Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

I bought two girls who were good-looking and had well-proportioned figures, so I could relax during my breaks from practicing martial arts.

A month later, the transfer order came down, and he was sent to Jincheng.

At the same time, Shen Changqing was also transferred there.

"If you won't let me live in peace, then wipe out the barbarians."

Lin Quan carried a knife and left the city.

Monsters and demons are mortal enemies; the Eternal Alliance is backed by demons.

The barbarians, who colluded with the Eternal Alliance, were also mortal enemies.

He never spared his mortal enemies.

"120,000 barbarian soldiers? They think they can withstand a single blow from my blade?"

A dark mass appeared in the distance, and he charged forward with his knife.

"A waterfall cascades down!"

The blade flashed and cleaved the figure in two, leaving a long trail of blood.

"Sweep through the enemy ranks!"

The blade swept across, and more than a dozen heads flew off in unison, their eyes still open when they landed.

With the Demon-Slaying Blade in hand, the barbarian soldiers were no different from straws; one slash and they were gone, swift and decisive.

Commander Meyer had just drawn his sword when he was cleaved in two, his internal organs splattering all over the ground.

Lin Quan used his light-footed skill, "Flying on Grass," to weave back and forth through the army formation.

A flash of light, and heads rolled to the ground; a casual flick of the wrist, and a dozen lives were gone.

The Qin scouts, hiding on high ground, saw this and felt a chill in their hearts, yet their feet couldn't help but feel a burning sensation.

The barbarian army began to scatter, and he chased after them, hacking and slashing as he went.

The pile of corpses grew higher and higher, and fewer and fewer people tried to escape.

"The killing intent has become even stronger... The Killing Blade Technique has advanced to another level."

He didn't bother chasing those who pretended to be dead or ran away; he didn't miss a single one of the rest.

"Demons and monsters wreak havoc on the world, and barbarians still dare to invade our borders; they deserve to die."

A murderous aura surged within him, and he continued his journey without stopping, killing one person at a time.

Of the 120,000 troops, he single-handedly slaughtered most of them.

The spoils alone, including gold, silver, and banknotes, were worth three million taels.

This doesn't even include those medicinal herbs that are old and of good quality.

Nowadays, killing barbarians serves two purposes: to eradicate their roots and to earn money.

A million barbarian soldiers invaded the country, burning, killing, and looting; their deaths were entirely justified.

The true meaning of killing shines brighter with each passing moment; the more you kill, the faster your blade becomes, and the deeper your intent grows.

When dealing with foreign races, he believed in an old saying: "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts."

"That barbarian grandmaster? Let's find a secluded spot and take care of him."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he turned and ran away.

The grandmaster, enraged, gritted his teeth and gave chase.

An hour later, Lin Quan suddenly stopped and swung his knife in a backhand motion.

The blade flashed like lightning; the grandmaster didn't even have time to parry before his chest was pierced, and he fell to the ground lifeless.

"Heavenly Wrath Blade? A divine-grade horizontal sword, quite good quality."

Unfortunately, after searching his entire body, he couldn't find the storage ring.

After the battle ended, he tallied up his spoils, found a secluded spot under a cliff, hastily swallowed some medicinal herbs, and rested against the rock wall for the night.

As soon as it was light, he went to another barbarian army.

Within the territory of the Great Wilderness Prefecture, there was a million barbarian soldiers pressing in.

Lin Quan plans to cut off 100,000 of its value in one day.

His muscles and bones were frighteningly strong, and his stamina seemed bottomless.

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Among the looted goods were many valuable medicinal herbs.

Some medicinal herbs, after being refined, can strengthen muscles and bones;

Some can enhance pure Yang energy;

Some can nourish the soul.

Lin Quan fought with increasing ferocity, slaughtering all the barbarian soldiers he encountered along the way.

Even a mighty ape couldn't withstand his blade, and a grandmaster couldn't parry his attack.

He could easily wipe out dozens or even hundreds of barbarian soldiers below the Grandmaster level with a wave of his hand; heads rolled as the blade flashed.

Occasionally, they unleash a powerful attack, causing hordes of enemies to fall.

Most of the time, he only needs one strike to kill one person, quick and decisive.

Physical strength seemed inexhaustible, but even the abundant pure yang energy was ultimately finite.

But with the Heavenly Wrath Blade in hand, Lin Quan's combat power suddenly increased significantly.

This sword's power far surpasses that of the Demon-Slaying Sword.

"Have the barbarian troops here withdrawn?"

"Is this place empty too?"

After searching several places without finding any trace of the enemy, Lin Quan's anger flared, and he drew his sword and plunged straight into the wilderness.

Chewing medicinal herbs as I walked, my energy and spirit steadily improved little by little.

"Having killed over 500,000 barbarian soldiers, the killing intent he condensed was enough to kill a Xiantian martial artist on the spot."

In terms of killing intent alone, it has no sharp edge;

However, the killing intent transformed from the true meaning of slaughter is like an invisible blade, piercing straight into the soul, and can annihilate a group in one blow.

Upon entering the wilderness, Lin Quan killed every barbarian he encountered—tall, short, fat, and thin, none were spared.

The Qin Dynasty never set foot in the barbarian territory, yet the barbarians repeatedly invaded the borders, burning houses, massacring villages, robbing grain, and kidnapping people—each and every one of these acts incurring a blood debt.

These short, uncivilized children now, when they grow up, will most likely take up swords and storm into the Qin Dynasty, slashing at the necks of the Qin people.

If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. When dealing with barbarians, leaving no survivors is the right approach.

The wilderness is indeed a barren land, but hidden in the crevices of the mountains and cliffs are many ancient medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old.

It is barren not because of sandstorms and ice, but because the barbarians are lazy... The land can be cultivated, but not tilled; the water can be drawn in, but not stored; the trees can be planted, but not protected.

The barbarians aren't stupid. If they were willing to learn the agricultural and industrial methods of the Qin Dynasty, they would have long since turned this godforsaken place into hundreds of miles of fertile fields and thousands of acres of paradise.

Transforming the wilderness is even less strenuous than the story of Yu Gong moving mountains.

But they envied the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty and raided southwards every year, leaving countless dead under their blades.

Lin Quan wields the Heavenly Wrath Blade and never hesitates to strike.

Every barbarian who caught his eye was killed without exception.

He pocketed all the martial arts techniques, gold and silver, medicinal herbs, and banknotes.

As they fought, they were surrounded by seven or eight barbarian masters.

He feigned exhaustion, luring his enemies deeper into his territory, then swiftly struck them down one by one, narrowly escaping death.

As they fought, they ended up in front of the barbarian priest's temple.

The high priest had just finished chanting the incantation when the sword cleaved open the top of the skull.

As the killing continued, one by one the lights went out in the wild settlements, and no more smoke rose from their chimneys.

In less than six months, the wilderness was completely cleared away.

"My skills now are at least three times better than they were six months ago."

He swallowed countless amounts of those old, aged medicines.

At this moment, he was certain: he could wipe out an expert at the Immortal Golden Body Realm with a wave of his hand.

"I just wonder, when they encounter someone at the Divine Realm, who will be faster and who will be slower?"

The thought flashed through his mind, he shook his head, determined the direction, and set off for Jincheng.

On the way back, a terrifying monster blocked the road.

The moment the killing intent was unleashed, the monster froze on the spot, its soul disintegrating inch by inch.

"The killing intent accumulated from killing millions of barbarians is more than enough to suppress evil spirits."

Once his murderous intent subsided, he reverted to his ordinary, unassuming appearance.

"If the Demon Suppression Division comes to question me, I will retreat."

Without stopping, they headed straight for Jincheng.

Along the way, he encountered strange creatures and barbarians, but he easily sent them all away.

He arrived safely in Jincheng, rested briefly, then turned north and headed straight for the capital.

The medicinal herbs we found in the wilderness have long been consumed;

But the gold, silver, and banknotes were still neatly arranged in the storage ring.

At this moment, Lin Quan had only one thing on his mind: to go back to Beijing to buy medicine and take it.

In each city he entered on his journey, he would first sell his goods, and then visit the pharmacies.

The spoils of their conquest of the wilderness amounted to no less than a hundred million taels of silver.

A high-quality gemstone can be exchanged for thousands or even tens of thousands of taels of silver with a casual remark.

Ninety-nine percent of the wealth accumulated by the barbarians over a century ended up in his pocket.

If it weren't for the limited storage capacity, we could have moved several more truckloads.

On a whim, he bought a hundred jade boxes.

There were originally only five rings in the collection.

When faced with a horde of demons, five of them are hardly enough to hold their own.

"A single drop of demon blood is worth two hundred thousand taels of silver."

"When you encounter demons in the future, take their essence and blood first."

The essence and blood were no bigger than a fist, and the space occupied by two hundred thousand taels of silver could easily hold two thousand drops.