Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

In terms of martial arts talent, she was the most outstanding among the three; moreover, she could memorize what she read and read ten lines at a glance, and the inscriptions on the stone wall were as easy as turning the pages of a book for her.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan raised an eyebrow and gave him a playful glare.

Without a verbal response, she lifted her skirt and stepped forward, her fingertips lightly touching the stone wall, her eyes darting swiftly over the lines of seal carvings.

Strangely enough, she was usually indifferent to other matters, but once the topic of martial arts came up, her eyes would immediately light up with an astonishing brightness, as if spring ice had just cracked and a cold light was bursting out.

Even if Lin Quan didn't speak, she would never miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Seeing her engrossed in writing, Qiao Jingjing, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned her head and rolled her eyes at Lin Quan.

Lin Quan pretended not to see them and walked straight toward the three heritage stone tablets.

He read them one by one: the Formless Divine Skill and the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, the contents of which matched his own perfectly.

The technique of "I am the only one who reigns supreme in the eight directions and six realms" was also imprinted into my mind word for word.

After looking at the three steles, he paused slightly and then moved to the central Changchun stele.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Jingjing swiftly moved and stood beside the monument.

Swah——

Before Lin Quan could speak, she had a thought, and an invisible current suddenly surged out, like wind brushing away dust or water washing jade.

The thick layer of moss on the monument peeled off with a sound, revealing the dark, smooth, and lustrous body beneath.

Only now did the true face of this Changchun stone tablet finally emerge before the three of them.

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Yuyan rushed over, her skirt swaying slightly, and stood beside Lin Quan and the other before they could make a move.

The three of them stared intently at the stone tablet—its surface was covered with countless winding, flowing dark patterns that seemed to have a life of their own, floating faintly as if a living creature were breathing; and on it were engraved rows of ancient and vigorous characters, shaped like those carved from tortoise shells and animal bones, exuding a solemn and ancient aura!

They walked slowly around the monument, their fingertips lightly brushing over every dent and every engraving.

Apart from the strange patterns and mysterious ancient characters, there was no other unusual phenomenon or the slightest sound of any mechanism.

Their eyes met, and they both read confusion and hesitation in each other's eyes.

For a moment, they all froze on the spot, unsure whether to kowtow, push, or burn incense and wait patiently...

"My husband..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan's gazes, like two beams of soft light, fell simultaneously on Lin Quan's face.

Lin Quan's throat moved slightly, but he ultimately didn't utter a single word.

He didn't recognize any of those tadpole-like characters or snake-like patterns, and he couldn't understand a thing about them.

Seeing him lower his eyes and remain silent, the two women exchanged a smile, then said in unison:

"My husband, please take your time to consider this. Let's go take a look elsewhere."

Lin Quan's eyelids twitched, and he silently rolled his eyes, but he didn't stop him. He just kept his gaze fixed on the stone tablet, scanning it repeatedly, from the top of the tablet to the base, not even letting go of the dust in the cracks of the stone.

He tentatively reached out and touched it—

As soon as my fingertips touched the surface of the monument, a chilling sensation suddenly rushed up my wrist. But the chill was not piercing; instead, it was like the first ripples of spring water, cool yet moist. Upon closer inspection, the stone was delicate and soft, almost like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, warm and understated, without any roughness.

"It looks like a rock, but feels like jade to the touch..."

"These patterns and shapes are perfectly natural, as if they weren't carved out, but rather grew naturally from the very essence of the mountains and the earth..."

Before his whispered words had even finished, his mind settled slightly, and he quietly activated his Formless Divine Skill, sending a wisp of silver-like true energy from his fingertips gently into the stele.

In an instant, that wisp of true energy disappeared into the stele without a sound, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even a ripple.

The stone tablet remained silent as ever, its temperature unchanged.

"This is bizarre...it's really bizarre."

He frowned and tried again, but the result was the same—his true energy vanished instantly upon contact with the monument, leaving no trace.

No matter how much force he exerted, how fast he changed, how he adjusted his breathing, or how he concentrated, the stone tablet remained unmoved, like a mute old monk, only absorbing without ever uttering a sound.

"Does this mean we have to cut our wrists and bleed out, to form a blood pact and establish a master-servant relationship?"

The thought suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a sharp glint appeared in them.

"Let's give it a try!"

He glanced quickly into the distance—Qiao Jingjing was bending over to examine a mysterious stele, while Wang Yuyan's fingertips hovered above another broken stele, as if sensing its energy.

Lin Quan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and with a sharp stroke of his fingernail on his thumb, forced out a bright red bead of blood, plump and about to fall.

With a flick of the finger——

Swish!

The drop of blood traced a slight arc, landing precisely in the center of the Changchun stone tablet.

He stared intently, holding his breath, not daring to even tremble his eyelashes.

But the drop of blood only paused slightly on the surface of the monument before sliding diagonally down the stone's texture, leaving a thin, pale red line that slowly flowed towards the base of the monument...

Lin Quan opened his mouth, about to sigh—

"Pfft!"

Two soft chuckles, barely suppressed, suddenly rang out behind me.

It turned out that the two women had been secretly monitoring him with their divine senses. They had seen everything he did: his internal energy cultivation, his frowning, his clenching of teeth, his slashing of his hand, his flicking of blood...

Especially when they saw him flick the blood droplet away with a straight face, the two of them almost doubled over with laughter.

The two women quickly exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly—Lin Quan was probably eyeing the stone tablet right now.

But after staring at the stone tablet for a while and seeing that it remained motionless and undisturbed, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. As soon as that laughter drifted over, how could Lin Quan pretend to be stupid?

His actions just now were clearly seen by the two of them.

"What are you laughing at? I just wanted to test whether this monument could withstand any force..."

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan's mind stirred slightly, and several dazzling arcs of lightning suddenly leaped out from his palm, crackling and flashing wildly.

Without saying a word, he loosened his wrist, and the lightning bolt shot straight towards the stone tablet like a live snake!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

In an instant, silvery-white lightning bolts exploded, densely covering the entire stone tablet, dazzlingly bright—

But when the lightning dissipated, the stone tablet remained as cold and hard as ever, without even a scratch.

Lin Quan was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, his eyes lit up and his heart skipped a beat.

The calmer it is, the more suspicious it seems!

He knew all too well the power of his own thunder: ordinary stones could be pulverized with a single thought; but this Changchun stone tablet wouldn't even leave a trace of scorch.

His gaze shifted to Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan, and he raised his hand to call out, "Jingjing, Yuyan, come here, use your spiritual power to investigate."

The two stepped forward, stood in front of the stone tablet, exchanged a knowing glance, and nodded slightly.

In the next instant, two streams of spiritual energy silently spread out like a thin mist, gently covering the surface of the monument—

hum...

A deep hum suddenly rang out, and the entire stone tablet trembled slightly!

The ancient patterns on the stele, along with the dense oracle bone characters covering it, seemed to be awakened, suddenly emitting a faint, ethereal light.

Those originally scattered and piled-up carvings seemed to come alive, twisting, shifting, and wandering, like tiny figures slowly pacing on the bluestone...

Just as inspiration struck, Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan both broke out in a cold sweat.

Mental energy is being rapidly depleted at a rate visible to the naked eye.