Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

A quest against a Netherworld-level monster rewards three merit points; absorbing its aura with the Pure Spirit Jade Pendant is worth approximately two points; if you accept the quest before taking action, a single Netherworld-level monster is worth five points. Killing it without accepting the quest only counts as around two points.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, let's practice the Soul Refining Technique."

He closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling his soul power and slowly circulating it along the meridians, round and round.

After a long while, he switched to practicing the Pure Yang Technique.

The Nine Revolutions True Scripture has reached its ultimate state, with pure Yang Qi undergoing nine transformations.

By focusing on the Yin meridians and Yin acupoints, the true Qi becomes increasingly refined with each practice.

In the lower dantian, the pure yang qi that had been repeatedly condensed was gradually turning into liquid.

He wondered to himself: If it continues to condense, will it solidify into a solid state?

Just as he entered a meditative state, the ground suddenly trembled.

"An earthquake? Demonic blood manifesting in the world?"

He grabbed the demon-slaying sword, pushed open the door, and went out.

A roar tore through the sky, shaking the rooftops of Lin'an City.

"A single drop of blood can stir up unrest throughout the city; this demon truly lives up to its reputation."

Upon arriving at the county government office, they saw Shen Changqing deploying troops.

"Brother Shen," Lin Quan said with a cupped-hands smile.

"Brother Lin," Shen Changqing returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Is there something you need?" Lin Quan asked casually.

"Brother Lin, the essence of demons is in the mass grave outside the city. How about we go and investigate?"

"Okay," Lin Quan replied readily. Seeing that the other person was not walking fast, he also reduced his strength by three-tenths, his feet barely touching the grass as he followed at a leisurely pace.

His inner energy was abundant, and with his lightness skill alone, he was already much faster than Shen Changqing; if he used the Phantom Movement Technique, he could be even faster. Grasshopper was good at straight-line attacks, and he was fast, but his dodging and evasion were a bit stiff.

On the way, they encountered several martial artists who clasped their hands in greeting: "Lord Shen, Lord Lin, are you two also here to compete for this demon's essence blood?"

"I'm not interested in it," Lin Quan answered bluntly.

Shen Changqing continued, "I have no intention of fighting over it. Whoever has the ability may take it; if no one can take it, to protect Lin'an City..." Before he could finish speaking, the crowd had already moved.

A single drop of blood essence caused everyone to draw their swords against each other.

The martial arts world has no room for compromise; when enemies meet face to face, what sense of propriety is there?

Moments later, the corpse puppet crawled out from the abyss rift.

The mass grave holds countless bones; when stained with blood and essence, the corpses all stiffen, their eyes turning bluish-gray, their claws like iron hooks.

Shen Changqing's heart tightened, but when he turned his head, he saw that Lin Quan's expression was normal, and he was slightly surprised.

The corpse puppets and the warriors instantly clashed and fought each other.

Suddenly, a turquoise blood bead, the size of a fist, floated up from the abyss, its light shimmering... It was the essence blood of a demon.

"Tsk, it's quite shiny." Lin Quan squinted and examined it.

The warriors immediately abandoned the corpse puppets and rushed towards the blood bead like madmen.

Shen Changqing's eyes twitched, and he blurted out, "Brother Lin, something's not right. I'll head back to the city first!"

"Alright." Lin Quan nodded, but did not turn back.

A malevolent monster has emerged from the mass grave. If we don't eliminate it, we'll be unworthy of our job as exorcists.

Once you join the Demon Suppression Division, you take on this responsibility.

Of course, this is on the premise that one's life is not in danger.

If things are really going to be very difficult, he will turn around and leave without hesitation.

But this malevolent monster before us can be dealt with in a single move... What is there to fear?

He slowly drew his demon-slaying sword and walked towards the monster at a leisurely pace.

The power of the soul spread out, revealing every detail within a hundred paces.

When the vengeful monster attacked, the martial artists fell to the ground one after another, their blood splattering everywhere.

Seventeen

Lin Quan picked up a pottery jar filled with the essence blood of a strange creature and said, "Tomorrow at noon, in front of the county government office, this item will be auctioned off publicly. The highest bidder wins... Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

The warriors in the arena had burning eyes, but no one responded. Demon blood essence was rare, and everyone wanted it; but the name of the Demon Suppression Division weighed heavily on them, and no one dared to step forward.

He carried a jar in his left hand and held a sword in his right, engaging in hundreds of battles with the vengeful monster.

His movements were deliberately hesitant, his breathing heavy, and sweat beading on his forehead, giving the impression of utter exhaustion, before finally cleaving the monster's head open with a single stroke.

The dozen or so people exchanged glances and launched their attack simultaneously.

A flash of light, a head rolled off, blood splattered everywhere.

The martial artists watching from afar felt a chill run down their spines, secretly breaking out in a cold sweat... Fortunately, they didn't make a move.

"Tomorrow at noon, in front of the county government office, the essence and blood of demons will be offered to the highest bidder."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Quan turned and walked away, his steps steady and his clothes perfectly in place.

If you encounter a monster on the road, kill it without hesitation or avoidance.

After circling the city and clearing out several streets and alleys with swift strokes of the knife, we returned to the inn to rest.

The next day at noon, he stood on the stone steps of the county government office on time.

"A single dose of essence blood, starting bid 10,000 taels."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and he personally took the gavel.

Shen Changqing stood to the side, his fingers slightly curled inside his sleeve.

He didn't care about this thing at all, thinking it was just ordinary filth; but when he heard the bids swirling, his heart skipped a beat... If he had known it could sell for 200,000, how could he have stood by and watched?

"Ten thousand taels!"

"Eleven thousand!"

"Thirteen thousand!"

……

"One hundred thousand!"

Before an incense stick could burn, the gavel fell and the final note was made. Lin Quan took the two hundred thousand-tael silver notes, his fingertips rustling as he rubbed the paper, and then handed over the pottery jar.

The moment the sect that received the jar drew their sword, blades were already silently drawn from their sheaths all around.

Shen Changqing stepped forward, his voice like an iron bell: "Within Lin'an City, under the jurisdiction of the government. Anyone who dares to draw their sword and draw blood here will be arrested on the spot without mercy."

The disciples from each sect withdrew from their stances, their Adam's apples bobbing, and dared not move again.

"Congratulations, Brother Lin!" Shen Changqing cupped his hands, his smile genuine, but a hint of bitterness rose in his eyes.

When the Zhao and Zhang families were destroyed, he received 30,000; but this jar of blood in front of him could earn him 200,000 with a wave of his hand.

If I had woken up half a day earlier... well, it would have been too late for regrets.

After the meal, Lin Quan bought several thousand taels of medicinal herbs and went back to his room to decoct and drink them.

"The Lin'an pharmacy has run out of good ingredients."

"Now that the new magistrate has arrived, I should return to my post to report."

After finishing the medicine, sit cross-legged and regulate your breathing. First, circulate the Soul Technique three times, then switch to cultivating the Pure Yang Technique.

His mind was clear:

There are superior and inferior methods of attack, but there is no noble or base meaning.

The three floors of the library do not contain more words or more powerful characters; they simply reveal the true meaning of the text more clearly.

What others have figured out may not be the same as what you do.

Pure Yang Gong is dominated by Yang and fire; its true meaning lies in intensity, blazing, rising, and burning.

The illusory movement is characterized by its speed and traces, its true meaning perhaps resembling the formlessness of the wind and the fleeting nature of light and darkness.

With all distracting thoughts gone, he sat quietly and meditated.

A gentle morning breeze caresses the face, and the sun rises in the east, hanging high in the sky.

Suddenly sensing something, he gathered firewood, started a fire, and squatted by the stove.

After watching the fire for three days, the flames flickered and smoldered, until finally a connection was made.

The true meaning of Yang Fire is complete.

"Pure Yang Qi can burn objects to start a fire, so there's no need to carry a flint and tinderbox anymore."

The next morning, he stood on the crenellations of the city wall, letting the wind pass through his sleeves.

The true energy flows freely, warm but not dry, scorching but not burning; its power is no longer what it once was.

If one further comprehends the meaning of wind and emptiness, the Illusionary Body Technique will surely reach a higher level.

Where does the wind come from? It's just the turbulence of air currents;

What cultivators seek is not its form, but its momentum, its changes, and its elusiveness.

He remained motionless, intently observing.

The Yang energy has been activated, the fire energy is clear, the wind energy flows naturally, and the light and darkness emanate from it as well…

Their movements are swift as the wind, their afterimages appear and disappear like the alternation of day and night.

Unfortunately, the concept of space remains elusive, like viewing flowers through mist, beyond our comprehension.

"The Phantom Movement Technique integrates three intentions; the Pure Yang Skill contains two intentions."

"The intent of the sword, the intent of the fist, light, darkness, yang, fire... all six true intents reside within me."

With renewed spirits, they went down to the city to find a tavern, where they ate heartily, enjoying large bowls of meat, strong liquor, and hot soup.

For the next few days, he stayed indoors except for three meals a day.