Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The Zhu and Dai families have been linked by marriage for generations, and the struggle for the throne has been bloody and turbulent. Anyone with a bit of influence knows all about these secrets.

Look at these two people in front of you—one stands upright and confident, the other stands calmly and composed. The unspoken understanding between them is thicker than ink and stronger than wine.

The old poison master's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tentatively asked, "What does Young Master Lin mean...?"

Lin Quan met his gaze, her tone as sharp as a blade: "Zhu Qing is someone close to me. That marriage contract should be torn up."

"It all depends on whether the old poisoner is willing to come with us to Xingluo."

If the hidden dangers hadn't been eliminated, Dugu Bo might have thought twice. But what about now?

The poison barrier dissipated, and his cultivation level leaped to level ninety-six. Even his martial spirit was reborn from the ashes!

The mere Star Luo Empire was nothing more than a threshold in his eyes; even the dragon's den and tiger's lair of Martial Soul City was a place he dared to venture into.

"It's just Xingluo, not the Underworld—what's wrong with this old man accompanying Young Master Lin on this trip?"

"Just one question: When do we depart?"

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush and immediately followed up:

"The sooner the better. Once this is settled, the sooner the better."

"If you hadn't happened to come today, we would have set off tomorrow morning."

The old poisoner nodded: "Then let's set off tomorrow morning."

With the matter settled, Lin Quan changed the subject, his gaze falling on the grandfather and grandson, his eyes calm and resolute:

"How's your practice of the Five Poisons Scripture, taught by Yu Yan?"

Upon hearing the mention of this technique, a glint of fire immediately ignited in the old poison master's eyes.

To Wang Yuyan, it might only be third-rate stuff; but in this Martial Soul World, it's the first of its kind since the creation of the world—

Apart from the "Mysterious Heaven Skill" in that little punk's hand, no other martial arts technique can compare to it!

"If you encounter any obstacles in your cultivation, Old Poison Master, please feel free to speak up."

"I dare not boast about anything else, but when it comes to the secrets of the Five Poisons Scripture, Zhu Qing and I can explain them clearly to you."

The old poison master exchanged a glance with his granddaughter, and without any hesitation, began to recount all the difficulties he had encountered in his recent enlightenment.

Lin Quan responded with every word, hitting the nail on the head; Zhu Zhuqing added key points from the side, speaking concisely and to the point.

The grandfather and grandson listened intently, their brows unfurrowing and their eyes shining, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

Night quietly crept through the window. Lin Quan glanced at the time and said aloud:

"Zhuqing, the rest is up to you."

"Old Poisoner, it's rare for you and your grandson to come all this way, so please have dinner at my residence today."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already turned and strode towards the kitchen, leaving no room for the other party to refuse.

When Lin Quan carried a table laden with a dazzling array of seafood into the courtyard and invited the three to take their seats,

Zhu Zhuqing had already patiently and meticulously answered the questions of the grandmother and grandson.

The fog that had been lingering in my mind has now completely dissipated;

In particular, their understanding of the Five Poisons Scripture has quietly propelled them to a new level—no longer confined to superficial appearances, but reaching the very essence.

What warmed their hearts even more was that Lin Quan was willing to impart all his secret teachings to them.

Just as Lin Quan said earlier: Even if the Dugu family's martial spirit degenerates into the Azure Phosphorous Serpent again, as long as the Five Poisons Scripture continues to burn, it can tame the venom, control the poison, and no longer suffer from its backlash!

"Come on, try my cooking!"

"These sea spirit beasts were hunted yesterday from the depths of the Far East Abyss, a journey of a thousand miles. They are all over five thousand years old!"

As Lin Quan smiled and set out the chopsticks, he recounted the origins and details of the delicacies on the table.

"Tsk, the flavor of this meat... it's so fresh it penetrates to the bone!"

The old poisoner picked up a piece of snow-white fish meat and put it in his mouth, his brows suddenly relaxing.

He had tasted many soul beast meats, but this kind of refreshing, sweet, and fragrant flavor was a first for him.

After finishing his meal, the old poison master stroked his beard and sighed, "Wonderful! Truly wonderful! The freshness of this sea spirit beast's bones and tendons has actually suppressed the fishy smell, leaving only a mellow and rich flavor!"

"If I ever want to change my tastes in the future, I'm afraid I'll really have to take a trip to the seaside..."

A day slips by quietly amidst laughter and conversation.

As dusk settled on the horizon, the grandfather and grandson rose to take their leave.

Watching the two figures disappear around the street corner, Lin Quan turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing and whispered:

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

Before she finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing's ears were flushed, her cheeks were slightly hot, her eyes were lowered, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeves.

Seeing this, Lin Quan smiled and said nothing more. He reached out and put his arm around her slender waist. In a flash, the two of them disappeared like smoke.

The next morning, Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing had just finished washing up and set out the porridge, dishes, and snacks when they heard familiar footsteps outside the courtyard gate—

The old poisoner came alone; his granddaughter did not accompany him.

"Senior, are you hungry? Please sit down and have something to eat with us. We'll set off after we finish eating."

Lin Quan raised his hand to greet him, and the old poison master did not refuse at all, lifting his robe and sitting down with swift movements.

After finishing three bowls of hot porridge and setting the bowls and chopsticks down, the three of them immediately set off.

As soon as they stepped out of Tiandou City, Lin Quan turned to Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Let's head to Soto City first."

Dugu Bo was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out, "Do you need me to give you a ride? We can fly over there; it will save time and effort."

"No need." Lin Quan shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Running on the ground isn't necessarily slower than running in the sky."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes met Zhu Zhuqing's, and they exchanged a knowing glance—

With a light touch of the toes, the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) unfolded!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The two figures suddenly lengthened, their afterimages overlapping, seemingly broken yet connected;

One moment they were right in front of you, the next they were several feet away.

Just as the old poison master locked onto one of the illusory figures, the shadow vanished silently like water vapor...

"Hiss—that speed..."

"Even with my current cultivation level, my ability to soar through the air at full power is nothing more than this!"

He looked up and saw that the two streaks of light had shrunk to two dots on the horizon and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He gasped, not daring to be careless. With a push of his feet, he leaped into the air and chased after the wind.

The speed displayed by Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing is so great that even a titled Douluo of the agility-based attack type would have difficulty distinguishing them!

Two figures could be seen moving across the ground like lightning, appearing and disappearing as if they were teleporting;

In mid-air, the old poisoner rode the wind, yet somehow found himself at a disadvantage—

Those two figures, skimming close to the ground, seemed to be leading the way, with him relentlessly pursuing them.

As time went on, the two showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, their pace became increasingly vigorous and steadily increased.

Mid-air, the old poisoner, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, muttered involuntarily, "Terrible...truly terrifying!"

"I strained my entire body to fly, yet I could only barely keep up behind them!"

"I wonder how much of their strength they still have left to unleash?"

He guessed correctly—at this moment, although Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing were as fast as a startled swan, they were still like a bow not fully drawn and a blade not yet cold, far from reaching their true limit.

During this arduous journey, Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing showed no signs of fatigue.

Instead, with the rhythm of her light-footed steps, she ran faster and faster, and became more and more clear-headed.

Even the internal energy within his body had quietly solidified, as if it were about to break free from its cocoon.

The old poisoner was quite the opposite—this titled Douluo only lasted half a day before his soul power was reduced by nearly half, like the receding tide.