Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He caught it, tossed it casually, and the card disappeared into his spatial ring without a trace.

"Master Zhong, do you have any other pills on hand?" She raised the corner of her eye slightly and blinked.

"Little fox." He sighed inwardly, then took out nine celadon medicine bottles from his sleeve and said calmly, "Alchemy is my profession. These first to ninth-tier Douzhe pills are specially prepared for Douzhe of each tier."

Gu Ni stepped forward to examine it, but after only a slight touch, his expression faltered, and he silently shook his head.

The alchemy techniques in the Doupo world are worlds apart from the true art of alchemy.

A rounded shape is not evidence of an elixir; Shaolin's Great Rejuvenation Pill and Small Rejuvenation Pill, despite having "Dan" in their names, are actually pills.

Many so-called "elixirs" in the Dou Qi Continent, even if their effects far surpass those of the Great Rejuvenation Pill, are still essentially just pills, powders, ointments, and elixirs.

"Please, Master Zhong, explain further," Ya Fei said, composed herself.

"The first-tier Fighter Pill is for those at the peak of Fighting Qi to immediately advance to Fighter; the second-tier pill is for one-star Fighters to directly reach two stars; and so on—the ninth-tier pill is for eight-star Fighters to immediately leap to nine stars." His voice was not loud, but every word was firm.

"Does Master Chung intend to sell it directly, or have us auction it on his behalf?" she asked.

"Sell directly."

"So... do you have a price in mind?"

"The efficacy of the medicine has not been verified. A high price would be unrealistic, and a low price would be disrespectful—so tell me, what price should we set?" He smiled slightly.

Ya Fei remained silent for a moment. Gu Ni lowered her eyes and stood as still as a pine tree.

"I see you haven't yet entered the realm of a Fighter." He suddenly raised his eyes, his tone casual. "If you have the guts, why not try it yourself—one pill for each of the nine ranks, all on me."

The Temir family is one of the three top powers in the Gama Empire. As a direct descendant of the family, Ya Fei didn't take the intentions of the person in front of her seriously at all.

Bitmir was too weak to dare to have any ill intentions towards her;

Bitmir is too strong; even if she wanted to stop him, she couldn't.

She paused, then flicked her finger and swallowed a first-tier Douzhe pill.

The medicine is mild and gentle, like spring water flowing through the meridians—the internal vision is clear, the qi swirls naturally, and it is all done in one go.

"The pills I refine do not damage the source, continue." Zhong Guohong raised his hand to signal.

Ya Fei took several pills in succession, and her aura rose steadily, remaining firmly at the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Zhe level.

"I have eight of each of the first to ninth rank Fighter Pills left. Name your price," Zhong Guohong said.

"Master Zhong... twenty million gold coins, is that alright?" Ya Fei asked tentatively.

"Sure," he readily agreed. He had feelings for Ya Fei, and he didn't really care about the amount of money.

She paid ten million gold coins first, then said softly, "The auction house can't raise the full amount right now. Where are you staying? I'll personally deliver the remaining funds once they're ready."

"The old house is too dilapidated; I'm planning to move." Chung Kwok-hung replied.

"What a coincidence—we still have a vacant mansion under our name..." Ya Fei's eyes flickered slightly, her mind made up.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." He didn't refuse.

The house was given away for free; I didn't have to spend a single penny, saving me the trouble of choosing and buying it.

"I'll take you there." Ya Fei's lips curled up slightly.

"Thanks." Chung Kwok-hung nodded.

She went back to her room to bathe and change, and then led him to the mansion.

The courtyard, spanning over a thousand square meters, features pavilions scattered throughout, with more than ten servants standing at their sides.

"Take everyone with you, I prefer peace and quiet," Chung Kwok-hung said.

"Okay." Ya Fei nodded.

He casually handed over a pill: "Consider this a thank you gift for making this trip."

"This is...?" Ya Fei hesitated before taking it.

"A first-tier Battle Master Pill." He took out a cigarette and lit it with a click.

"Battle Master Pill?!" Her eyes trembled, both surprised and suspicious—it was already astonishing that someone under twenty could refine Battle Master Pills, let alone reach the threshold of Battle Master Pills.

"Could it be... that he has feelings for me?" The thought flashed through my mind.

"Its effects are similar to the Fighter's Pill, but the requirements are higher," Zhong Guohong said in a flat tone.

"Master Zhong, what rank of alchemist are you?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Probably... a little higher than you think." He said with a half-smile.

After a few casual words, Consort Ya took her leave with her servants.

Chung Kwok-hung stood alone in the courtyard, raising his hand to hang up the newly made plaque—

The ink on the two characters "顺府" was still wet.

The treasure basin quietly began to turn, and the entire mansion silently transformed: the beams and pillars shone, the floor tiles became glossy, and the plants sprouted new greenery, instantly becoming completely transformed.

Back at the Temir Auction House, Ya Fei closed the door and swallowed the Battle Master Pill.

In a short while, her body was covered in a thick, grayish-black sweat, and her cultivation level had jumped to the first star Dou Master. She quickly washed herself clean and smiled at herself in the bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror had exquisite features, a slender waist, and a radiant figure.

"I've really become a Battle Master... Master Zhong probably has something even more powerful in his possession."

Thinking of that man's upright figure and calm demeanor, her smile deepened.

Zhong Guohong strolled to the gate of the Xiao residence, saying he was looking for Xiao Yan.

Even though he lost all his talents, Xiao Yan was still the only son of the Xiao family patriarch.

The gatekeepers dared not delay and immediately turned and rushed inside to report.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yan had already dashed out of the mansion like a gust of wind.

"Want to grab a couple of drinks?" Chung Kwok-hung offered him a cigarette.

"Alright, Brother Zhong!" Xiao Yan answered promptly.

The two chose a quiet restaurant and went up to a private room on the second floor.

As soon as a few side dishes were placed on the table, Zhong Guohong took out a celadon porcelain jar—the seal was still intact, but the aroma of wine was already permeating the air.

"A century-old Wuliangye?" Xiao Yan's eyes widened.

"I picked up a Qiankun Ring in my past life..." Chung Kwok-hung said earnestly, as if it were true.

His divine senses, like a curtain, silently descended. No one, inside or outside the house, could utter a single word.

Yao Lao was trapped inside Xiao Yan's ring, completely unaware of the sounds from the outside world.

"Brother Zhong, do you still have any cigarettes? Can you spare a few packs for me?" Xiao Yan's eyes sparkled, his tone full of eagerness.

"Take the whole pack of 'Hua Zi' cigarettes and a lighter—come find me anytime when you're done." Chung Kwok-hung casually handed over a pack of cigarettes and a shiny metal lighter.

"Thanks!" Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow, his smile reaching his eyes.

"Have you mastered the Hunyuan stance? And the Xingyi Five Elements Fist?" Zhong Guohong asked casually.

"That's about it," Xiao Yan replied crisply.

The food and drinks were served, and people sipped their glasses and chatted non-stop. More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, Zhong Guohong led Xiao Yan straight back to his newly acquired residence.

"This is my new home. If you need anything in the future, just come here to find me."

After watching Xiao Yan's figure turn the corner, Zhong Guohong went into the courtyard, leaned back in the rocking chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Just after three o'clock in the afternoon, Consort Ya stepped lightly and knocked on the gate of the Zhong residence with her fingertips.

"Hey beautiful, what's up?" Chung Kwok-hung looked up and asked with a smile.

Ya Fei was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Master Zhong, there is an auction tonight."

What time does it start?

"Six o'clock sharp."

"We still have plenty of time—shall we take a walk together?" he suggested with a smile.

"Okay." She nodded in agreement.

The two walked side by side, their clothes fluttering slightly, attracting passersby to stop and secretly marvel.