Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He nodded to the two women, then turned his gaze to Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan: "Jingjing, Yuyan, let's go."

Before the words were finished—

The three figures vanished like smoke, leaving no trace.

Chen Xueru and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, smiled silently, and turned to roll up their sleeves and clean up the mess.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, putting the tables and chairs back in their places, and even wringing out and hanging up the rags, the two of them, without even pausing to catch their breath, darted into the courtyard, sat cross-legged, and entered a meditative state to cultivate once more.

The moment their fingertips touched the bluestone ground, Lin Quan and the other two had returned to the Tianshan Mountains.

Before me stretched a snow-capped mountain, its silver peaks piercing the sky. A biting chill swept over me like a knife, stinging my cheeks.

Lin Quan frowned slightly, and the Formless Divine Skill flowed quietly within his body. A warm feeling rose from his dantian, which slowly suppressed the bone-chilling cold.

"This is the Tianshan Mountains."

"Lingjiu Palace is hidden deep within this sea of ​​snow."

"Even with Jingjing's mental power guiding us, it will still take some effort to pinpoint its location."

Swish!Swish!Swish!

With a slight thought, Qiao Jingjing unleashed a torrent of mental power, instantly enveloping the three of them.

The next instant, they rose into the air with the wind beneath their feet, riding the wind and clouds, and swept across icy ridges and snow valleys.

After several dozen breaths, the figure had vanished without a trace, leaving only the surging snow waves.

For a full hour, the three of them traversed mountains and valleys, winding through peaks and mist, finally stopping in front of a sheer cliff.

Looking up, the entire Lingjiu Palace was carved into a towering ice cliff, with pillars suspended in mid-air, halls embedded in the rock, and iron chains forming the steps, all gleaming coldly.

The three of them hung in mid-air, their eyes met, and they were all shocked.

"Lingjiu Palace...it was truly carved out of ice."

"Let's go and meet our long-admired senior master."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan raised his hand and flipped it over, and the Seven Treasures Ring was already firmly on his thumb, its golden light flashing slightly.

He landed gently, and Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan followed suit, their clothes fluttering in the snow, making no sound.

"Who goes there!"

A sharp shout ripped through the air.

In an instant, dozens of figures in pure white shot out from the palace gate, their sword tips reflecting the snow, their cold light dazzling.

In the blink of an eye, the longswords had formed a pincer movement, firmly locking the three of them onto the icy steps in front of the palace gate.

Lin Quan's gaze swept over them—a group of women, each with a lithe figure and a cold, stern expression. Although they were not as stunningly beautiful as Qiao Jingjing and the other woman, they were still rare beauties in the martial arts world.

Too lazy to argue, he flicked his right hand, and the seven-jeweled ring gleamed brightly in the sunlight:

"Lin Quan, a disciple of Wu Yazi of the Xiaoyao Sect, is hereby ordered to pay respects to his Grandmaster Uncle!"

Before the words were finished—

A gray shadow streaked through the air, moving with the speed of a thunderbolt!

Wherever it passed, snow waves exploded, gales howled, and ice shards filled the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the man had already closed in on Lin Quan, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing the ring!

boom--!!

A muffled thud exploded, and an invisible barrier of energy suddenly appeared, forcefully slamming the gray figure into a halt!

The man staggered and stopped, and only then did the three of them see clearly—

He was short as a child, no more than three feet tall, with a face as tender as an eight or nine-year-old child, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, flashing with cold light.

If it's not the Heavenly Child Granny, then who is she?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The old woman was blocked for a moment, but instead of retreating, she flew into a rage!

His figure suddenly split into several afterimages, his fists and kicks moving like a sudden rainstorm, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, bombarding the three of them wildly!

Explosions echoed in the air, and snow dust swirled like boiling water.

The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny's every move was like thunderbolts, causing mountains to crumble and collapsing. Her violent energy tore through the air, stirring up dust and debris that scattered in all directions.

But no one expected that her overwhelming offensive, which had only approached within three feet of Lin Quan and the other two, would be completely cut off, crushed, and swallowed up as if it had struck an invisible wall of bronze and iron.

Although the mental barrier that Qiao Jingjing had created was formless and intangible, it rippled under the continuous attacks of Tianshan Tonglao, like ice being struck by a heavy hammer, trembling incessantly.

In just a few breaths, she had unleashed dozens of deadly moves: her palm strikes were like knives, her finger strikes like drills, and her leg strikes were like whips! Each strike hit the barrier, causing violent ripples that nearly cracked the surface of the barrier, as if it would collapse inch by inch in the next instant.

But precisely at that critical moment, the barrier always manages to hold its ground and remain unbroken.

The mental power of a Level 3 Awakener directly confronted the unparalleled ferocity of a Grandmaster – Qiao Jingjing did not throw a single punch or take a single step, but simply used her will to form a shield and received all of the opponent's frenzied attacks with ease.

The Heavenly Child Granny finally withdrew her attack, her small body standing still, her eyes gleaming with a chilling light, like two clusters of eerie will-o'-the-wisps: "Who are you? Where did the Seven Treasures Rings come from?"

Seeing her stop, Lin Quan and the other two relaxed and secretly let out a long breath.

"We are disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect."

"Master Wuyazi, your disciple Lin Quan greets your eldest grandmaster!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan bowed deeply, bowing respectfully to the youthful-faced, white-haired figure. "This ring was bestowed upon me personally by my master."

"There is another letter, which Master also entrusted us to present to our eldest grandmaster."

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and the letter, wrapped in a sharp vortex of air, whistled through the air and shot straight at the face of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny.

Swah——

The letter hadn't arrived yet, but the wind had already blown it away.

Tianshan Tonglao didn't even lift her eyelids; she simply spread her five fingers slightly, and the letter landed steadily in her palm like a weary bird returning to its nest.

She unfolded the letter and read it carefully. Her gaze slowly rose, sweeping from Lin Quan over Qiao Jingjing, and finally settling on Wang Yuyan's face.

In an instant, her expression froze, and her pupils suddenly contracted—a chilling killing intent flashed across her eyes like lightning!

But in an instant, her eyebrows twitched slightly, her expression returned to its calm and serene state, and that hint of ferocity vanished without a trace.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the surrounding female disciples silently retreated, like the tide receding from the shore.

"If you're not afraid to die, come with me."

After saying those words, she turned and left, her skirts not even fluttering as she stepped into the depths of Lingjiu Palace.

Lin Quan and the other two exchanged glances. Lin Quan nodded in acknowledgment, and the three of them followed, stepping through the majestic mountain gate.

The entire Lingjiu Palace was carved out of the mountainside, with giant rocks as its skeleton and deep caves as its halls.

Upon entering, a breathtaking view unfolds before your eyes—a domed hall rises from the ground, over a hundred paces in diameter, its height and vastness almost suffocating.

Directly above, a rugged stone seat sits on a high platform, upon which sits the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny; to the left and right, two rows of female disciples stand respectfully with their hands at their sides.

Most of them had a calm and steady aura, having reached the peak of the acquired realm; while the leaders had a faint jade light emanating from their bones and muscles, clearly indicating that they were already innate masters!

And then, with the arrival of that grandmaster himself...

If Lingjiu Palace were to raise its arms and issue a call to action, the martial world would surely be thrown into turmoil.

The three stood still, and the hall fell silent, save for the sound of the wind passing through the gaps.

The Heavenly Child Granny suddenly spoke, her voice low but each word sharp and clear: "You... are my junior brother Wuyazi's disciples?"

Before Lin Quan could answer, her gaze was already fixed on Wang Yuyan like a hook: "You are the granddaughter of Wu Yazi and that bitch Li Qiushui."

"you--"

Wang Yuyan's throat tightened, her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a sound.

She had heard about the grudges and entanglements between her grandmaster, uncle, and aunt since she was a child, and every single one of them was etched into her bones.

But when the word "bitch" came crashing down on her, she was momentarily at a loss as to whether to argue, question, or bow her head.