Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan glanced at the old poison master's expression out of the corner of his eye, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes, but his face remained calm as usual.

He casually stored the remains of the Dark Demon Bear into his storage soul tool, then tossed the soul bone in front of Zhu Zhuqing:

"After my eldest sister finishes collecting the soul rings, we'll refine them all at once."

The 50,000-year-old soul bone in his hands was as light as a fruit pit; he threw it away decisively and caught it with ease.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her hand and caught it steadily. With just a slight nod, she carefully put the soul bone away.

"Sigh... Only you few treat this soul bone like trash, tossing it away without even glancing at it..."

"If others knew that a top-grade soul bone, rare even once in fifty thousand years, was treated so lightly in your hands..."

"Tsk tsk, I wonder what those old guys who are eagerly awaiting the soul bone think when they hear this..."

The old poisoner smacked his lips, shook his head with envy in his eyes, and simply turned his head away, preferring not to see it.

With a slight thought, he swayed and the spot where he stood was now empty.

When he reappeared, he was already dozens of steps away. He casually sat down on a blue stone, crossed his legs, rolled up his sleeves, took out a wine gourd, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

Swah——

Nearly two hours passed quietly, and the dark, ink-like soul ring around Zhu Zhuyun finally transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into her body.

The spirit ring is complete!

Level 61...

Level 62...

Level 63...

His aura surged like a tide, rising steadily until it reached the peak of level 63 in the blink of an eye, before slowly settling down and settling steadily.

Congratulations, eldest sister!

As soon as Zhu Zhuyun opened her eyes, two figures rushed to her side—Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun stood side by side, smiling and congratulating her in unison.

"Big sister, this is a soul bone that was just taken from the Dark Demon Bear. Why don't you refine it as well?"

"This...this won't do..."

Zhu Zhuyun's lips parted slightly, but before she could speak, Zhu Zhuqing had already shoved the cold-glowing soul bone into her palm with swift and decisive movements.

"This soul bone is utterly useless to Quan and me, like a chicken bone—completely worthless."

"But since it comes from the Dark Demon Bear, only the eldest sister can refine it to truly awaken its ferocious power and unleash its maximum potential."

Zhu Zhuyun looked down at the cold, translucent soul bone in her hand, then looked up at Zhu Zhuqing's open and clear eyes, and finally decided not to refuse anymore.

She nodded and smiled, clasped her hands together, and immediately sat cross-legged to regulate her breathing, guiding the soul bone into her body.

Compared to the perilous and agonizing process of absorbing soul rings, refining soul bones was much smoother.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the wisp of black energy had completely seeped into the meridians and merged with the soul power.

His cultivation level has risen again!

Level 63... Level 64... Level 65...

Only at the peak of level 66 did his aura return to calm and solidity, like a dam releasing floodwaters, without any trace of frivolity.

Zhu Zhuqing quietly extended a wisp of soul power and gently swept it around her sister—

Sure enough, after devouring two soul rings and a soul bone in succession, Zhu Zhuyun's cultivation level increased by nearly twenty levels. However, her soul power was like newly brewed strong liquor, full of energy but not yet fully developed: it was surging on the surface but slightly loose inside. Soul skills that could be activated with 10% of her power now required at least 20% of her soul power to barely stabilize.

"Eldest sister, your cultivation level has increased too rapidly, and your soul power foundation is somewhat unstable."

"In the coming days, you must focus on honing your skills and make the most of every bit of your soul power before you can truly subdue this power."

Before Zhu Zhuqing could finish speaking, Lin Quan had already glanced at the three of them and said in a steady voice, "This place is not safe to stay any longer. Now that the soul ring has been refined, let's leave."

The crowd responded and moved.

The old poisoner let out a burp, flipped over and leaped up; the three Zhu sisters straightened their clothes and sleeves; Lin Quan took the lead, his figure swift as the wind as he darted out of the forest path.

They were on high alert as they arrived, searching for beasts, setting ambushes, and engaging in fierce battles, which took a lot of time and energy.

The journey home is much easier—no need to hide, no need to test, just go at full speed.

In less than an hour, the group emerged from the forest and entered the small town on the edge of the forest.

Back at the restaurant where the horse-drawn carriages were kept, no one was in a hurry to say goodbye.

Lin Quan ordered a quiet private room and a table full of steaming hot roasted soul beast meat: the red-scaled deer leg was crispy and fragrant, the frost-mane pork ribs were fatty but not greasy, and even the sauce was made with three kinds of soul herbs, making it fresh, spicy and sweet.

After a satisfying meal, Lin Quan put down his chopsticks, his gaze turning gentle and deep as he looked at Zhu Zhuyun's face.

"From now on, we will not go back to Xingluo City with our eldest sister."

"After you return, you must master the art of concealing your breath and use it thoroughly; unless it is a matter of life and death, do not easily reveal your true cultivation level."

"However, there is no need to worry—if anything unexpected happens, just pinch the jade slip, and Zhu Qing will be there to assist you at any time."

He changed the subject and looked at Zhu Zhuqing: "Zhuqing, tell Big Sister where we are staying in Tiandou City."

"You sisters have a good chat, we'll set off tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he stood up and left his seat. With a flick of his robe, he slipped out the door, giving Zhu Zhuqing no chance to stop him.

Seeing Lin Quan turn to leave, the old poisoner didn't even blink. He suddenly stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and followed him out of the room.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Lin Quan gave a low shout, and the two of them leaped onto the eaves of the restaurant like arrows released from a bow.

With a slight thought, a heavy five-pound wine jar was steadily placed in his palm.

"Come on, old poisoner, I'll treat you to a real drink today!"

This jar of wine was the most prized possession that Li Hanyi had taken from Baili Dongjun's private wine cellar.

"It smells so good!"

As soon as the mud seal was broken, the rich aroma of the wine surged out like a living thing, rushing straight into the nasal cavity—the old poisoner's Adam's apple bobbed, and he quietly swallowed his saliva.

"Try it!"

Before Lin Quan finished speaking, two rough earthenware bowls appeared out of thin air. With a slight flick of his wrist, the amber-colored wine poured down, without the slightest deviation.

The old poisoner took the bowl and, without saying a word, tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful.

As the liquor entered his throat, a burning sensation exploded instantly. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Although Baili Dongjun's wine cannot compare to the Seven Cups of Starry Night Wine, which possesses the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, it is still enough to stir up the blood and stimulate the soul power!

After taking a sip of wine, his soul power surged like spring tide breaking through ice, flowing endlessly. With a slight change of thought, the flow of soul power in his meridians increased by 30%, instantly boosting his cultivation efficiency!

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his lips parted slightly, and he gasped:

"Hiss...this wine—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan waved his hand with a smile:

"You like it? I'll prepare a few jars for you when we get back to Tiandou City."

The old poisoner grinned, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and did it cleanly and decisively:

"Then this old man truly cannot refuse..."

"In terms of quality and aftertaste alone, the imperial wines served in the palace seem rather bland."

A jar of wine was emptied without anyone noticing.

Their faces flushed slightly, and their steps were a little unsteady, before they swayed back to their respective rooms.

Lin Quan, slightly tipsy, pushed open the door and had just closed the window when a slender figure silently slipped in through the dim light.

Normally, he would have been startled within a breath.

But at this moment, he was slightly tipsy, and the person's waist and shoulder lines were almost identical to Zhu Zhuqing's, so he did not notice anything unusual for a moment.

Until the fingertips touched the soft, warm skin, and their breaths intertwined at the deepest moment—

Lin Quan froze, his movements suddenly stopping.

No need for close inspection, no need for probing; clarity comes in an instant.