Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As the group stepped out of the courtyard gate, Zhu Zhuqing, arm in arm with her second sister, smiled and introduced them:

"Second Sister, this is Li Hanyi, Sister Hanyi—a true titled-level combatant!"

"Sister Hanyi, this is my second sister, Zhu Zhuyu."

Zhu Zhuyu looked up and saw that Li Hanyi had clear and sharp features, a calm demeanor, and a face that was almost identical to her sister's...

Zhu Zhuyu gasped sharply at that moment.

But then she thought of Zhu Zhuqing's current cultivation level, and her heart, which had been pounding with shock, quickly calmed down. Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was a few years younger than her, had already reached the peak of the Soul Douluo realm, just half a step away from opening the heavy door to the Title Douluo realm!

The woman before him, Li Hanyi, possessed an aura as restrained as a deep pool, and her every move was devoid of any sharpness; she was just an ordinary woman.

But upon closer inspection—a flash of cold light streaked across her sleeve as she moved slightly, and a sharp aura emanated from the swaying of her skirt, as if the air itself were being silently torn apart; that sharpness pierced straight into the depths of one's soul, making one dare not look at her for long, dare not speak rashly. And her gaze, too, lingered on Zhu Zhuyu for a moment.

She had already heard a lot about Zhu Zhuqing's background, personality, and family situation from Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing.

In terms of talent and foundation, Zhu Zhuyu is indeed slightly inferior to Zhu Zhuqing; but looking at the entire Martial Soul Continent, or even outside this world, she is definitely a beauty that is one in a hundred.

If she were to consume the crystal core and officially embark on the path of cultivation, coupled with her unique temperament that is both aloof and resilient, as well as her figure and features that are in no way inferior to Zhu Zhuqing's—she would certainly not be overshadowed when she stands among others in the future.

Her gaze swept lightly over Lin Quan, then returned to Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyu. Her heart skipped a beat, and she sighed silently.

She immediately composed herself and spoke with a gentle smile: "Hello, Sister Zhu Yu, I am Li Hanyi."

"From now on, we're family. Don't hesitate to tell your sister anything you need."

"I wouldn't boast about my other skills, but my cultivation is quite respectable. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me."

After those few words, Zhu Zhuqing's anxious heart quietly relaxed, and her shoulders also felt lighter.

The four walked side by side toward Tiandou City, their steps neither hurried nor slow.

The three chatted animatedly, laughing constantly, their conversation intimate and natural, as if they had known each other for years. Li Hanyi and Zhu Zhuyu walked side by side, talking and laughing, just like two sisters who had grown up together.

Amidst laughter and conversation, the towering city gates of Tiandou City came into view.

As expected of the heart of the empire, the atmosphere of the streets alone is far superior to that of other cities—among the pedestrians, there are either soul masters or nobles, and even the shouts of the roadside vendors faintly carry a trace of soul power.

Lin Quan and his group strolled slowly through the bustling city, attracting countless eyes wherever Li Hanyi and the two Zhus went.

Especially those scions of noble families in brocade robes and jade belts, their eyes gleaming with a dark light, clearly unable to suppress their thoughts.

After browsing around, Lin Quan took everything he could find, from cooking oil and salt to soy sauce, pots and pans; he also took all the women's everyday clothes, cosmetics, perfumes, and embroidered shoes.

When he paid the bill, he couldn't help but think to himself: This Martial Soul World is really strangely cute!

On the surface, it looks like the old world with its blue bricks, gray tiles, horse-drawn carriages and sedan chairs; but because of the existence of martial spirits and soul tools, the old objects dug out of the ruins can absorb sunlight as energy after being repaired by craftsmen, and the street lights on the street never go out all night. Isn't that a living solar energy?

Soul power has truly become a universal key here: it is indispensable for activating martial souls, stimulating soul skills, and driving soul tools.

After completing the lap, the Zhu sisters looked relaxed, smiling, and their eyes even brightened. Even the invisible pressure that had always lingered around Li Hanyi melted away like spring snow, making her feel much lighter and as if even breathing was easier.

Subtly, the long-standing bottleneck deep within her dantian began to loosen slightly.

After purchasing all the necessary items, the four chatted as they returned leisurely towards the manor.

A group of young men, around eighteen or nineteen years old, approached. The leader was arrogant and had a dissolute air about him.

To be precise, they were targeting Li Hanyi and her two companions.

The one in the lead, in particular, had his eyes blatantly fixed on Li Hanyi, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu, scanning them up and down without any attempt at concealment, his gaze filled with lust and lewdness. Before Lin Quan could even speak, Li Hanyi and Zhu Zhuqing had already frowned in unison.

A chill suddenly appeared between his brows, his gaze was like a blade, cold and piercing, and a look of disgust flashed by in an instant.

Before he could finish speaking, the group of people had already blocked Lin Quan and his companions' path.

"Three young ladies..."

The leader had just grinned and uttered half a sentence—

Li Hanyi had already raised her hand and delivered a clean and sharp slap across the face!

Snapped!

A muffled thud exploded, and before the man could even scream, he was sent flying into the air like a kite with a broken string, tumbling nearly ten meters away before crashing to the ground with a thud, spraying blood and saliva all over the ground.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Several breaths later, a collective gasp of astonishment rang out.

The onlookers' expressions changed drastically; shock, disbelief, and disbelief were all frozen on their faces.

They were shocked by the ruthlessness, speed, and accuracy of Li Hanyi's attack;

The second surprise came from who the person who was slapped away was—

The Fourth Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Avalanche!

This man's name is known to everyone in Tiandou City: he acts with impunity, bullying men and women, and harassing innocent women as if it were commonplace. Relying on his royal status, even the city guard turns a blind eye. Who dares to provoke him? He has the entire Tiandou royal family backing him up!

But he never expected that this time he would run into a red-hot anvil instead of an easy target.

Li Hanyi was not intimidated by his prince status at all, nor did she take him seriously. At the peak of the half-step Divine Realm, in the world of Martial Souls, aside from the legendary arrival of a god, no one could make her retreat even half a step!

A prince? The Emperor is here. If he dares to utter any foul language, he'll still get a slap across the face!

"Do...do you know who he is?!"

"Fourth Prince! How dare you touch the Fourth Prince?! Are you tired of living?!"

After a long while, the noble sons behind Xue Beng finally came to their senses, their voices trembling as they roared, their bravado masking their inner fear.

Before the words were even finished, Li Hanyi's lips curled into a cold smile, and she slapped three more times in quick succession!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The palms flashed, so fast that only traces remained.

Muffled groans rose and fell as figures were thrown into the air one after another, only to crash heavily several meters away.

When they struggled to their feet, each of them had a crooked nose, swollen eyes, split mouth, bleeding ear canals, red eyes, and two bright red handprints on their cheeks, their flesh bulging and burning with pain.

awful.

From the avalanche to the accompanying playboys, everyone had a pair of scarlet palm prints on their faces, neatly arranged, without missing a single one.

The corners of his mouth, eyes, and earlobes were all torn open by hot, bloody lines.