Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

What imperial majesty, what noble bloodline? Under her sword, they are nothing but thin paper, easily pierced.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as everyone turned pale and whispers filled the air—

The heavy sound of iron boots pounding the ground grew louder as squads of armored guards surged forward like a tide, quickly sealing off the surrounding area.

The first person sat atop a rare breed of horse, pure white with silver markings on its forehead.

This horse has bulging muscles and fierce eyes; it is clearly a war steed with the bloodline of a high-level soul beast.

The man on horseback, with his arrogant eyebrows and slanted lips, was none other than Prince Xuexing.

His reputation was worse than an avalanche, and his behavior more dissolute than that of a playboy—yet everyone knew that this prince was a venomous snake hidden in a pile of rouge, and an old jackal lying in a pile of gold and jade.

When the group rushed into the scene, all that remained was a ground covered in icy debris—ice shards as sharp as frost, each piece reflecting the pale moonlight.

Dismembered remains from the avalanche were clearly embedded among them.

As soon as Prince Xuexing, who was leading the group, stepped in, his face froze instantly. His brow twitched twice, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes suddenly turned venomous. When he looked up at Lin Quan and the others, his pupils were filled with naked killing intent, so cold it could freeze bones.

"Killing the Tsar's son, even the extermination of his entire family wouldn't be enough to atone for the crime!"

"Take him down! Kill him without mercy!"

He stared at the pile of broken ice on the ground, so badly that it couldn't even be pieced together into a human shape, and felt as if his chest had been pounded by a hammer, exploding with a loud bang.

Avalanche was a sword he personally trained. From a young age, he was fed elixirs, instilled with secret techniques, and had his temperament suppressed. On the surface, he seemed carefree and nonchalant, but in reality, his heart was thicker than ice and his hands were sharper than a cold blade.

But after acting for so long, even he himself believed in that frivolous facade—until now, the facade has been torn away, revealing the intricate scheming and pain beneath.

"snort."

A sudden whooshing sound filled the air!

Li Hanyi's soul rings exploded—six were as black as ink, three were as red as blood, and the nine rings hung in the air, causing the air to hum and tremble.

Almost simultaneously, eight rings shone brightly on Zhu Zhuqing and Lin Quan: seven black and one red, each ring sharp as a blade, their brilliance piercing the eyes.

"hiss--"

The sounds of people gasping for air rose and fell.

Titled Douluo! Two Soul Douluo! Especially their Soul Ring ratios, so black they're chilling, so red they're blinding, who wouldn't get goosebumps seeing them?

Xue Xing paled instantly, his legs trembled, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead—he never expected that one of these four people was actually a titled being, and he never expected that Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing, these two Soul Douluos alone, would be enough to crush all his confidence!

Lin Quan didn't even lift his eyelids, turning his head to look at Zhu Zhuqing, uttering only two words:

"Zhu Qing".

Before she could finish speaking, Zhu Zhuqing had already transformed into a streak of ink that tore through the night, leaving only a fleeting shadow in her place.

When she reappeared, she had already grabbed Xuexing by the back of the neck, like carrying a water-filled sack, and darted back in the blink of an eye.

"ah--!"

Before she could even scream, Xuexing was slammed to the ground, her face smashed into ice shards, leaving her so disheveled that even her crown was askew.

"Your Majesty... have mercy! There must be a misunderstanding! There really is a misunderstanding!"

He lay on the ground, his teeth chattering, unable to speak coherently, his fingers digging into the ice cracks, his nails splitting open.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Three sharp gusts of wind tore through the sky—a powerful pressure descended like a mountain collapsing.

The old poison master arrived swiftly, riding the shockwaves. Before he even reached them, his voice preceded his words: "Young master, please show mercy!"

Lin Quan remained unmoved, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

How could he not know? When the old poisoner was on the verge of death from poisoning, it was Xuexing who personally dissected her own soul core to use as a catalyst to pull him back from the brink of death.

"Your Majesty! Save me! Please save me!"

Xuexing looked up and saw the old poisoner. Her eyes lit up, and she let out a mournful howl.

The old poison master's brows furrowed into a knot. After a long silence, he finally gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Young Master Lin...could you spare his life for my sake?"

Lin Quan didn't respond, only glancing indifferently at Li Hanyi and Zhu Zhuqing.

The two lowered their eyes, remaining as silent as pines.

He then nodded to the old poisoner: "Alright, I'll give you face—today, this old bastard's life is in his hands."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xue Xing breathed a sigh of relief, Lin Quan's fingertip shot out like a cold nail, aiming straight for his dantian!

puff--

A muffled thud, like frozen soil cracking.

Xue Xing shuddered, her soul power evaporating like snowflakes splashed with boiling water. In less than three breaths, her meridians dried up, her dantian collapsed, and all her cultivation was reduced to zero.

A closer look reveals that as his soul power dissipated like a tidal wave, Prince Xuexing's face seemed to have lost ten years of vitality, wrinkles suddenly spreading across the corners of his eyes and forehead. "For the sake of that old poison master, I'll spare your dog's life for now..."

"roll!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan lightly raised his wrist and spread his five fingers slightly—in an instant, a gust of wind, as solid as a physical object, cleaved through the air and arrived!

Xue Xing was thrown three feet off the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a stone wall a hundred paces away, causing rubble to fall off in a flurry.

The old poison master's gaze darkened as he slowly swept his eyes over the figure huddled against the wall. His voice was low and hoarse, yet each word was like a nail: "Prince Xuexing, you took that Ice Soul Needle for me back then... Today, well, we're even."

Swah——

As soon as she finished speaking, Xue Xing, whose face was already ashen and whose lips were bloodless, suddenly narrowed her eyes!

Deep within his eyes, a sinister and vicious light suddenly burst forth, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, or a poisoned dagger suddenly drawn from its sheath.

But in the blink of an eye, that fierce glint was pressed firmly into his eyes, leaving not even a ripple.

Lin Quan, however, took in every fleeting glance and expression.

Watching Xue Xing being hastily lifted up and flee in a panic, not even bothering to collect the frozen, glass-like limbs and remains on the ground, Lin Quan finally turned around and raised an eyebrow at the old poison master: "I say, old poison master, you need to harden your heart a little more."

"Xue Xing is no kind person. She may be all talk and no action, but she's got a lot of barbs in her bones."

"The look in his eyes just now was as if he wanted to chop us into mincemeat and marinate us in a vat of poison for three days and three nights."

"His elaborate schemes are like paper lanterns in our eyes—the wind blows them through."

"But what if one day he sets his sights on Yan Yan..."

Lin Quan paused in his speech.

A cold glint suddenly flashed in the old poisoner's eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he sneered like a drawn sword: "If it weren't for him swallowing half a broken bone for me back then..."

"If you really want to skin him alive, young master, I won't even blink an eye."

"If he dares to lay a finger on Yan Yan—from this day forward, the title 'Poison Douluo' will be renamed 'Death warrant'!"

Despite his habit of always having a pipe in his hand and speaking slowly, once he makes a promise, it's as good as nails; he has never broken his word.

But if anyone actually takes him for a smiling, kind old man, they're practically begging to sign their head in the King of Hell's ledger—they're asking for trouble!

"Okay, I'm relieved that you're aware of this."

Seeing that his expression had calmed down, Lin Quan said no more.

Just as the old poison master himself said: If Xue Xing dares to secretly intervene, that old guy will turn on you faster than flipping through a book!

He raised his hand and smiled broadly: "Come on, let's go to my manor, heat up some wine, and have a good chat."

Without a word, the old poisoner clasped his hands in agreement.

Before leaving, he paused, then nodded solemnly to Lin Quan: "I'll go see Yan Yan first, then keep my appointment."