Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Swah——

Zhu Zhuqing lightly raised her hand, and a wisp of pure true energy, like a silver thread, penetrated into the six stones.

In an instant, the six soul stones hummed in unison, their golden light bursting forth and illuminating the ground.

In just a few breaths, those bursts of golden light...

Suddenly, a dazzling golden shield formed, completely enveloping Li Hanyi.

Almost at the same instant, strands of golden light, like streams, entered her body.

Li Hanyi felt a warm, moist current surge towards her, quickly spreading throughout her limbs and bones...

It was faintly visible, as if a seed that had been dormant for many years deep in the dantian was quietly cracking its shell, wanting to break through the soil!

Swah——

Time slipped by unnoticed, and only specks of golden light could be seen rising from the surface of the Soul Stone.

Along with the golden shield, it suddenly trembled and, like a whale sucking in water, completely disappeared into Li Hanyi's body!

Click, click...

Several crisp explosions rang out in succession, and six Awakening Soul Stones lay on the ground.

In an instant, it was as if its essence had been drained, and it instantly disintegrated into ashes, scattering on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Lin Quan and the other three subconsciously exchanged glances.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, a local girl, was unsure for a moment—

Did Li Hanyi succeed or fail in this situation?

After a moment of silence, Zhu Zhuqing said softly, "Sister Hanyi, why don't you try summoning your martial spirit?"

Li Hanyi was taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly regained her senses. With a slight thought, her right hand naturally rose.

Swah——

In the blink of an eye, a dark blue longsword appeared out of thin air!

The sword is long and cold, exuding a chilling aura. Its sheath is nowhere to be seen, yet it possesses a formidable sharpness.

"Iron horses and icy rivers..."

She looked down at the sheathless sword in her hand, which gleamed with a chilling light, and was first stunned, then exclaimed in surprise.

That's right—the martial spirit she awakened was none other than her own natal weapon: Iron Horse and Ice River!

Her gaze swept over the martial spirit in her hand, then glanced at the real sword at her waist, and another thought arose in her mind—

Clang!

The ancient sword at her waist responded with a long, resounding sound, its cold light flashing as it was suddenly drawn from its sheath and landed steadily in her left palm.

Swah——

At the same time, the blue light of the martial spirit she held in her right hand rippled slightly, and it shrank to the size of a normal person holding a sword in an instant, which she firmly grasped.

Two iron horses and ice rivers, one on the left and one on the right, lay silently in her palms:

One was a divine weapon of celestial quality from her homeland, the Heavenly Palace; its chilling aura was bone-chilling, and its imposing power was awe-inspiring.

One is a martial spirit that has just broken free from its bloodline. Although it is newly born and immature, it already has a vibrant spirit.

Qiao Jingjing and the other two looked them up and down for a while, then nodded in unison: "They're exactly the same!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan gently shook his head: "That's not right..."

"The weapon that Han Yi possesses looks exactly like her martial spirit."

"But look closely—there's light, vitality, and a response in the eyes of that martial spirit!"

"Its current rank might be slightly inferior."

"But it can breathe, grow, and be tempered along with its master... Once it obtains a soul ring, it will eventually surpass the original body."

Iron Horse and Icy River were originally divine weapons of celestial grade, designated by the Heavenly Palace in Li Hanyi's past life.

It is full of spirituality and has overwhelming power. It also has a domineering and cold sword aura. Ordinary people will be frozen after taking three steps.

However, compared to a newly awakened martial spirit, it is ultimately an inanimate object—no matter how sharp it is, it is still solidified sharpness.

Li Hanyi's martial spirit, however, is like a living tree, with roots firmly planted in her blood and branches reaching into the future.

Even without hunting for Soul Rings, just by nurturing it with her sword intent and nourishing it with her mind every day...

This newly born martial soul will also silently grow, transform, and reach its peak inch by inch.

Suddenly, Lin Quan's eyes lit up, his gaze fixed on the Iron Horse Ice River sword itself.

"Brother Quan, your eyes... did you figure something out?"

Wang Yuyan frowned slightly and couldn't help but speak.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing turned their gazes to her simultaneously.

Even Li Hanyi looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and inquiry.

Lin Quan did not answer, but instead met several pairs of eyes and asked in a deep voice:

"Han Yi, at the moment your martial soul awakened... did you have a special feeling?"

"A special feeling?"

Li Hanyi frowned, a genuine look of bewilderment on her face.

She didn't feel anything unusual; she only felt warmth, brightness, and her blood was burning hot...

But Lin Quan was clearly not asking about those things.

Looking at her confused expression, Lin Quan swallowed slightly and sighed silently.

He then slowly began to speak: "Put away your weapons and martial spirits first, and I'll explain everything to you step by step..."

Clang—!

Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out.

A cold glint flashed across his eyes like lightning. Li Hanyi's wrist sank, and the Iron Horse Ice River sword was quietly sheathed, its sharpness completely concealed.

Almost simultaneously, with a slight thought, the ever-flowing martial spirit in her palm dissipated like smoke and returned to silence.

"Seeing your 'Iron Horse and Icy River' move suddenly reminded me of an old story..."

"Hanyi, do you plan to go to Mount Qingcheng to challenge the sword soon?"

Lin Quan spoke calmly, but Li Hanyi responded without hesitation:

"That's exactly what I'm planning to do, and I'll set off in the next few days."

"Could something unexpected happen this time during the sword challenge?"

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her heart sank inexplicably, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Upon hearing this, Lin Quan felt a sudden weight lift from his shoulders, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"It's good that we haven't even gone up the mountain yet."

His gaze swept over the long sword at her waist, and his tone deepened:

"Do you know where this Iron Horse Ice River sword came from?"

Li Hanyi was slightly taken aback, but without hesitation, she concisely recounted how she obtained the sword, when she recognized it as her master, and why she regarded it as her lifeline.

As for the deeper origins? She truly didn't know.

All that is known is that this sword came from Kunlun and was left behind by that elusive sword immortal. It is shrouded in legends like clouds and mist, and even the secret scrolls of the Hundred Knowledge Hall are vague about it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Quan suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes; instead, it revealed a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

"You probably wouldn't believe it—that Kunlun Sword Immortal is none other than your master, Nangong Chunshui."

"Nangong Chunshui is Li Changsheng; Li Changsheng is the sword master who founded Baixiaotang."

"And this Iron Horse and Icy River was originally one of his two swords, one warm and one cold, called the 'Warm Sword' or the 'Sword of Love'."

"The two swords share the same origin, like threads that connect them. The wielder is destined to be entangled in a series of inextricable and complex cause-and-effect relationships."

He paused, his gaze slowly moving over Li Hanyi, finally settling on her lowered eyelashes, and sighed silently.

Then he whispered:

"The seeds of your life's calamity were sown the moment you grasped this sword."

Swah——

Qiao Jingjing, Wang Yuyan, and Zhu Zhuqing, who were standing nearby, immediately perked up their ears.

This is juicy! Absolutely juicy!

In terms of cultivation, they were far inferior to Li Hanyi; but when it came to their enthusiasm for gossip, each one was more energetic than the last, not even blinking.

Then look at Li Hanyi—her face suddenly turned pale, and her fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

Her heart felt like it had been doused with cold water, but she still bit her lower lip, her voice taut with tension:

"explain."

Lin Quan stopped beating around the bush and recounted everything he knew without missing a single word. He also added several key points that he had repeatedly analyzed, breaking them down into their essentials.