Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Zhu Zhuqing was startled, her fingertips curling slightly inside her sleeve.

Since she formed a contract with Lin Quan to purchase post-apocalyptic supplies for Qiao Jingjing, the total amount of gold soul coins she has spent is less than a million.

Right now, the raw materials for brewing just one jar of wine have already cost a whopping 1.5 million!

While she was still lost in thought, Lin Quan turned his head and asked in a flat tone, "Zhu Qing, do we have enough in the tent?"

Zhu Zhuqing snapped out of her daze and, without saying a word, pulled out two Gold Soul Cards from her pocket. "This one is full, one million."

"There are 476,000 left on this one."

Two cards were gently placed on the sandalwood counter, their surfaces gleaming with a warm, subtle light.

The money in these cards was all obtained by exchanging gold and silver utensils, antique jade artifacts, and other items that Qiao Jingjing salvaged from the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing had eight Gold Soul Cards with a limit of one million each hidden in the pocket at her waist!

All in all, she had redeemed ten million gold soul coins—but compared to the mountains of gold and silver that Qiao Jingjing had swept through in the mirror space, this amount of money was not even a fraction of what she had earned.

That's why Lin Quan and his group never even glanced at gold and silver jewelry.

These things are hard currency in the world of martial spirits; in the world of Li Hanyi and Wang Yuyan, they can also be exchanged for real gold and silver.

But once thrown into the apocalypse where Qiao Jingjing lived, it became the hottest piece of scrap metal—

If you drop a gold ingot on the roadside, no living person will bother to bend down and pick it up; what people really fight tooth and nail for are half a bag of brown rice, a jar of clean water, and a few low-level crystal nuclei.

With the world's gold and silver piled up behind them, Lin Quan and his group would never even flinch when spending money.

"Please wait a moment!"

The shopkeeper acted swiftly upon seeing the card: first swiping the gold soul coins, then calling out to someone to retrieve the goods.

He simply placed the two gold soul cards onto an ebony soul tool on the side of the platform, a light blue light flashed, and then he returned them with both hands.

Just as the card was being returned, Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing's eyes met, and they understood each other without saying a word.

It's not that I'm surprised, it's just that I find the world too twisted—

Despite its ancient, primitive appearance, it was filled with ingenious devices like soul tools:

The Golden Soul Card in Zhu Zhuqing's hand is just like a bank card;

The guiding lamp hanging on the street corner never went out all night;

The storage soul tool can hold an entire warehouse...

The lives of nobles and Soul Masters were extremely extravagant, with a constant stream of novel and strange artifacts.

Yet, under the same blue sky, ordinary people gnaw on tree bark and drink muddy water, unable to even sense fluctuations in soul power.

Two worlds coexist in one corner, yet they seem to be separated by an invisible abyss.

Before long, the shopkeeper returned with several employees, carrying three heavy storage soul tools on his shoulders.

Ladies and gentlemen, all the goods you requested are here...

Swah——

Before he finished speaking, the shopkeeper flicked his sleeve and raised his wrist slightly.

The items that were pressed down in the storage soul tool poured out instantly, neatly covering half of the long table.

Materials that have been used for centuries or millennia are piled up like small mountains, all of which are scarce and sought-after ingredients for brewing wine in the forest and springs—root dew, marrow core fruit, ice spirit vine buds, mysterious yin flower stamens... nothing is missing.

Without exception, all of these materials originated from the soul beasts themselves.

Ninety-nine percent of them come from plant-type soul beasts, with only a few exceptions taken from the essence of beast-type soul beasts.

Lin Quan's gaze swept over it, his fingertips did not touch it, but his divine sense had already swept over it.

It is of excellent quality, with full medicinal properties, and you can't smell even a trace of staleness.

shuh...

After the inventory was completed, he didn't utter a single extra word.

With a slight press of his hand and a gentle twist of his palm, the pile of materials, some hundreds or thousands of years old, seemed to be swept away by an invisible current and suddenly disappeared into the mirror space, vanishing without a trace.

Then, his gaze turned serious as he looked at the few ancient plants in the corner.

Compared to soul beasts that are hundreds or thousands of years old, plant-type soul beasts that are tens of thousands of years old have already undergone a complete transformation.

Especially these living soul beasts that can continuously produce core materials—with roots that never wither, veins that never run dry, bearing fruit year after year, and blossoming year after year—are rare treasures that are hard to come by in the entire martial soul world!

He glanced at it briefly, confirmed it was correct, and his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't even utter a single polite word.

With another flick of the wrist and a gentle pull of the fingers, the several ancient materials, along with the jade box beneath them, were silently dragged into the mirror space.

"The stuff is tough enough."

"Please keep a close eye on things, shopkeeper. From now on, we'll buy as many materials as we can, even those that are ten thousand or five thousand years old."

"We'll accept it all."

Upon hearing this, the manager of the Qibao Chamber of Commerce's eyes lit up, like sparks flying from a flint.

Admittedly, it took a lot of time and effort to gather this batch of goods, but the profits were so high they could bend a scale!

If this deal can truly become a long-term investment, it would be enough to make the Chamber of Commerce's accountant laugh in the middle of the night.

He immediately cupped his hands in greeting and said three times, "Good! Good! Good!"

Once both parties agreed on the rule of a three-month delivery period, the shopkeeper's smile widened, and he personally led the way, warmly seeing Lin Quan and his entourage out of the Chamber of Commerce.

As they watched their figures disappear into the distance, Sect Leader Ning and Sword Douluo remained standing in the shadows, their gazes never leaving each other.

Only after the figure turned the corner did the two slowly turn their gaze away.

Sect Leader Ning spoke first, his voice extremely low: "Uncle Jian, what do you think...?"

"This group of people is unusual."

"Two of the young women had a steady sword style, with their sharpness concealed."

"Especially that one—his aura was extremely well concealed, yet when my divine sense got a little closer, it felt as if a cold blade was pressed against my neck..." Sword Douluo paused, his brows furrowing slightly, a rare solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"The sword intent emanating from her wasn't sharpness, it was 'severance.' Severing tendons, severing meridians, severing life."

hiss……

Sect Leader Ning gasped, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his expression changed slightly.

Sword Douluo is a level 96 Title Douluo!

For him to utter the words "sever life," that girl's sword must have already slain more than one expert of the same level.

Regardless of other factors, in terms of swordsmanship alone, this person is probably already above the Sword Douluo level.

Meanwhile, Lin Quan and his group, who had already left the Chamber of Commerce, were slightly surprised to catch a glimpse of Sect Leader Ning and Sword Douluo at the entrance, but they treated them as ordinary passersby.

Once I stepped out the door, I didn't think about it anymore.

Only Li Hanyi's eyes flickered slightly when she heard the name Sword Douluo, indicating that she had remembered this person.

"Sister Zhuqing—!"

Just as the group turned onto the long street, a clear voice came from behind.

Looking back, he recognized her immediately—the old poisoner's granddaughter, Dugu Yan, was jogging to catch up.

Of all the people traveling with her, she only recognized Zhu Zhuqing.

The two had met several times recently while purchasing daily necessities such as grain, medicine, cloth, salt, and sugar.

Although everyone was wearing masks, Zhu Zhuqing's figure—narrow waist, long legs, sharp shoulders, and a natural air of swagger when she walked—was instantly recognizable to anyone who knew her.

Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads and their eyes all fell on Dugu Yan.

She was holding the hand of a girl of similar age, whose face was covered by a light veil and whose gait was gentle and graceful. This was none other than Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan's only confidante and closest friend in the academy!

Possessing the "Nine-Heart Begonia" martial soul, she is both hailed as the light of life and cursed by fate!

Seeing Dugu Yan holding Ye Lingling's arm with one hand, and waving her other hand with a beaming smile at them,