Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan had already stood up and walked steadily toward the door.

Xue Qinghe and his group, who were waiting outside, saw Lin Quan and his companions appear from afar.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in her eyes, so fast it was almost imperceptible.

She had already heard all about the previous events—the strange phenomenon of the soul rings that shocked the entire city, and the terrifying configurations of Lin Quan and the other two—from her confidants.

If onlookers were to suddenly see Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing's "seven black and one red" soul rings and Li Hanyi's "six black and three red" soul rings, they would probably be so shocked that they would drop their chopsticks.

But in her eyes, this configuration was nothing special—

If a deity wishes to intervene, they can easily reshape the lifespan of a soul ring with a mere wave of their hand.

What truly made her heart sink was the only possibility behind this configuration: the inheritance of a divine position.

"I have met Poison Douluo."

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Xue Qinghe."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, and before Lin Quan could speak, she had already bowed, her manners impeccable and her posture impeccable.

Everyone knows she has a reputation for virtue, but anyone with a clear head knows—

The sudden deaths of the second prince and the violent demise of the third prince—the mastermind behind it all is most likely hidden beneath this gentle exterior.

The old poison master was originally a subordinate of Xue Xing, and he always treated this "crown prince" with a cold face;

Li Hanyi stared intently, a faint line quietly forming between her brows.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Quan remained calm, showing neither surprise nor a smile, and simply spoke:

"What brings the Crown Prince from so far away?"

His tone was flat and monotone, showing no inflection whatsoever, and he made no attempt to invite anyone inside.

They weren't afraid of the Spirit Hall, but Lin Quan knew Xue Qinghe's true identity and was even more aware of the Pope's background—

Under the influence of Rakshasa's divine power, he appeared dignified and graceful on the surface, but inside he had long since become obsessed and insane.

Aside from Yu Xiaogang, who is her pillar of strength, no one dares to gamble on the day she suddenly turns on them, flips the table, and massacres the city.

Therefore, for now, it's best to avoid it if possible, and stay as far away as possible.

……

Xue Qinghe seemed to sense something, his eyes flickered slightly, but his expression became even more humble and apologetic:

"I have come here on the orders of my father, the Emperor, to apologize to you all on behalf of the Tiandou royal family—"

"Avalanche acted immorally, and Xuexing acted recklessly; all the blame shall be borne by the two of them."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved it lightly, and her attendants immediately stepped forward.

At Xue Qinghe's signal, the people behind her immediately stepped forward and presented the gift boxes one by one.

Xue Qinghe handed over a bronze-colored storage soul tool with both hands. Before Lin Quan could speak, the old poison master beside him quietly turned his head, his eyes like hooks, firmly fixed on Lin Quan's face.

"This is a small token of the royal family's apologies. We hope you will all understand and be lenient..."

Lin Quan glanced at the soul tool, without refusing or exchanging pleasantries, reached out and took it without even lifting his eyelids, then turned and stuffed it into Zhu Zhuqing's palm.

Then he nodded slightly to Xue Qinghe: "The gift is accepted, the matter is over."

He paused, then added, "If Your Highness has nothing else to attend to, we will not keep you any longer."

Xue Qinghe wanted to probe further, but the words caught in her throat as if blocked by a gust of wind, leaving her speechless. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she finally lowered her gaze, composed herself, and said, "In that case, Qinghe will take her leave."

"I will definitely visit you to express my gratitude when I have some free time another day."

Before she finished speaking, she had already lightly waved her sleeves, led the group to turn and leave, her steps crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

After watching the figure in white disappear at the end of the long street, Lin Quan and his group slowly returned to the manor.

Back in the courtyard, the table was already cold, and no one had the appetite to pick up their chopsticks again.

Lin Quan boiled water and brewed tea. As the aroma of the tea began to rise, the old poisoner couldn't contain himself and spoke first: "What does this Crown Prince Xue Qinghe—young master—think of him?"

Lin Quan looked up to meet his gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Which member of the royal family has survived to this day without having crawled across the edge of a knife?"

"The two princes who died suddenly before... may not have been just accidents."

"Now that the avalanche has been killed by our hands and Xue Xing is on the verge of collapse, Xue Qinghe is the only banner that the Heavenly Dou Imperial Power can still stand on."

"Speaking of which, she really should toast you."

Before he finished speaking, with a slight thought, the ring-shaped soul tool appeared in his palm.

Without waiting for further words, a wisp of true energy, like a silver needle piercing the air, suddenly stabbed into the artifact—

hum!

A ten-cubic-meter space suddenly unfolded, and upon scanning it with spiritual sense, the first thing that struck him was a mountain of gold soul coin boxes. A rough count revealed a staggering two million!

Further in: several large boxes of rare metals, including black iron, meteorite silver, and black-patterned copper, gleamed with a cold light; there were also several sandalwood boxes, neatly stacked with thousand-year-old purple fungus, ten-thousand-year-old ice soul ginseng, and nine-section blood vine... Although the fragrance of the medicine was sealed, it still faintly exuded a refreshing and invigorating aura.

If placed in Wang Yuyan's Martial Soul Realm, Li Hanyi's High Martial Realm, or even the Demon Realm guarded by Fu Qingfeng, a hundred-year-old spiritual medicine would already be a great treasure, and a thousand-year-old one would be a secret treasure kept at the bottom of the sect's chest!

However, on this Martial Soul Continent, plant-type soul beasts take root in the world and breathe in the sun and moon, so thousand-year-old spiritual materials can be found everywhere, and ten-thousand-year-old plants are not uncommon.

The only truly rare and precious plants are those imbued with celestial energy: Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass, Tai Xu Green Lotus, Xuanming Snow Soul Fruit... These are extremely rare, and a single plant can cause a Title Douluo to fight a bloody battle for thousands of miles!

Although these are not divine herbs, for ordinary soul masters and common people, any one of them is enough to exchange for a small town!

All things considered, including Gold Soul Coins and supplies, the total value is steadily approaching five million Gold Soul Coins.

"How substantial is the Crown Prince's apology?" the old poison master asked with a smile, stroking his beard, a hint of interest already igniting in his eyes.

Without saying a word, Lin Quan flicked his finger, and the ring drew an arc before landing steadily in the old poisoner's hand.

The old poison master channeled his power through his fingertips, his soul force probing into the object like silk threads. After a moment, he sighed, "As expected of the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Clan, his generosity is truly astounding!"

"The contents of this storage device alone, converted to gold soul coins, are worth at least four million eight hundred thousand!"

At this point, a hint of envy flashed across his eyes—a titled Douluo sounds impressive, but the annual salary offered by the Heavenly Dou Sect is only 300,000. Even if one didn't eat or drink for five years, one couldn't save up enough for this box.

In contrast, in Linquan, mountains of gold and silver are not as valuable as a thousand-year-old medicinal herb.

The old poison master gently pushed the ring back in front of Lin Quan, his expression gradually darkening: "Xue Qinghe's mind is as deep as an ancient well."

"The Heavenly Dou Royal Family is a bottomless abyss."

"Young master, unless absolutely necessary, you should not step inside lightly..."

Upon hearing the old poisoner's words, Lin Quan immediately understood her implied meaning.

This wasn't just a word of advice; she was clearly paving the way for his future!

Lin Quan didn't take the Heavenly Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire seriously at all—no matter how big the temple is, it can't suppress a true dragon; no matter how high the wall is, it can't stop a sharp blade.

But he was too lazy to get involved in the messy affairs of the royal family, and even less willing to be dragged into the quagmire of power struggles.

This world of martial spirits sounds mysterious, but it's actually quite simple at its core: a strong fist makes your voice heard; a straight spine makes you untouchable.

Let alone the two empires, even the behemoth that is the Spirit Hall, as long as he and his men have cultivation levels that crush everything, why would there be any need for weapons to be drawn? With just a word, the mountains and rivers would fall into a state of tranquility.