Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Within ten days, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong both broke through level 40 in soul power.

Then they found two soul beasts that were about 300,000 years old, fought them until they were barely alive, and then each of them refined them.

He trained his body by day and refined his soul by night, his clothes soaked with sweat, yet his breathing became increasingly steady. His soul power grew without stopping, and before he knew it, he had reached the level seventy mark.

In the distance, in a mountain hollow, a giant, green-scaled python coiled among the trees, its breath deep and lingering.

Lin Quan glanced at them, thought for a moment, and then turned and walked away.

Azure Bull Python...Ming Dynasty.

It shares the same origin as Xiao Wu and is also where Tang San's destiny lies.

Tang San was from his hometown, so he didn't need another 100,000-year soul ring.

The group turned southeast, traversing forests and mountains until they reached the coast. Once in the sea, they dived, battled the waves, and hunted prey, advancing step by step.

They practiced the Xuanhuang Body Refining Technique daily without ceasing, and the Soul Devouring Demon Art continued to operate. With each slaying of a soul beast, they refined its rings, devoured its soul, and transformed its power. The harder their bodies became, the thicker their soul power grew.

The soul beasts encountered on the road can be either killed on the spot or severely injured but spared, all depending on Lin Quan's decision.

One day, deep beneath the sea, a million-year-old soul beast suddenly attacked. Lin Quan neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his hand to meet it. As the wind from his fist passed, half of the beast's torso exploded. Its remnant soul, though not yet dispersed, was already locked in by the Soul Devouring Demon Art and forcibly dragged into his sea of ​​consciousness for refinement.

His cultivation level of spirit refinement subsequently jumped to the late stage of body integration.

"Brother Lin, a million-year-old soul beast can't withstand one punch from you?" Zhu Zhuqing stared at the reflection on the water, her voice ringing out.

"No matter how long you live, you're still a beast," Lin Quan replied calmly.

Seven days later, Zhu Zhuqing fought a dying million-year-old soul beast alone, killing it with a single blow, and then sat down to refine her ring.

Seventeen days later, Ning Rongrong found another dying giant beast in a crevice in the sea. She used the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile True Technique to suppress it, and the soul ring was stripped off and absorbed into her body.

"You're both Soul Saints now." Lin Quan looked at the two of them. "Strive to reach Soul Douluo level this year."

During breaks in their physical training, he helped them raise their spirits again... Level 81, Level 82... all the way up to Level 80.

Ning Rongrong's martial soul had suffered a hidden injury, but Lin Quan brought her several rare ingredients from the Sea Abyss and used a gentle healing method to completely heal it.

After that, they followed the waves, diving into the abyss, using the water pressure to temper their bones and their soul power to forge their meridians. The deeper the sea, the heavier their bodies became, and the more resilient their will grew.

One night, as he surfaced from the sea, bathed in moonlight, Lin Quan clenched his fist and gently vibrated it, his bones humming like bells.

"Peak of the Spirit Weapon Realm... This body is already comparable to a top-tier Spirit Weapon."

Power surged through his limbs and bones. He suddenly looked up at the sky, a thought stirring in his mind: If a god were to descend upon the world, this punch would likely shatter even the god's divine essence.

In the Douluo Continent, the divine ranks are divided into five levels: Hunters and Divine Officials are the lowest; above them are Third-Level Gods and Second-Level Gods; above that are First-Level Gods, known as Chief Gods; and the highest is the God King.

The soul power spread silently, and within a radius of 10,000 kilometers, all the plants, insects, fish, birds, and even the thousand-year-old soul beasts hidden in the crevices of rocks froze, their soul fires extinguished.

On a whim, Lin Quan used his soul power to shape the vessel and his soul skills to imbue it with spirit, and a silver-hued cruise ship materialized out of thin air.

"Others gather their energy to form a sword, but I can gather my soul to form a boat."

The cruise ship cut through the waves, and the three men stood on the deck, their fists and feet moving incessantly. Wherever the ship sailed, the souls of all beings in the vast ocean ceased to exist.

Beneath the surface, among the reefs, the carcasses of colossal beasts lay piled high. Lin Quan never held back when he struck.

It's not that he's unreasonable; it's just that reason has long since lost its voice in the face of absolute power.

"Having reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage in Spirit Refinement, why isn't there a lightning tribulation?"

"I have completed the Mahayana stage... but my physical body can't hold on much longer."

For thirty-six days straight, the Xuanhuang Body Refining Technique was practiced day and night without ceasing. At a certain moment, his bones resonated, his blood and qi became as pure as mercury, and his skin glowed with a pale golden luster.

The body of a low-grade immortal artifact has been formed.

The soul power was released once again... This time, the coverage area was one million kilometers.

In an instant, tens of thousands of soul beasts disintegrated and disappeared, and countless soul rings surged into Lin Quan's body like a tide.

His body felt as light as if a tremendous burden had been lifted, his mind clear and lucid, as if every meridian was breathing and cheering. He stood there, motionless and silent, letting the feeling of fullness surge through his veins.

A few breaths later, the sea in front of the cruise ship rippled slightly, and a figure appeared out of thin air... Tall and slender, holding a scepter, with a cold look in his eyes and a dignified demeanor.

"Who are you?" Lin Quan asked.

"Poseidon." Her voice was not loud, but it was like an undercurrent surging beneath the ice.

"What's up?"

Why did you slaughter all the sea spirit beasts?

"What's it to you?"

Her nine rings shone brightly, her soul power as deep as an abyss, causing the seawater to drop three inches; his rings remained unseen, yet his aura was as steady as a rock. Killing one is to use it; killing a hundred is to use it; killing ten million is still nothing more than using it.

"You're asking for it." Poseidon raised his hand.

"Wait a minute," Lin Quan said.

"If you win, you leave; if you lose, you stay."

She didn't respond; her soul skill had already arrived.

Lin Quan swayed and reappeared behind her, one hand gripping her wrist and the other pressing lightly on the back of her neck... His movements were swift and decisive.

"What are you doing?" She struggled, but couldn't break free.

"The bet is in effect." He said calmly, without smiling or getting angry. "From now on, you belong to me."

Before she could finish speaking, the man had already led her back to the deck.

In less than half a month, Poseidon stopped mentioning the words "Sea God Pavilion" and stopped referring to himself as "this old man." He simply stood quietly by his side, watching the waves, watching the sky, and watching him wipe out the entire habitat of soul beasts with a single finger on the sea.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong ascended to the ninety-ninth level one after the other. The soul power refined by the Soul Devouring Demon Art was extraordinary... It nourished their muscles and bones, tempered their divine sense, and dyed all three of their original soul rings crimson, as intense as blood and as fiery as fire.

"His physical body is comparable to a top-tier immortal artifact, and his divine sense is firmly established at the ninth-tier Xuanxian realm."

"At nineteen years and four months old, in the Douluo Continent, I am unrivaled."

With a slight thought, the entire cruise ship silently transformed into pure soul power, flowing into his upper dantian; with another thought, the soul power soared into the air, condensing into a vermilion bird with outstretched wings, carrying him across the boundless sea and back to land.

He personally brought Qian Renxue and Hu Liena back. From a thousand miles away, with a single thought, he annihilated Qian Xunji, leaving not even ashes behind.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stayed by his side; Dai Mubai returned to Xingluo; of the Shrek Seven Devils, only four remain.

The hot pot restaurant is still in the same place, the storefront is the same, but the signboard has been pried off and replaced, and several unfamiliar faces are squatting at the door.

Lin Quan glanced at it.

Several bodies flew out of the store and crashed heavily into the middle of the street.

The soul power spread out like a net, and the souls of everyone in the Karl family, regardless of whether they were from the main branch or collateral branches, young or old, male or female, were simultaneously annihilated without exception.

The old signboard was hung up again, the old staff were invited back one after another, the fire was reignited, and the spicy aroma returned.

In the private room on the third floor, Poseidon poured tea, Zhu Zhuqing used cloth chopsticks, Ning Rongrong peeled oranges, and Hu Liena served ginseng soup... No one spoke, but every gaze fell on him, natural, resolute, and uncompetitive.