Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow wildly again with the spring breeze—kill them." He added calmly.

Xiao Yu swept his longsword horizontally, and two heads fell to the ground with a thud.

"Miss Nalan, please take the body away. Don't forget, you and Xiao Yan still have a three-year agreement." Zhong Guohong turned to Nalan Yanran, his tone as usual.

"I understand." She quickly put the corpse into her storage ring, her steps hurried, not daring to linger for even a moment.

"Xiao Yan, I believe you. Three years from now, why not take that girl from the Nalan family into your household as a concubine..." He patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, glanced at Ling Ying out of the corner of his eye, and then turned and left with Xiao Yu and Ya Fei.

As he strode across the threshold of the Xiao residence, he didn't even turn his head, only saying, "If the Yunlan Sect is not satisfied, tell them to come directly to the Zhong residence to find me."

The main hall of the Xiao residence.

"Ge Ye's skills are superior to all of ours, how could Xiao Yu possibly have done it?" The Second Elder was utterly astonished.

"With a single sword strike, Ge Ye didn't even have time to raise his hand—could it be that Xiao Yu has already advanced to the Dou Wang level?" the Grand Elder muttered to himself.

"Xiao Yu has only been married into the Zhong family for two months..." The Third Elder became more and more alarmed as he pondered this.

For the Xiao family of Wutan City, the Yunlan Sect was a colossal force to be revered, and Zhong Guohong himself was like a deep, still pool, its depths unfathomable.

Xiao Yu's cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds, which would have been impossible without Zhong Guohong's support.

"Xiao Ning, in your spare time, visit the Zhong residence more often," Xiao Zhan said after a moment's thought.

"Yes." Xiao Ning nodded in response.

Back in her room, Xiao Xun'er softly called out, "Elder Ling."

"Miss." Ling Ying appeared silently in a flash.

"What level is Brother Zhong at now?" Xiao Xun'er asked directly.

"I can't see through him. He's at least at the Dou Zun level—he sensed me just now," Ling Ying replied truthfully.

"What about Ya Fei and Xiao Yu?" she asked again.

"Ya Fei is a two-star Dou Huang, and Xiao Yu is a one-star Dou Huang."

"Xiao Yu... has he really reached the first star of Dou Huang?" Xiao Xun'er's pupils contracted slightly.

"It seems that Zhong Guo is on Xiao Yan's side right now." She felt a sense of relief.

Back at the Zhong residence, Zhong Guohong ordered the bathtub to be filled. The hot water steamed, and Xiao Yu and Consort Ya accompanied him as he lazily soaked in it, feeling refreshed.

"Brother Hong, aren't we being too high-profile?" Xiao Yu asked softly.

"It wasn't us who arrogantly came to break off the engagement back then, it was the Ling family," Zhong Guohong retorted with a smile.

"The Yunlan Sect is unlikely to give up." Ya Fei frowned slightly—the Yunshan Sect Master was a true Dou Zong powerhouse.

"Don't worry about it, nothing can cause trouble." He said casually.

"Brother Hong, just how strong are you?" Ya Fei couldn't help but ask again.

"Stronger than you think, no weaker." He didn't go into details: the Chaos Divine Technique had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, and the Ten Tribulations Secret Manual had been perfected; relying solely on his physical body and divine sense, without relying on external objects or using any spells, he could suppress a Dou Zun.

The three humanoid puppets, clones of Earth, possess combat power comparable to a sixth-order universe lord; a world lord-level being from the Swallowed Star World, capable of slaughtering tens of thousands of Dou Di in the blink of an eye.

The sound of metal clashing against metal continued for several hours. Zhong Guohong fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until the sun was high in the sky.

Yafei gracefully rose to her feet; breakfast was already prepared and smelled delicious.

After finishing his meal, he sat quietly and regulated his breathing, circulating the Yin-Yang True Scripture for half an hour.

"Ya Fei is a three-star Dou Huang, and Xiao Yu is a two-star Dou Huang—their foundations are solid, not bad."

In the open space of the courtyard, he silently practiced the "Dragon Elephant Undying Technique," his muscles and bones resonating.

The stronger one's physique, the greater the power that one's consciousness can wield.

There's no rush to find the fire—the strange fire is inextinguishable, and the treasure basin can take it all.

He has replicated every kind of strange fire that Xiao Yan has ever obtained.

The "Blazing Sun True Scripture" is a hundred times more effective at refining flames than the "Burning Technique".

After a while, a knock came at the door.

"Who?" Chung Kwok-hung asked loudly.

"Brother, it's me." Xiao Ning's voice came from outside the door.

Chung Kwok-hung stepped forward, opened the door, and said with a smile, "A rare guest indeed! What brings you here?"

"Just here to freeload a meal." Xiao Ning grinned, making no attempt to hide it.

"Alright, I'll let your sister Yafei show off her skills later." He agreed loudly.

Xiao Ning is Xiao Yu's younger brother and also his brother-in-law.

Seeing that he had not yet stepped into the threshold of becoming a fighter, Zhong Guohong took out several pills, handed them to him one by one, and instructed him to take them on the spot.

Just before the meal, Xiao Ning's aura suddenly changed, and he stepped into the ranks of Dou Wang, entering the first star level.

"Keep these and take them in portions when you get back. Don't let anyone else know." He then handed over a small jade bottle.

"Thank you, Brother Xie!" Xiao Ning was overjoyed.

They ate lunch together, and after the meal, Xiao Ning took his leave.

As soon as he stepped through the gates of the Xiao residence, the First Elder strode towards him, asking, "How was it?"

"I just had a meal," Xiao Ning replied casually.

"What level is your sister at now?" the elder asked.

"A one-star Dou Wang." He mumbled—he had secretly asked his sister at lunch and learned that she was actually a one-star Dou Huang, which almost made him break his chopsticks.

The moment the news of Xiao Yu's advancement to the One-Star Dou Wang realm reached his ears, the Grand Elder's teacup trembled slightly, spilling half an inch of tea. He froze on the spot, his lips slightly parted, unable to close for a long time.

"Elder, I couldn't sleep last night, so I'm going back to my room to rest." Xiao Ning clasped his hands in farewell and took his leave.

"Go then." The elder's eyebrows relaxed, and his smile extended all the way to the corners of his eyes.

"If my sister weren't already a one-star Dou Wang, why would he treat me so kindly?" Xiao Ning rushed back into the house without touching the ground, took out a second-tier Dou Wang pill, swallowed it, sat cross-legged, guided the medicinal power into his meridians, and slowly refined it.

One pill after another, the medicinal power surged like a tide, and his cultivation level rose layer by layer—until he became a nine-star Dou Wang, his aura as steady as a newly formed mountain.

In the backyard of the Zhong family mansion, the ground is paved with blue bricks, and bamboo shadows sway.

With his longsword in hand, Zhong Guohong lightly tapped the tip of his sword as he demonstrated to Xiao Yu and Ya Fei how to break down the starting stance, ending stance, and three turning joints of the Jade Maiden Sword Technique.

Having immersed himself in the world of Jin Yong's novels for decades in his previous life, he had seen countless sword styles and personally practiced over a thousand sword moves.

The Ancient Tomb Sect is aloof and solitary, while the Huashan Sect is elegant and lofty. After years of revision and reworking, the Jade Maiden Sword Techniques of both sects have become even more graceful and fluid, yet their killing intent is more deeply hidden and swifter.

In terms of the exquisite techniques and visual rhythm alone, there are only a handful of masters in the world who can rival it.

While the Dugu Nine Swords are undeniably fierce, they disregard appearance and form, making their entry threshold frighteningly high.

Consort Ya's features were exquisite, and Xiao Yu was dashing and heroic. Such women should naturally wield a plain sword, walk with lotus-like steps, and dance in the wind, creating a pure and elegant sword light.

"Ya Fei, Xiao Yu, I will be away for a few days." Zhong Guohong sheathed his sword.

"Brother Hong, is something urgent?" Xiao Yu asked, looking up.

"Find some rare medicinal herbs and refine a batch of Douhuang Pills," he replied briefly.

"We'll wait for you to come back." Ya Fei smiled with her eyes lowered, her fingertips gently tracing the scabbard, her tone soft yet resolute.

"Hmm." He nodded, and a white shadow quietly emerged from his sleeve, disappearing silently into the shadow of the eaves—it was the humanoid Xiaobai he had created with a secret technique, intelligent and perceptive, providing protection.

Not a single bird was startled as he left the city. Zhong Guohong moved with the speed of the wind, his divine sense spreading out like a net, sweeping over mountains, ravines, dense forests, and deep valleys.