Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan's lips curled slightly, his expression resolute: "It really is her—Snow Moon Sword Immortal."

The three women turned their heads at the sound, their eyes filled with inquiry: "Does our husband know this person?"

He nodded silently, his mind stirring slightly. The Time-Space Mirror instantly transformed all past causes and effects, contracts, and reasons for crossing boundaries into clear thoughts, which were then directed towards the person in the mirror.

Over there, Han Yi's fingertips paused slightly, and his sword strike subsided somewhat.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a figure slowly emerged—calm, clear-headed, and without a trace of mockery.

A whisper seemed to brush past my ear:

"This ordeal might change my fate."

Whether you sign or not is entirely up to you—I will never force you in the slightest…

The cultivation level of the Snow Moon Sword Immortal before them was as deep as the ocean, far beyond what Lin Quan and his companions could reach at this moment.

But if she insists on refusing, Lin Quan will never force her to stay!

The Time-Space Mirror has long been anchored in this world; if she turns and leaves, Lin Quan can choose someone else at any time.

After receiving the message from Lin Quan, she closed her eyes and focused her mind. When she looked up again, Lin Quan's clear image appeared in her mind.

The chilling, icy, and sharp sword energy gradually subsided, receding like the tide receding from the shore, and calmed down slightly.

The next instant, she swayed slightly, suddenly leaped off the eaves, and landed back on the blue bricks in the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes sharp as blades, still bearing the marks of her unwavering vigilance.

Before he could finish speaking, he went straight to the point: "Who exactly are you?"

"I've made myself clear—I don't belong in your world."

"You and I are separated by an insurmountable chasm between the two worlds."

"Regarding the contract, it's all up to you. Think it through before you answer."

Having said all he could say, Lin Quan lowered his eyes and fell silent, uttering no more words.

Qiao Jingjing, unable to contain herself any longer, asked softly:

"Do you think she'll refuse or accept?"

Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes met, and they remained silent for a moment.

If this person is truly at peace and free from all thoughts, perhaps they will simply walk away.

But if there are still unfulfilled ambitions or regrets in one's heart, such an opportunity to break through boundaries is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—how can one miss it?

Looking at Li Hanyi again, she was initially quite shocked, but she never decisively rejected the idea.

The longer the silence, the clearer the answer becomes.

Just as the three women were whispering to each other and Lin Quan was waiting quietly for the situation to unfold,

Li Hanyi finally realized that what she was seeing was neither a dream nor a trap.

She held her breath for a moment, then suddenly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a faint yet radiant smile.

He then raised his head, his voice clear and melodious like a sword being drawn from its sheath: "I wish to form a contract with you."

Swah——

As soon as she finished speaking, a bronze mirror suddenly appeared in front of her, its surface rippling with a faint light, which then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the back of her left hand.

The bronze mirror imprint quietly took shape, its faint light shimmering as if whispering the passage of time.

Once the contract was signed, a vast amount of information surged in, directly penetrating the sea of ​​consciousness.

After she had fully processed the information, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she finally whispered:

"So...it was true after all."

Even though he appeared calm, he was always on edge, his mind taut.

Only now, with the mark imprinted and the soul resonating with it, did she truly believe—

The world Lin Quan lived in was indeed a completely different realm from the snow-covered mountains and rivers beneath her feet.

The matter is settled; there is no need for further invitations.

With a slight thought, Li Hanyi's figure instantly dissipated like smoke, and when it solidified again, it was already standing in front of Lin Quan and the other three.

Before anyone could speak, her brows furrowed slightly, and her breath hitched slightly—

This place is almost completely barren!

The spiritual energy was so thin it was almost like a vacuum, and even the slightest breath could hardly evoke a resonance.

Her cold expression darkened slightly as she was about to examine him closely when she saw the four of them, including Lin Quan, all staring at her and scrutinizing her discreetly.

Unfathomable!

Lin Quan remained calm, having already made up her mind—now that the contract was formed, even if she had a thousand complaints, she would never lay a hand on him.

But Qiao Jingjing and the other two felt a chill run down their spines: that invisible sword intent seemed to be able to tear the air apart at any moment, making it difficult for them to breathe.

A hint of solemnity flashed across the eyes of the three almost simultaneously, and their fingertips tightened subtly.

Noticing the four gazes, Li Hanyi's eyes shifted, clear and cold as she swept them across everyone's faces.

Before she could speak, Lin Quan had already taken half a step forward, cupped his hands, and smiled:

"I have long admired the name of Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal."

"I am Lin Quan, the master of the Time-Space Mirror."

Don't let Li Hanyi's appearance, which is only in her early twenties, fool you.

But her cultivation level had long since surpassed the limits of the world in Snow Moon City—the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm!

Lin Quan and his three companions had just broken free from the shackles of mortal form and stepped into the realm of the Innate.

In Li Hanyi's world, this would at most be considered a beginner in the Vajra Realm.

Even this threshold might not be easily crossed!

As soon as he finished his self-introduction, Lin Quan raised his hand and gestured to Qiao Jingjing and the other two:

"These three are also holders of the Time-Space Mirror, each from a completely different world..."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze shifted and landed on the three women:

"Jingjing, Yuyan, Zhuqing, you each say a few words."

Having received the greeting, Qiao Jingjing and the other two smiled slightly and briefly explained their origins.

At the same time, Li Hanyi also raised her eyes and swept them over Lin Quan and the other three, her gaze sweeping across each of their faces like double-edged blades.

With just one glance, her brow furrowed slightly—although the four men's auras were steady, they were far from reaching the level she was familiar with.

With a slight thought, the oppressive sharpness emanating from her body vanished instantly, melting away like snow in her palm.

When he spoke again, his voice was clear and calm: "My name is Li Hanyi, and I come from Snow Moon City..."

She paused, her gaze suddenly fixing on Lin Quan's face, a cold glint flashing in her eyes:

"Since we are from different worlds, how do you know my name?"

Snow Moon Sword Immortal—these four words are a title that no one in the martial arts world can bear.

Only those at the level of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, whose sword intent is profound and who can shatter the void, are worthy of this title!

But Lin Quan is clearly not from that realm, so how could he know her?

Lin Quan showed no surprise whatsoever; instead, a smile appeared on her face as she turned to look at Wang Yuyan.

"Yu Yan, you're in charge of resolving this."

Wang Yuyan nodded in agreement, her tone gentle yet firm:

"Sister Hanyi, don't be in a hurry, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Before Li Hanyi could answer, she reached out and took his wrist, gently pulling him down to sit side by side on the sofa.

After everyone was seated, she spoke slowly:

"Does Sister Hanyi have any 'storybooks' or 'fictional tales'?"

"Look, this is what our world looks like."

As she spoke, a thought flickered in her mind, and with a light swipe of her fingertips, several novels with yellowed pages appeared out of thin air in her palm—the very same ones that Qiao Jingjing had brought with her.

"What's described in the book is largely the reality of life in our area..."

"That's probably how Brother Quan found out about you."

Li Hanyi took the book, her gaze quickly sweeping over a few lines, especially lingering on the paragraph about Wang Yuyan.

As he flipped through the pages, he glanced up at the gentle woman before him, his expression gradually darkening.

"According to you, I... am nothing more than a phantom on paper, or an illusion on a stage?"

As soon as she said those words, she froze—the absurdity was chilling.