Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The next instant, Lin Quan only felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could even see the afterimage, Baili Dongjun had already closed in on him, and with a light touch of his five fingers, he steadily took the handful of spiritual materials.

He looked down closely, picked up a grain with his fingertips, and brought it close to his nose to sniff.

In an instant, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, like a spark igniting—

This batch of materials alone far exceeds what he has seen in many years.

If all of them were of this quality...

His fingertips trembled slightly; the alcohol hadn't yet taken effect, but his heart was already warm.

Before Baili Dongjun could open his mouth, Lin Quan had already stepped forward and spoken:

"I heard that the eldest brother has been trying to recreate the Meng Po soup all these years..."

"If we're currently lacking any main or auxiliary ingredients, I might be able to lend a hand."

Before the words were finished—

Baili Dongjun's aura suddenly surged, like boiling water being overturned, his veins throbbed slightly, his robe sleeves moved without wind, and even the tiles under his feet trembled slightly!

The scorching heat, almost bursting through the shackles, even made Li Hanyi frown.

She coughed lightly, raised her eyes to glare at Baili Dongjun, her tone carrying three parts warning and seven parts helplessness:

"What's the rush, Senior Brother? Can't you take a breather?"

"Those Ganoderma lucidum, blood ginseng, Nine-Turn Ice Soul Flower, Profound Yin Jade Marrow... which one wasn't painstakingly sourced by my husband?"

"No matter how miraculous the recipe for Meng Po's Soup is, without these secret treasures, you can only stare helplessly!"

Changing the subject, she pointed her finger at the wine jars in the courtyard:

"Let's put the soup aside for now and talk about this—are you tempted?"

Just as Baili Dongjun was about to respond, Lin Quan raised his hand again:

"These? They're nothing but the bottom-tier stuff."

"I have two more batches here—the essence of a thousand-year-old soul plant and the core essence of a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual root, which are the real grand finale."

With a slight thought, the space within the mirror opened in response.

Two handfuls of materials quietly emerged:

A handful of things shimmering with an amber glow was obtained from slaying a thousand-year-old vine demon.

The other one had a faint, flowing light that condensed and did not dissipate. It was made from the heartwood of a ten-thousand-year-old lightning-struck tree, and even the Seven Treasures Merchant Guild had a stock of it!

"hiss……"

The moment Baili Dongjun's fingertips touched the two handfuls of materials, his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

If the century-old materials had already made his heart pound, the wine he brewed could penetrate to the bone marrow and refresh his mind and soul.

He dared to confidently assert that this wine, brewed over thousands or tens of thousands of years, was a truly spiritual wine capable of enlightening the mind and resonating with the heavens and earth!

"Let's go! Let's go down and talk! Quickly!"

He grabbed Lin Quan's wrist, lightly touched the roof tiles with his toes, and leaped down, his robe fluttering like snow, landing steadily on the blue bricks of the restaurant's courtyard.

"Now that you've become one of Junior Sister Hanyi's people, you're family."

The leader of Snowmoon City, a renowned wine connoisseur in the martial world, stared intently at Lin Quan's face without blinking.

"How much more material like this do you have?"

Before he finished speaking, his palms were still clenched tightly, but Lin Quan turned slightly to the side and smiled helplessly:

"Senior Brother, shall we loosen our grip?"

"Huh? Oh! Right, right, right..."

Baili Dongjun awkwardly let go, his ears turning slightly red.

Lin Quan said no more, and with a flick of his sleeve—

Whoosh!

Thousands of kilograms of century-old brewing materials were piled up in half the courtyard, neatly stacked like small mountains.

Baili Dongjun had a premonition, but when he actually saw the pile of precious materials forming a hill, his pupils still contracted and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes!

But he swallowed his question—a wise person never questions the origin, only the result.

In the next instant, he darted out like lightning, circling the materials, bending down to sniff them, gently rubbing them between his fingertips, and even bringing his ear close to listen to the spiritual sounds within them...

A moment later, he straightened up, his voice trembling:

"Excellent! Wonderful! Absolutely brilliant!"

Before the words were finished—

Lin Quan waved his sleeve again.

Two piles of new material fell silently to the ground:

The millennium-grade material has a deep, rich color and a restrained spiritual energy, similar in shape to the century-old material but different in quality.

The pile of ten-thousand-year-old stones, though no bigger than a fist, was shrouded in a cold mist, and even the blue bricks on the ground were quietly covered with a thin layer of frost.

I'm entrusting all these materials to my senior brother now...

With the wine connoisseur personally overseeing the preparations, I can simply await my senior brother's good news...

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan turned his gaze to Baili Dongjun. His eyes flickered, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but he ultimately did not say them.

Upon seeing this, Baili Dongjun raised an eyebrow, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry—I'll only take one-tenth of this wine; the remaining nine-tenths are all yours."

Lin Quan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and a secret joy welled up on his face!

He was already troubled: good wine is hard to distinguish, and feelings are hard to balance; if he really argued about it, it would only hurt their relationship.

Now that Baili Dongjun has taken the initiative to concede, keeping only 10%, it's a clean and decisive decision without any hesitation—Lin Quan responded almost without a second thought: "Then let's do as Senior Brother says!"

"This batch is just the first batch; I'll be able to deliver new stock every now and then..."

Having a wine immortal at your fingertips, capable of almost transcending the realm of immortals and breaking through the barrier at any moment, wouldn't it be a waste not to use him?

Don't be fooled by the fact that this world boasts "high martial arts" and seems devoid of immortals and gods—in reality, its fierce combat power and profound realms are in no way inferior to ordinary Xianxia worlds. Especially after entering the Divine Travel Mystic Realm, one's thoughts lead to one's body, allowing one to traverse thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in an instant.

Above the realm of divine travel lies the realm of great divine travel; and beyond that, the realms of ghost immortals condensing their souls, human immortals forging their bodies, earth immortals establishing their palaces, and heavenly immortals controlling calamities are all not mere illusions.

More importantly, the high-level martial arts world where Li Hanyi is located is exactly the same as Zhu Zhuqing's martial soul world—the continent in front of her is just the tip of the iceberg!

Above the Martial Soul World lies the God Realm;

Beyond the heavens of this realm lies a realm called the Immortal Realm.

The chief disciple of Snow Moon City before us, the renowned Wine Immortal whose fame resounds throughout the eight wastelands, is, in terms of cultivation alone, one of the sharpest swords on the entire continent.

There are very few people who can clearly outmaneuver him.

"Alright, alright... just looking at you two gives me a headache..."

"Don't bother me anymore. I need to shut myself in and figure out—how to perfectly refine this treasure trove into an absolute masterpiece!"

Before Lin Quan and Li Hanyi could speak again, Baili Dongjun had already raised his hand and waved his sleeve, clearly dismissing them.

His gaze was fixed on the materials, his pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing became heavier.

Lin Quan and Li Hanyi exchanged a glance, understood each other, nodded slightly, and then turned and left the tavern.

On the way back to the inner city, Li Hanyi glanced at Lin Quan, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You've got a good plan—to treat Senior Brother like your personal brewer?"

Lin Quan shook his head and chuckled: "Who is Baili Dongjun? He's the Wine Immortal who, with wine in his throat, naturally embodies the Dao."

"What we've brought isn't ingredients; it's clearly a seductive lure—even if I don't say a word, he'll catch a whiff of it and come running."

Upon hearing this, Li Hanyi remained silent for a moment, a picture of Baili Dongjun's appearance over the years quietly surfacing in her mind—

After the Demonic Sect's bloody eastern expedition, Yueyao perished in the snowstorm...

Although he still holds the title of Lord of Snow Moon City, he has long since relinquished his responsibilities and no longer attends to external affairs.

His daily routine consisted of only three things: brewing, drinking, and tending to the tavern in the outer city, occasionally wiping the counter and warming the wine pots.

As for other matters, he neither sees them, nor hears them, nor is he moved by them.

Brewing wine and getting drunk were no longer just hobbies, but the only anchor that kept him alive.