Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Immediately, his gaze shifted and landed on Zhu Zhuyu—Zhu Zhuqing's quiet and reserved second sister.

"Sister Zhuyu's injuries... perhaps the healing pills can help."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he lightly flicked his fingertips, and the space within the mirror opened in response, revealing a small jade bottle held steadily in his palm.

The bottle contained a healing pill he had personally refined; its medicinal fragrance lingered and emanated a subtle golden glow.

"There's a healing pill in the bottle. Second Sister, try taking it first."

Before he finished speaking, he had already handed over the jade bottle, decisively and without hesitation.

Zhu Zhuyu paused, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she did not reach out to take it. Instead, she turned her head to look at Zhu Zhuqing, her eyes silently questioning.

"It's what Brother Quan gave it, Second Sister, use it as you see fit." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was clear and bright, with an undeniable certainty. "Do as he says, and see if you can rebuild your martial spirit and mend your foundation."

Upon hearing the words "reforge your martial spirit," Zhu Zhuyu's eyes lit up instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, she took the jade bottle and swallowed the pill.

Swah——

The pill had barely entered her throat when her expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation, she sat cross-legged with her palms facing upwards, focusing all her efforts on channeling the medicinal power throughout her body's meridians.

Lin Quan nodded, his gaze naturally shifting to Zhu Zhuyun.

Zhu Zhuyun met his gaze, subconsciously straightened her back, and her expression turned slightly stern—she wondered what trick this young man was going to pull this time.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking: "Zhuqing, teach the Breath Concealment Technique to eldest sister."

The Breath Concealing Technique? A secret method dedicated to concealing one's aura.

In Wang Yuyan's world, it wouldn't even be considered a third-rate cultivation technique; at best, it would be a clever breathing technique.

But for Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing now, they can control their aura at will, and even the brightness and color of their soul rings can be easily adjusted.

He taught Zhu Zhuyun this method so that she could stabilize her rapidly increasing cultivation level—with a Qi-Nourishing Pill as a foundation and three ten-thousand-year-old soul bones fused into her body, although she had not yet absorbed her fifth soul ring and was still a four-ring Soul Master on the surface, her power was already poised to be unleashed.

Once you break through the realm, you are very likely to jump directly to the sixth-ring Soul Emperor!

The leap from Soul Master to Soul Emperor was too significant.

Even if she is the legitimate daughter of the Star Luo royal family, if the news leaks out, she will inevitably attract prying eyes and fear.

Therefore, it must be hidden.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, then immediately turned around and whispered the incantation to Zhu Zhuyun clearly.

Zhu Zhuyun listened intently, not missing a single word, her brows furrowed with concentration.

Lin Quan didn't disturb them any further and quietly left the carriage.

Days slipped by one by one.

On the morning of the third day, the carriage came to a stop, and the vast mist at the edge of the Starry Forest was already within reach.

At that moment, Zhu Zhuyu opened her eyes.

His martial spirit, which had been destroyed for many years, was not only fully restored, but also purified of impurities with the power of the elixir, causing his cultivation level to leap from the twenties to the full thirties.

He is only one soul ring away from knocking on the door of the Soul Master.

Under Zhu Zhuqing's patient guidance, Zhu Zhuyun finally stumbled through the first hurdle of the Breath Concealment Technique, barely managing to step into the door. But to truly control it at will—to suppress her breathing, lock her bloodline, and even stabilize the fluctuations of her soul rings—she still needed to diligently practice for a while!

"Should we rest in town first, or go straight into the woods?"

The three of them turned to look at Lin Quan, their gazes sweeping over the dense, overgrown forest in the distance and landing on him.

Lin Quan glanced at the sky, said nothing more, and waved his hand: "Find a restaurant in town, settle the carriage in, and head into the mountains immediately."

The group exchanged glances, and no one spoke, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

The group quickly found a clean and tidy tavern in a small town on the edge of the forest. As soon as the carriage came to a stop, without even taking a sip of tea, they packed up and set off, plunging into the deep forest.

"Old Poisoner, we'll have to rely on you to pave the way for the rest of the journey."

As soon as he stepped into the outer edge of the forest, Lin Quan paused, his gaze fixed on the old poisoner.

"Leave it to me." The old poisoner grinned, patting his sturdy chest. "I'll chop down as many soul beasts under ten thousand years old as they come; even if we encounter one a hundred thousand years old, we might still be able to take down this tough nut."

This is no boast—before his soul power was depleted, a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast would be his death if it ran into him; if he encountered one that was more than one hundred thousand years old, as long as he wasn't surrounded, he could escape without hesitation.

Unless it's those lurking, nameless monsters who make a move, no one can stop him in this forest right now.

The further they went, the denser the ancient trees became, and the thicker the miasma grew. Only after entering the territory inhabited by thousand-year-old soul beasts did Zhu Zhuqing speak:

"With my current foundation, Second Sister can easily swallow soul rings that are less than three thousand years old."

"Eldest sister has nothing to worry about; she can withstand everything for the next 30,000 years."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Quan's expression remained unchanged, but the Zhu sisters, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuyu, along with the old poison master, were all slightly taken aback.

In their old understanding, the third ring lasted at most 1,200 years, and the fifth ring, which could last for 15,000 years, was already extremely rare. Now, Zhu Zhuqing was talking about 3,000 and 30,000, which was like raising the ruler by a whole new level, leaving them somewhat bewildered.

Seeing this, Lin Quan rolled his eyes helplessly: "Zhu Qing, you should explain things to them."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't hesitate at all and immediately explained:

"The so-called 'limit of spirit ring age' has no fixed rule."

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Before she finished speaking, her mind stirred slightly, and black light surged beneath her feet. One after another, jet-black soul rings rose up, layer upon layer, their oppressive power emanating from them.

"My third ring starts at 30,000 years."

"Even the weakest of the five rings behind have 50,000 years of cultivation."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the three of them: "What makes you think you can inhale like that?"

"The physical body is tough enough to withstand the tearing sensation; the spirit is resilient enough to suppress the remnant soul's counterattack."

Ultimately—the stronger the physique, the more stable the divine sense; what difference does it make whether or not to absorb a spirit ring? Surpassing a level? A piece of cake. If a 100,000-year-old spirit beast were willing to offer a spirit ring, she would accept it without batting an eye.

"So with Second Sister's current physique, she can definitely be taken down within three thousand years."

After hearing these words and seeing the heavy black rings on her body, the old poison master and the Zhu Zhuyun sisters nodded in understanding, and the doubt between their brows vanished in an instant.

Speaking of physique, Lin Quan suddenly remembered something. He flipped his wrist, and the space in the mirror hummed softly. A huge piece of gelatinous substance appeared—as big as an adult's head, with a bluish-gray sheen.

"Whale glue?"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered slightly, but then she remained calm as before.

Lin Quan had already explained the effects of this stuff to them. Ordinary whale glue was indeed quite useless to them; but its strange side effects... kept Lin Quan on his mind.

However, the old poison master and the Zhu Zhuyun sisters, upon seeing the clump of whale glue in Lin Quan's palm,

Their expressions froze instantly, and surprise and astonishment flashed across their eyes.

After a few breaths of silence, the old poison master's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a flash of inspiration had pierced through the fog.