Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"My lord, I just found out that this place is called Guo Bei County..."

Before Fu Qingfeng could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing had already stopped her probing and turned her gaze to Lin Quan's face, her tone clear and firm.

"Guobei County... why does that sound so familiar?"

Lin Quan frowned slightly, gently pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, and unconsciously whispered something.

Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing interjected, "If I remember correctly, Lanruo Temple is located within the territory of Guobei County." *Whoosh—*

Lin Quan was startled, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face instantly darkened.

I had thought that although this place was desolate and cold, and the people were numb and estranged, it was just an ordinary border county; who would have thought it was Guobei County!

Guobei County may be obscure, but the name Lanruo Temple is like a rusted ancient bell, striking for centuries in the world of martial arts and ghost stories, its echoes never ceasing.

His expression shifted several times, and Qiao Jingjing took the opportunity to say softly, "How about we stop by Lanruo Temple on the way?"

"Never mind, we'll talk about it another day."

After a moment's thought, Lin Quan decisively rejected the idea. Now that Fu Tianchou had escaped, he had no intention of getting involved in any further disputes.

Once he made up his mind, he said decisively, "Qingfeng, now that Uncle has been rescued safely, we should set off."

He paused, then pointed to the solitary figure in the courtyard: "See that 'Autumn Leaf'? If Uncle could keep him by his side..."

"Some things may still have a chance to turn around."

As soon as he finished speaking, without further delay, Lin Quan, along with Qiao Jingjing, Li Hanyi, and Zhu Zhuqing, vanished in a flash, leaving only a faint shadow that disappeared into the wind.

Fu Qingfeng opened his mouth, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but the figure in front of him had already vanished without a trace.

"well……"

After a long while, she slowly exhaled, her fingertips clenching the corner of her sleeve, her eyes dimming, and she lowered her gaze reluctantly.

As he turned back to the courtyard, he saw Yi Ye Zhi Qiu and Fu Tian Chou standing side by side under the sycamore tree, talking slowly and looking relaxed, as if they were old acquaintances reunited.

She stood silently, without uttering a word or disturbing the peace.

The light and shadow suddenly shifted before Lin Quan and his group, and in the next instant, they were standing steadily in the courtyard with blue bricks and gray tiles in the main world.

"Phew... I'm finally back."

The familiar eaves, the familiar scent of locust trees, the familiar sunlight slanting across the bluestone steps—everyone shrugged, raised their eyebrows, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to the martial arts world of swords and shadows where Wang Yuyan lived, or the high-level martial arts world where Li Hanyi traversed frost and snow, or the martial spirit world where Zhu Zhuqing soared through the air with her soul...

Even though these worlds have undercurrents, there are still rules to follow, people's hearts to rely on, and lights to be kept.

But Fu Qingfeng's world was like an old piece of paper soaked in ink—the Great Zhou Dynasty was rotten from top to bottom, plagued by frequent natural disasters and rampant evil spirits.

One moment a woman was selling steamed buns in the marketplace, the next she was a skeleton lying on the steps of a desolate temple; even breathing felt like walking on thin ice, and she would shatter silently at the slightest gust of wind.

It was a complete dead end, so deadly that even despair didn't bother to put on a cloak.

Even though they were strong enough to protect themselves, from the moment they stepped into that place, from the first sight of the peeling blood paint on the gate of Guobei County, to the drifting paper ash and fishy smell in the streets and alleys, and then to the wailing of the lingering souls wandering in deserted places at midnight—that heavy feeling of suffocation always pressed on their chests and could not be shaken off.

However, this world of demons is not entirely without merit.

It is tough, wild, and high enough—the legends of immortals and gods are not unfounded, the ferocity of demons and ghosts is real, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so intense it borders on violent. If someone could truly suppress the eight wastelands and restore the mountains and rivers, this realm would be an excellent springboard for advancement.

Even more coincidentally, the "Eternal Youth Scripture" they cultivated favored the refining of gold by fierce fire and disliked gentle nourishment. What others regarded as poisonous miasma, the violent spiritual energy was like sweet rain to them, without any hindrance.

"Qingfeng lives in such a place, with a father who's obsessed with loyalty above her... How will she endure the days to come?"

Li Hanyi sighed softly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the frost blade at her waist, as if she could see her parents' backs standing on the edge of the snow cliff again.

Zhu Zhuqing and Qiao Jingjing also fell silent, a hint of bitterness rising between their brows.

Lin Quan gazed at the swaying bamboo shadows in the courtyard, his voice low and calm: "We don't need to get too involved in Qingfeng's affairs."

"The most urgent task is to improve one's cultivation level inch by inch."

"You all witnessed my rampage through the demon world..."

"Even a random commander of a thousand men is a formidable figure who has crossed the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster..."

"Not to mention that One Leaf Knows Autumn—the most eye-catching one among the peak Grandmasters, whose combat power is almost enough to rival a half-step Divine Realm expert..."

Lin Quan paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice deepening:

"With our current abilities, do you think we can stir up any trouble? We probably won't even make a ripple..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the women looked at each other, their brows furrowing in dismay. They silently lowered their eyes and sighed softly.

Indeed—in Fu Qingfeng's demon world, they could easily handle ordinary minor demons and monsters;

But once they encounter those old monsters that occupy mountains and rivers and breathe out clouds and mist, they don't even have a chance to get close.

It's not that I don't want to manage it, but that I really can't; it's not that I'm unwilling to get involved, but that I haven't even earned the right to get involved yet.

"I'm going back to the high-level martial arts world to go into seclusion and make sure I master the 'Scripture of Immortality'!"

Before Li Hanyi could finish speaking, she had already shot out of the courtyard like an arrow, her figure disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"I'll also go to Sister Hanyi's place to cultivate diligently, striving to comprehend the 'Scripture of Immortality and Longevity' as soon as possible!"

Before Qiao Jingjing could finish speaking, she flicked her sleeves and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the world of high martial arts.

In the blink of an eye, the vast courtyard suddenly became empty—only Lin Quan and Zhu Zhu stood quietly in place.

Chen Xueru's figure had long since disappeared from the courtyard.

"Brother Quan..."

Zhu Zhuqing had just opened her mouth when Lin Quan looked up and interrupted her crisply:

"Are you also planning to return to the Martial Soul World?"

"Cultivation is something that can't be rushed, nor can it be achieved by staying up a few nights."

Zhu Zhuqing met his gaze, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly before she finally pursed her lips and nodded.

Time slips by unnoticed.

Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing were bending over the stove, chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients, with the sound of pots and pans clattering and the aroma of cooking rising.

At that moment, the courtyard gate creaked open, and Chen Xueru finally pushed it open and entered.

"Husband! Sister Zhuqing! You're back?"

She spotted the two people busy in the kitchen, and her eyes suddenly curved into a bright smile.

Lin Quan raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead and nodded to her: "You're just in time. Wipe your face, we'll eat right away."

Chen Xueru responded by rolling up her sleeves and walking straight to the basin of water, where she quickly washed her hands and rinsed her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, eight dishes and a soup were steaming hot and laid out on the table.

The three sat around a table, chopsticks flying, slightly tipsy, their cheeks flushed.

The sky outside the window had already turned dark blue, and stars quietly appeared in the sky.

Lin Quan's gaze swept over the two women's flushed cheeks and slightly moist eyes. Without saying a word, he put one arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and the other around Chen Xueru's wrist. With a light touch of his toes, the three of them disappeared into the bedroom like smoke.