Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Seeing her brow furrow slightly and her lips part and close again, Lin Quan immediately said gently, "Don't panic, I'm here."

He paused, then added, "Even without me, with your current peak Grandmaster cultivation, plus the secret techniques of the Free and Unfettered Sect and your awakened talent—would a mere cripple even warrant your frown?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over her, and Zhu Zhuqing's tense shoulders finally relaxed. Indeed, her current combat strength was already on par with a Soul Douluo; if she were to unleash the Free and Easy Steps and the Profound Yin Finger, she would dare to face even a Title Douluo head-on without fear!

The three figures gradually disappeared into the distance, heading towards Shrek Academy, hidden deep in a deserted village on the outskirts of Soto City.

The closer they got to the village, the more the old poisoner's nonchalant attitude faded, replaced by a bewildered and absurd expression. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and spoke:

"Shrek Academy? This dump... does such an academy actually exist?"

Before the words were even finished, the three of them were already standing in front of the door to their destination.

What kind of academy is that? It's just an abandoned, dilapidated village: the earthen walls are crooked, the fences are half collapsed, and a few crooked houses are huddled in the wind. Only a wooden sign with peeling paint and rust is stuck in the mud, and the four characters "Shrek Academy" on it are so faded that they are almost unrecognizable.

The old poisoner's mouth gaped open, his eyes nearly popping out, and after a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out, "This...this is the Shrek Academy that Young Master Lin and his entourage have been searching for?"

What kind of academy is this?!

This is clearly a pile of rotten bones left by the passage of time!

"That's right, it's the first stop on this trip."

Lin Quan looked at the old poisoner's bewildered face, shook his head helplessly, and without offering any further explanation, strode towards the village entrance.

No, it was about heading towards that abandoned village where even the villagers had moved out.

“Eh…”

Just a few steps into the village, the old poisoner suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing sharply, like a hunting dog that had caught a whiff of blood.

It wasn't just him. Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing almost simultaneously paused—a faint sense of being watched, like spider silk, wrapped around the back of their necks, sticky and quiet, yet carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Brother Quan..." Zhu Zhuqing took a step to the side, her fingertips already quietly gripping the short blade hidden in her sleeve.

Lin Quan, however, grabbed her wrist with his own, his warm palm pressing gently on the back of her hand, signaling her not to move.

Immediately, a very thin stream of spiritual energy silently swept towards the old poison master: "Pretend you don't know—the person in the shadows is most likely Tang Hao, who has been missing for over ten years."

The old poison master's heart trembled violently, he gasped, and his mental energy almost lost its balance: "Hiss... Young Master Lin, are you sure? It really is that... Tang Hao?"

Back then, Haotian Douluo could split mountains with a single hammer and shake the heavens with both fists. Who wouldn't feel a jolt of fear upon hearing that?

Lin Quan remained unmoved, his voice transmission steady: "So what if it's Tang Hao? Is the old poison master afraid?"

"I'm afraid of him?" the old poisoner replied stiffly, but a hint of weakness could be hidden in his voice at the end. "...Hmph, he's just a rusty iron hammer that's been worn out for ten years."

Lin Quan chuckled: "That's right. That once-renowned Haotian Douluo is now just a resounding title—his inner self is long gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thought suddenly flashed through Lin Quan's mind, and he immediately lowered his voice and added:

"Whatever you see later, you better pretend it doesn't exist, you old poisoner..."

The old poison master was taken aback upon hearing this, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and the wrinkles on his face froze.

He couldn't quite grasp the intricacies of those words, feeling only that they contained a thorn, yet he couldn't find a way to ask them.

Despite his suspicions, he didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly, his sleeve falling down to cover half of his taut hand.

Only Lin Quan himself knew—beneath this seemingly dilapidated Shrek Academy, with its mud-plastered walls and crooked, run-down structure,

A transformed soul beast with 100,000 years of cultivation is lying dormant!

Lin Quan had never liked that brat and had no compassion for soul beasts.

In his eyes, however, there are different levels among soul beasts.

For example, the snow woman they hunted on the far northern ice plains, and the narwhal that suddenly disintegrated in the deep sea—

When he made a move, the knife rose and fell swiftly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

As for those soul beasts with cultivation of ten thousand or a thousand years? He had long since treated them as ingredients in his stove, carefully controlling the heat before putting them into the pot.

Lin Quan never deliberately tramples on any soul beast that can condense into human form or has already taken human form.

As long as he doesn't provoke him, he won't even bother to lift an eyelid.

But if you really run into the line of fire—regardless of whether you're a transformed soul beast with scales and horns or a human soul master wearing a golden crown—

We will fight without hesitation, without any ambiguity.

"This is Shrek Academy. Who goes there?!"

As soon as the three stepped into the academy's mountain gate, a slender figure suddenly appeared, like a broken blade cutting through the air, blocking their path!

The man was probably in his fifties, with high cheekbones, his robes were washed white, and his eagle eyes were as cold as frost.

Lin Quan glanced at the person and his heart stirred slightly—this person was actually a Soul Emperor of level sixty-something!

Before Lin Quan could speak, the old poisoner narrowed his eyes, his voice filled with surprise:

"This godforsaken place actually harbors a Soul Emperor?"

Little did he know that the Shrek Academy before him was dilapidated, with even the walls peeling away.

What looks like a pile of abandoned old bricks and tiles actually has a shockingly high threshold.

Even the old man sweeping the floor in the courtyard has a cultivation level no lower than the one in front of you!

Shrek? Never even heard of it.

"A mere Soul Emperor dares to block my path?"

The old poisoner sneered, put his hands behind his back, and took a step forward.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In the blink of an eye, a powerful pressure as heavy as a mountain exploded out, causing the air to vibrate and hum.

Immediately afterwards, rings of spirit rings rose up around him, in shades of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, layer upon layer, shining brightly.

When the seventh ring lit up, the old man's expression suddenly tightened;

The eighth ring appeared, his pupils contracted sharply, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down;

The moment the ninth ring slowly rose up—

A chilling, utterly horrified look suddenly surged deep within his eyes!

Title Douluo!

Shrek Academy has a strong foundation: it has three Soul Saints in charge.

In any academy on the mainland, this would be a tough nut to crack, someone who would dare to draw their sword even if faced with a Soul Douluo!

A titled expert? Even if they've just stepped into the threshold, they're someone the powerful can only look up to for a lifetime—let alone challenge them.

Several breaths passed before the old man managed to regain his composure. He gritted his teeth, braced himself against the overwhelming force, and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! I am unaware of any offense I may have committed against Your Majesty..."

His first thought was: it must be some teacher who spoke recklessly, or some group of immature students who caused trouble!

He knew exactly what kind of place his own academy was.

None of them are easy to deal with!

Seeing the old man trembling like a leaf, the old poisoner didn't say a word, but turned his gaze coldly to Lin Quan and the other man.

He still has no idea what the purpose of his trip was.

Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush, and went straight up to her, his voice clear and bright:

"Is there some lecherous bastard named Dai Mubai around here?"

Swish!Swish!Swish!