Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Before several dozen breaths had passed, the scene was firmly fixed on a dilapidated mountain villa.

Even so, no one could determine what kind of world this was. The more they looked, the more anxious they became; the quieter it was, the more uneasy they felt!

The mirror paused briefly, then rapidly advanced, finally focusing on a dusty old house deep within the mountain villa:

The beams and pillars are decayed, spider webs hang down, and ash floats in the slanting sunlight.

"what?"

A scene suddenly appeared in the mirror—

The faded silk curtains were half-drawn, and steam rose in wisps, carrying a warm feeling...

"This, this, this..."

A look of astonishment and bewilderment instantly appeared on the faces of Lin Quan, Li Hanyi, and the others.

They're so familiar! So familiar it's giving me the creeps!

This wasn't the first time Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing had witnessed this scene.

Wang Yuyan and Li Hanyi, in particular, were both shy. Upon seeing the silhouette shrouded in mist, their ears immediately burned, and they dared not lift their eyes even an inch.

Looking in the mirror—

Steam rose from the dilapidated house, accompanied by the soft sound of water. A figure bathing was faintly visible in the mist, its outline supple, its shoulders trembling slightly...

At that very moment, the time-space mirror silently transmitted a message: "Anchor the target?"

"Anchor!"

Without hesitation, Lin Quan made his decision.

Swish!

The person in the mirror suddenly stopped moving, as if their breath had been gripped by an invisible hand—

"Who?!"

In the blink of an eye, she leaped out of the water, her white gauze billowing around her, her movements as swift as a blade being drawn from its sheath.

Lin Quan's throat bobbed, almost spilling the words, but when he caught a glimpse of Qiao Jingjing and the others smiling and mischievous, he swallowed the words back down.

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the still-surprised profile in the mirror. Without hesitation, with a slight thought, a clear intention was sent directly through the mirror.

The man's body trembled slightly, and he was stunned for a moment; once the information entered his mind and was clearly digested, the panic on his face receded like a tide, his brows gradually relaxed, and his breathing became steady.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Lin Quan said no more. Through the time-space mirror, his voice fell steadily:

"Whether you sign the contract or not is entirely up to you."

The moment that voice echoed in my mind, that figure appeared in the picture.

At the same moment, her mind trembled slightly, and Lin Quan's outline quietly appeared in the depths of her consciousness.

Before she could finish speaking, she blurted out, her voice rapid and firm: "I am willing to enter into a contract!"

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A flash of silver light suddenly streaked across the sky, and the imprint of the Time-Space Mirror leaped onto the back of her right hand as if it were alive, slightly burning before disappearing.

The thought had barely formed when the figure vanished like smoke.

When she reappeared, she was already standing steadily in front of Lin Quan and the others.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Several pairs of eyes swept over her and landed on her.

Under the weight of everyone's gaze, her fingertips curled slightly, her breath hitched a little, and a barely perceptible hint of unease flickered across her brows.

Qiao Jingjing and the others quietly focused their attention and observed him—this person's aura was weak, his meridians were not open, and his dantian was empty. He had not even stepped into the threshold of the innate realm. He was clearly just an ordinary cultivator who had just entered the acquired realm!

The women frowned in unison, their gazes turning to Lin Quan.

Lin Quan met those gazes and calmly looked them up and down.

This woman had delicate, refined features, bearing a striking resemblance to Wang Yuyan; her figure was graceful and slender, neither too thin nor too plump, like a willow swaying in the spring breeze; her skin was as white as snow, partially veiled by a light gauze, revealing a luminous glow as light and shadow shifted; and with each breath, a faint, sweet, and lingering fragrance of roses filled the air…

In terms of cultivation, it is indeed a weakness; he can only barely hold on to the Acquired Realm.

However, in terms of appearance, figure, and demeanor, she was in no way inferior to anyone present.

Lin Quan withdrew his gaze and asked calmly, "What is your name, young lady?"

She immediately gave a slight curtsy, lowered her eyes and gathered her robes: "Fu Qingfeng greets young master."

She looked up again and added softly, "Greetings, ladies."

Qiao Jingjing raised her hand lightly, and an invisible mental force, like a spring breeze lifting a willow, steadily supported her arm.

He then smiled, took her wrist, and gently pressed her down to sit beside him.

"From now on, we're all family, so please don't stand on ceremony, Qingfeng."

"My name is Qiao Jingjing."

"This is Li Hanyi, and that is Wang Yuyan."

She spoke fluently and concisely, without uttering a single unnecessary word, and led Fu Qingfeng by the hand, introducing them one by one.

Lin Quan remained silent for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a flash of inspiration had broken through him.

He looked directly at Fu Qingfeng and asked:

"Fu Qingfeng...is your father Fu Tianchou?"

Fu Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and hope immediately shone in his eyes: "Does the young master recognize my father?"

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing, Chen Xueru and the others all stared at Lin Quan's face.

Lin Quan smiled slightly, his expression calm: "Not only me, but Xue Ru and Jing Jing may have heard of this name as well."

"You are not yet familiar with Qingfeng, nor do you know who Fu Tianchou is..."

"But have you ever heard of Nie Xiaoqian and Yan Chixia?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Qiao Jingjing and Chen Xueru were both stunned, their pupils shrinking slightly, as if something had struck the depths of their memories.

Qiao Jingjing blurted out, "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?!"

Lin Quan gently shook his head: "Whether it's a world from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio or a chaotic world teeming with demons and monsters, it's still uncertain."

His gaze shifted, landing gently on Fu Qingfeng's face:

"Qingfeng, please tell me in detail—how is things on your side now?"

"Yes! Tell me quickly, what exactly happened on your end?"

Before Lin Quan could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing and the others nodded in unison, their voices urging him gently yet urgently.

Fu Qingfeng nodded, his expression gradually calming, and spoke frankly:

The land she lived in was called Jiuzhou; the dynasty she belonged to was called the Great Zhou.

His father, Fu Tianchou, was a high-ranking official in the court, but he was framed by treacherous officials and was being escorted to the capital for trial.

Upon receiving the letter, she gathered several righteous men, and together with her younger sister Fu Yuechi, they traveled day and night to the route the prisoner would inevitably take.

It was the same abandoned mountain villa.

They would ambush and rescue the prisoners as soon as the prison cart arrived!

Unexpectedly, before the government troops escorting her father even appeared, Lin Quan's time-space mirror suddenly lit up, and in the flow of light and shadow, it abruptly connected her to Fu Qingfeng, who was washing his face with water in front of a copper basin. She had never been confident about this prison break mission—the chances of success were slim, and the risks hung like a knife over her head.

Even if the road ahead is fraught with danger, she cannot stand by and watch her father be bound in chains and taken to the capital to be executed.

But at this critical juncture, Lin Quan, an unexpected anomaly, suddenly appeared!

That's why she didn't hesitate for a second and immediately nodded in agreement, signing a contract with Lin Quan on the spot!

After listening to Fu Qingfeng's detailed explanation, Lin Quan and the other girls exchanged glances.

Although it is still impossible to determine whether the world she is in is mixed with other monsters and spirits from the Liaozhai world, one thing is certain: that world is full of demonic energy and ghostly shadows, and even the underworld is standing there!

Despite Fu Qingfeng's current shallow cultivation level, the mountains and rivers beneath her feet are of a frighteningly high level—fox spirits roaming at night and corpse puppets knocking on doors are common occurrences, and it is not uncommon for cultivators to cleave clouds with swords and burn the sky with talismans; there are also martial arts masters who can shatter mountains with their bare hands and shake stars with their bare feet!