Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"It's hard to imagine... how stubborn the bones must be, how hot the blood must be, to hammer and chisel each time, nailing this mountain ridge into the backbone of humanity?"

These words churned in Zhu Zhuqing's mind. She knew that in Lin Quan's main world, there were no superhumans with the power to overturn rivers and seas, nor were there any immortal sects that could turn stones into gold—there were only ordinary people gripping hoes and shovels. Yet it was this group of people who, over two thousand years, built a miracle on the cliff face that made even time bow down!

Shocking! Absolutely shocking!

Lin Quan keenly sensed the change in her breath, his eyebrows twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to speak, but as soon as his tongue touched the roof of his mouth, he swallowed it back.

Unexpectedly, an ordinary visit became the opportunity for Zhu Zhuqing to have an epiphany!

He admired her, but didn't disturb her; seeing that the energy around her was gradually stabilizing, he said softly, "Congratulations."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, her eyes flashing with a mixture of disbelief and delight: "I... didn't expect that either."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan smiled and added, "Want to walk around some more? Let's check out another place?"

Without hesitation, she simply nodded slightly: "Mm."

Seeing her bright eyes and light steps, Lin Quan smiled, took her hand, and turned to leave.

They arrived with the speed of the wind, and even with their lightness skills, it still took them a full hour to return to the territory of Beijing.

Afterwards, he led her through the streets and alleys, letting her experience the vibrant atmosphere of the old town.

I had planned to take her to the Forbidden City, but when we arrived at the gate, we found out that the palace walls were still closed, tickets were not being sold, and tourists were not allowed to enter.

After wandering around for a while, as the sun began to set, the two finally strolled back to their lodgings.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Zhu Zhuqing smiled at him and said, "I'm going to wash up." With that, she quickly headed towards the bathroom.

Lin Quan watched her figure disappear before raising his hand to summon the Time-Space Mirror. A faint light flashed at his fingertips, and the scene immediately appeared: Qiao Jingjing was flying swiftly through the air, with Wang Yuyan standing steadily beside her, their direction pointing directly to Wuliang Mountain in Dali.

"Jingjing, where are we now?"

The light and shadow flickered in the mirror, but his exact location was hard to discern. After a moment's thought, he simply sent a message.

A moment later, a response came:

"At the current speed, we can reach Wuliang Mountain in three days. If I were alone, I could do it even faster—but if I take Sister Yuyan with me, I must reserve some strength to protect her."

Lin Quan lowered his eyes and sent another message: "Opportunities don't slip away; the mountain is there waiting for you. Safety first; everything else can wait."

The reply came quickly: "Understood, don't worry."

He put away the time-space mirror, feeling at peace.

Wang Yuyan's world does indeed have reclusive masters, but most people who travel the martial arts world are those who have cultivated themselves through hard work. Those who are naturally gifted are already extremely rare, and masters are even more legendary.

With Qiao Jingjing's powerful mental strength as a Level 3 Awakened, even if she were in real danger, she could tear through space and escape with a single thought—life-threatening danger? Absolutely not.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, as if gently swept away by the wind.

Swah——

Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing were leaping and bounding in the courtyard, their bodies as light as willow catkins and their steps as swift as flowing clouds, repeatedly refining the essentials of their lightness skills.

Suddenly, two slender figures appeared in mid-air and landed silently on the blue brick ground—Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan stood side by side, their clothes fluttering slightly, their hair still carrying the fresh scent of the mountains.

"Sister Jingjing! Sister Yuyan!"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lit up, she stopped abruptly with her toes touching the ground, turned around to meet him, her voice filled with undisguised joy.

Lin Quan also stopped his movements and calmly swept his gaze over, waiting for what would happen next.

"Got it."

Qiao Jingjing's lips curled slightly. Without saying a word, her thoughts stirred, and two objects appeared in her palm—

A plain silk scroll, smooth and lustrous; a jade statue, its entire body as lustrous as solidified fat, taller than an ordinary person, with lifelike features, as if it had stepped out of a painting.

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Steps are both contained within it."

Before she finished speaking, she had already shoved the reel into Lin Quan's hand, grabbed Wang Yuyan's wrist, and turned to stride quickly toward the bathroom, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly.

Lin Quan lowered his head, his fingertips tracing the edge of the scroll, then looked up and stared at the jade statue.

Zhu Zhuqing also took a half step closer, their eyes met, they smiled silently, and then both stared at the jade statue—

From the forehead to the ankles, every inch is examined closely, even the direction of the folds in the clothing and the curvature of the knuckles are not overlooked.

"This... is practically a carbon copy of Sister Yuyan," Zhu Zhuqing murmured softly.

"This is Li Canghai, the younger sister of Yu Yan's maternal grandmother, Li Qiushui."

Lin Quan pointed to the left corner of the jade statue's lips: "Zhu Qing, look here."

Zhu Zhuqing held her breath and examined it closely. Sure enough, she saw a very faint cinnabar mole hidden on the edge of her lips. It was almost impossible to see unless she got close.

If one did not know that Li Qiushui was devoted to her younger sister Li Canghai throughout her life, who would have thought that beneath that aloof and otherworldly face lay a turbulent past?

"The craftsmanship is so exquisite that it can be described as a masterpiece."

"The entire piece of mutton-fat jade is perfectly natural, without a single flaw..."

Not to mention that face that is exactly like Wang Yuyan's, the jade itself is already extremely rare!

Lin Quan shook his head and smiled, then with a flick of his sleeve, the jade statue vanished instantly, disappearing into the mirror's space.

Although this treasure was incredibly valuable, if it came to personal gain, he wouldn't touch a single penny of it—

Because that face is the mark of Wang Yuyan's bloodline.

Keeping it is a way to remember it; hiding it is a way to show respect.

How to handle it is up to her to decide.

After carefully putting away the jade statue, Lin Quan unrolled the scroll.

The opening chapter is the general outline of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, each word like a knife, etched into the mind and spirit;

Then, page after page of diagrams unfolded, showing the meridian pathways, their routes, and acupoint markings in meticulous detail.

Swah——

As soon as the third illustration was displayed, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes fell upon it, her ears suddenly burning red. She hurriedly turned her face away, her fingers unconsciously twisting her sleeves.

What kind of proper guide to seduction is that? It's clearly a series of paintings of ladies with different expressions and their clothes half-loose—

Her eyebrows and eyes were those of Wang Yuyan, her figure was that of Wang Yuyan, and even the languid look in her lowered eyes seemed to come from her very bones.

Upon closer inspection, however, one can discern the differences: the person in the picture has more raised eyebrows, more intense eyes, and a smile that is three parts wild and seven parts alluring. Compared to Wang Yuyan, she possesses more of a down-to-earth charm and a more captivating allure.

Wang Yuyan is like pure frost under the moon, untouched by dust;

The person in the picture is like a begonia under the lamp, beautiful but not vulgar, charming but not seductive.

Lin Quan stared at the diagrams, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and he smacked his lips softly:

"Tsk... Yu Yan's grandmother is really cunning."

The entire scroll contains thirty-six illustrations. Practicing just one illustration can lead to a complete understanding of the path, while practicing all thirty-six illustrations together is necessary to grasp the true essence of the Northern Darkness.

The Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps) mental technique is also attached at the end, featuring graceful and rhythmic footwork.

As for cultivation? I dare not attempt it lightly at the moment.

The Northern Darkness Divine Skill is one of the three supreme martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect, sharing the same origin and lineage as the Lesser Formless Skill and the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Skill.

But it is very domineering—if you want to embrace all rivers, you must first destroy your own dam.

Only when all skills are lost can the foundation be rebuilt.

Then, should the Lesser Formless Skill, which is also one of the three great divine skills, also be treated the same way?

Lin Quan didn't ask the question aloud; he kept it to himself and decided to try it out later.