once looked to be over forty, now has a handsome face and looks no more than thirty.

His beard, hair, and eyebrows had all turned from frost-white to jet black.

Li Qiushui looked as beautiful as ever, while Wu Xingyun was radiant and looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Zhong Guohong was slightly amazed, but had no other thoughts.

He already had eight maids at home: Li Canghai, Li Qingluo, Wang Yuyan, Li Qinglu, Xiaolei, Mu Wanqing, Zhong Ling, Azhu, Abi, and Meilan Zhuju. He was content, and truly content for the moment.

He tried to integrate the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, Tianshan Six Yang Palm, Star Shift, and Convergence Finger into the Timeless Fist Technique.

This "Fist of Time" may sound like a martial art, but it is actually all-encompassing: it includes fists, palms, fingers, claws, and legs; to put it simply, it is a comprehensive martial arts technique that requires no bare hands.

It took several days to integrate all four unique skills into it.

Another half-day has passed, and the graceful steps have quietly blended into the passage of time without leaving a trace.