Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

To everyone's surprise, as soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they found that Qiao Jingjing had also returned to the main world at some point.

"When did Jingjing get back?"

He glanced at the three of them, and without any formalities, sat down next to them.

"I just got back about ten minutes ago."

"I'm helping Sister Hanyi completely refine and integrate the eighth 100,000-year soul ring into her body."

"I wanted to take a break, but I didn't expect my husband to be willing to withdraw from the Martial Soul World so quickly."

Before Lin Quan could reply, Qiao Jingjing had already sat down in his lap with a smile, playfully tapping his chest with her fingertips.

Lin Quan rolled his eyes in exasperation, then frowned slightly: "So long, and you've only managed to fuse one soul ring?"

It should be noted that Qiao Jingjing is now a Level 4 Awakener, and her mental strength far surpasses that of Wang Yuyan;

When Wang Yuyan helped Chen Xueru, all seven soul rings had already been refined.

When it reached Qiao Jingjing, Li Hanyi had only just finished the eighth bite.

"You think a 100,000-year spirit ring is like a candy that melts after a couple of chews?"

She didn't beat around the bush; she laid it all out:

"The lingering resentment within the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring has long since scattered into pieces, leaving only a trace of instinctive resentment."

"But a hundred thousand years—that's the complete divine soul of a soul beast before its death, condensed but not yet dispersed!"

"If you want to keep the winter clothes intact without destroying the soul ring's origin, you have to grind it inch by inch and wear it down bit by bit."

"As long as that remnant soul has not completely dissipated, the resentment will be like a wildfire, impossible to burn out or extinguish."

If we say that the remnants of souls less than ten thousand years old are like kites with broken strings, they will scatter as soon as they flutter;

Those that are over 100,000 years old are ancient vines clinging to the mountain rocks, with deep roots that can affect the whole plant if a single hair is pulled.

How strong is Qiao Jingjing's mental strength?

That's ridiculously strong.

Even with immense strength, one becomes hesitant and restrained when refining such a soul ring—fearing to injure people, destroy the ring, or trigger a soul tide.

The harder you try, the more you need to hold back; the faster you want to go, the more patient you need to be.

So the slow pace isn't due to a lack of ability, but rather a reluctance to take risks.

Besides assisting Li Hanyi in refining her soul rings, Qiao Jingjing has also been frequently traveling back to the post-apocalyptic world lately.

In just a few days, she had sold off most of the soul beast corpses and daily supplies that had been stockpiled in the mirror space!

Only a few items remained untouched; the rest were rare seafood hunted by Lin Quan and his companions from the deep sea—all of which were carefully selected by Lin Quan himself and reserved as his own food supplies!

Time slipped by unnoticed, and before we knew it, the sky was darkening.

Lin Quan raised his hand and lightly tapped Qiao Jingjing's taillight twice, then stood up and said:

"You two keep chatting, I'll take care of dinner..."

Upon entering the kitchen, his mind sank slightly, instantly connecting with the space in the mirror.

Swah——

The tender parts of the ancient sea spirit beast appeared as soon as the name was uttered.

These ingredients are all extracted from the essence of the carcasses of hunted sea spirit beasts, and are cleaned and prepared thoroughly.

Imagine the true forms of those soul beasts—aside from a very few agile and unusual species, the deeper their cultivation, the more enormous their appearance!

Even tiny spirit beasts like ant colonies and bee swarms can grow into towering mountains; not to mention the spoils of this voyage—

Pick up any giant spider crab that's been around for thousands of years, place its legs sideways on the stove, and the whole kitchen will be so cramped you won't be able to turn around!

Fortunately, the world within the mirror is entirely under Lin Quan's control. With a thought, the Time-Space Mirror is like a divine knife in his hand, effortlessly cutting through bones and tendons.

With all the ingredients ready, he rolled up his sleeves and got to work, starting the fire with practiced ease.

Before long, a rich aroma, like mist, wafted out of the kitchen.

Before those beasts in the neighboring yard could even swallow their saliva, they couldn't help but burst into curses.

Although Lin Quan was too lazy to pay attention, he still frowned slightly when he heard Jia Zhangshi spewing spittle and using foul language.

"snort."

Before the words were even finished, Qiao Jingjing and the other two people who were chatting and laughing in the courtyard had already moved upon hearing the sound.

Her eyes sharpened, and her spiritual power, like a silver needle piercing the air, silently penetrated the wall of the neighboring courtyard.

"ah--!"

The scream had barely begun when Jia Zhangshi collapsed into a limp, lifeless mass and fainted on the spot.

One second he was spewing feces, the next he was sprawled like a rag—the people in the yard were stunned at first, then in a panic, scrambling to help him up.

Lin Quan stood by the stove, a slight smile playing on his lips, without even needing to ask a question.

This kind of skill could only come from Qiao Jingjing or Wang Yuyan; no one else could do it.

The neighborhood was quiet, but he kept working.

Before long, a steaming seafood feast was placed steadily on the table.

"Go wash your face, we can talk while we eat."

"Here it comes! Here it comes!"

The three of them stood up at the sound of their voices and hurried towards the restaurant. Their eyes swept over the table full of golden, crispy, and glistening white seafood, and they immediately sat down, their chopsticks already eagerly reaching for the food.

"The sea spirit beasts from the Martial Soul World are truly delicious—chewy and full of spiritual energy!"

"My husband's cooking is truly getting better and better the longer it's stewed..."

There's no need for formalities with family and friends.

Four pairs of chopsticks flew like shuttles, and in the blink of an eye, all the delicacies on the table were devoured.

After clearing away the dishes and wiping the table clean, Lin Quan raised his eyes and slowly looked at Qiao Jingjing and the other two.

Swish, swish, swish—

The three exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly, yet still harboring a hint of probing, waiting for what would follow.

"I'm full, and it's getting late..."

"It's time to rest."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and took their hands; their fingertips were slightly warm, and they gracefully left their seats.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye, the night deepened, and the noise gradually subsided.

As dawn broke, Lin Quan got up and started cooking, preparing a warm breakfast for the three girls.

After everyone finished their meal quickly, Qiao Jingjing and Wang Yuyan barely lingered before setting off on their respective journeys.

Qiao Jingjing's figure flashed, and she had already returned to the post-apocalyptic world;

Wang Yuyan then took to the air and leaped directly into the high-level martial arts realm where Li Hanyi was located.

Only Lin Quan and Chen Xueru remained in the courtyard. Their eyes met, and they sighed in unspoken understanding, a hint of helpless weariness creeping into their brows.

"What are your plans, husband?"

Before Lin Quan could speak, she stepped into the courtyard and asked softly.

Lin Quan remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "There's nothing urgent at the moment. Just focus on steady progress and honing your cultivation."

He paused, then added, "At most, we'll brew a few more jars of new wine..."

"However, I will stay in the main world for the next few days—to spend some quality time with you."

Before she finished speaking, a bright light suddenly flashed in Chen Xueru's eyes, like spring ice suddenly cracking, clear and dazzling.

Thump, thump, thump—

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the front wooden door, three short knocks that sounded panicked.

Lin Quan and Chen Xueru immediately looked at each other, their eyes meeting, and without a word, they understood each other's meaning.

"Let's go take a look."

He turned and called out, and the two walked side by side, quickly passing through the corridor and heading straight to the front yard.

As soon as the door opened, two figures, one tall and one short, stood outside. Their clothes were disheveled, their hair was covered in dust, and they looked so disheveled that they could barely stand.

It was Sha Zhu from next door, and his sister He Yushui!

Their eyes were bloodshot, their resentment lingered, and weariness filled the corners of their eyes.

He Yushui, in particular, had eyes that were red and swollen like peaches, with dried tear stains still clinging to her eyelashes.

Glug... glug glug—

Just as Lin Quan's gaze fell upon them, a series of rumbling sounds suddenly rang out as the two siblings rolled out of their bellies one after the other.

The two men's throats tightened, their faces flushed red, and they hesitated to speak, clutching their clothes helplessly.