Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Above the level of resentment, there is the level of malevolence; demons are further divided into low-level, mid-level, high-level, and even great demons.

He had only been practicing martial arts for about a year and a half.

Compared to those old guys who spend decades in arduous practice, they are far inferior.

Nothing happened that night, and as soon as it was dawn, he headed towards the Demon Suppression Division.

After completing his mission, he was sent to Lin'an City.

I spent fifty merit points to exchange for a new horizontal sword... The blade is cold and shiny, and it feels solid in the hand.

To do a good job, one must first have the right tools; a good knife makes the work more reliable.

The members of the Eternal Life Alliance showed up in Lin'an.

Shen Changqing was outnumbered and unable to act alone; the Demon Suppression Division had no manpower available.

Lin Quan had just returned to his unit to report his mission when he was immediately called upon to go and provide support.

He's holding back his abilities and doesn't want to be promoted to the Xuan-rank Demon Exorcist yet.

The bounty for the heads of the ghost-level monsters and the rewards for the missions were all spent on the knife.

Want to advance to the Xuan rank? You'll have to keep working hard.

Demons roam the streets, and human geniuses have always been easy targets for demons.

If demons knew that he had reached the Innate Realm after only a year and a half of training, they would probably leave not even a trace of his bones.

About ten days later, Lin Quan entered Lin'an City.

"Brother Lin." Shen Changqing clasped his hands in a respectful greeting. He was the acting magistrate, but he dared not be presumptuous in front of Lin Quan, who was also a Yellow-Rank Demon Exorcist.

"Brother Shen." Lin Quan raised his hand in return.

"I heard that Brother Lin has lost a number of Nether-level monsters?" Shen Changqing asked politely, but his eyes were probing.

"Brother Shen, you flatter me," Lin Quan chuckled. "You can take on a level 50 enemy single-handedly; how could I, with my meager skills, dare to compare?"

Shen Changqing's heart tightened: He figured it out?

He remained expressionless, only saying solemnly, "Brother Lin flatters me. I was barely holding on when dealing with the Netherworld level."

"I was sent here by my superiors to lend a hand," Lin Quan replied smoothly.

"Brother Lin, have you ever heard of the essence blood of demons?" Shen Changqing asked in a low voice.

"Never heard of it." Lin Quan shook his head, his eyes clear, as if he truly knew nothing about it.

Shen Changqing then explained the whole story... The Heavenly Observation Guards confirmed that the Zhang family was harboring evil spirits and had established a stronghold there.

"Brother Shen, you make the decision. I will follow your orders," Lin Quan readily agreed.

Shen Changqing nodded and immediately summoned the heads of the major sects in the city.

"When will we make our move?" Lin Quan asked.

"Once everyone's here, we'll set off tomorrow morning," Shen Changqing said. "The killing will be my responsibility, and I'll trouble Brother Lin to cover for anyone who slips through the net."

Lin Quan nodded: "Okay."

Everyone got what they needed, without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Changqing wants to use his kill count to attack; Lin Quan just wants to live peacefully until he reaches the top.

He would slay demons and eliminate evil spirits without paying or providing any techniques. If he could avoid using his sword, he would never lift an extra arm.

The next day at dawn, Shen Changqing led his men out... Sect masters and city defense soldiers marched in a great procession toward the Zhang family.

Lin Quan, carrying a horizontal sword, trailed at the very end of the group at a leisurely pace.

At the gates of the Zhang residence, martial artists from various factions stood ready in battle.

Lin Quan circled around to the back wall, his sword still sheathed, yet he stood still.

Shen Changqing, carrying a ten-foot-long broadsword, smashed open the middle gate and went straight into the inner courtyard.

Lin Quan stood on the high place, quietly looking down.

Amidst the flashing blades and screams of agony, he remained unfazed.

The long sword takes up a lot of space; those above the Innate Realm, whose sword energy is condensed, find the horizontal sword more convenient to use.

He didn't move at all.

Shen Changqing single-handedly wiped out all the demons and corpse puppets in the Zhang mansion.

After returning to the city, Lin Quan closed the door tightly, sat cross-legged, and devoted himself to practicing the Pure Yang Gong.

Just after 3 PM, a knock sounded at the door.

Upon opening the door and seeing Shen Changqing, Lin Quan smiled and said, "Brother Shen."

"Brother Lin." Shen Changqing handed over several silver notes.

"Thanks." Lin Quan accepted it without refusing.

The Yellow Rank Demon Exorcist's monthly salary is five taels, enough to buy two catties of meat and three jugs of wine, but it won't last more than five days.

Five thousand taels? Enough to buy half a street of shops.

In this world, without money, you can't get anywhere.

"Want to have a couple of drinks?" Shen Changqing invited.

"I was just looking to relax," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

The two chatted and laughed as they entered a brothel, ordered a private room, and ate and talked as they were served.

The young woman played music and sang lyrics; her movements were nimble, and her eyes were bright and clear.

After a hearty meal, Lin Quan returned to his room, closed the door, and continued practicing his martial arts.

With the demon's essence and blood about to appear, no one in Lin'an City dares to sleep soundly.

Whether the task assigned by the Demon Suppression Division can be completed or not is another matter, but at least one must be present.

After practicing for three hours, he lay down, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Concealing one's sharpness, not practicing swordsmanship, not following the fist techniques... the sword is in its sheath, the person is in the game, but the mind is very calm.

fourteen

Even though Shen Changqing was a kind person, Lin Quan had no intention of revealing his true nature.

A tall tree catches the wind, and its sharp edge is easily broken.

In the eyes of demons and monsters, humans are not only food and resources, but also mortal enemies.

Any martial artist with talent has long been targeted and secretly eliminated by them.

"With a major battle imminent, we must first familiarize ourselves with the roads of Lin'an City."

Lin Quan walked along the street, one alley after another, for more than three hours.

We found a restaurant, sat down, and ate quickly, finishing our meal in no time.

After returning to his residence in the county government office, he sat cross-legged and began practicing the Pure Yang Gong.

The Pure Yang Skill he practiced was no longer the original version.

After being refined nine times, the true energy underwent a transformation, its texture becoming infinitely thicker.

A ghostly, bizarre creature, easily destroyed upon contact.

He hadn't encountered any enemies of the Resentment or Fiend levels outside, nor had he seen any demons... He still didn't know if this true energy could kill him with a single blow.

"When I return to the Demon Suppression Division, I must choose a martial art to practice externally."

I took a hot shower after dinner, and I felt much better.

Just as he dried his hair, a woman in red stood silently by the screen, her eyes lowered in a submissive manner: "My lord, I will serve you during your bath."

Lin Quan raised his hand and patted lightly, and pure Yang energy burst forth, instantly turning the woman in red into green smoke, dissipating completely.

"It's a pity there's no display panel, otherwise I could add another kill count."

Even ghostly monsters dare to break into the county government office; the chaos outside is self-evident.

After changing his clothes, he sat upright on the bed, circulating his inner energy throughout his body to temper his muscles, bones, and skin.

Shen Changqing, in the next room, was leaning against the lamp, lost in thought.

"Lin Quan was extremely self-disciplined; even when courtesans got close, he wouldn't lift his eyelids."

"I handed him the silver notes, and he didn't even flinch."

"He joined the Demon Suppression Division a few days earlier than me, yet he has already been appointed as a Yellow-Rank Demon Exorcist."

"He has talent and a stable temperament. If we can keep him under control, he will be a great help when we are clearing out monsters."

"To have achieved this level in a year, one must have extremely high aspirations."

Lin Quan didn't bother to guess what Shen Changqing was thinking, nor did he care.

If he also had that panel, he would be ruthless in slaying demons and monsters... Kill points can be stacked to increase attack power, and once he has enough, he can reach the top in the blink of an eye.

Both were transmigrated, but while others relied on the control panel to ascend to the heavens step by step, he only had an immortal body.

Its self-healing power is extremely domineering; broken bones can grow new flesh, and torn organs can be restored. The more severe the injury, the faster it heals.

Relying on this foundation, he dared to incorporate the fragmented principles he had heard in his previous life into his cultivation technique, repeatedly trying and revising it.

"Pain is just a whetstone."

He bit down on the towel, channeled his inner energy, and violently rammed into his internal organs, twisted and crushed his tendons, tore at his skin and flesh, flushed his meridians, and struck his acupoints.

Old wounds on my body haven't healed, and new ones are already appearing; the pain comes in layers, like needles pricking and ants gnawing, piercing my heart and bones.

Once his true energy was exhausted, he immediately regulated his breathing and resumed his Pure Yang Technique.

As the breath flowed, true energy slowly replenished itself, thread by thread, continuously.

"The total amount of true qi has increased again."

With renewed vigor, he drew upon his inner energy from his lower dantian and channeled it throughout his entire body.

Internal organs trembled, muscles cracked, blood seeped from bone joints, and skin split open...

The excruciating pain surged, almost causing me to faint.