Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

They only did one thing: to take back Fu Tianchou.

"Before we head to Qingfeng's world, Yuyan and Hanyi, take her back to the High Martial World first..."

"Let her take the Hundred Treasures Pill, breaking through the shackles in one fell swoop and stepping into the Innate Realm!"

Wang Yuyan and Li Hanyi met eyes, nodded to each other, and their movements were swift and decisive.

"Sister Qingfeng, come with us."

Li Hanyi moved swiftly, reaching out to grasp Fu Qingfeng's wrist, her fingertips warm yet firm.

Without further hesitation, the two protected her from both sides, their figures flashing like streaks of light, tearing through space in the blink of an eye and returning to the world of high martial arts.

The living room, which had been bustling with noise just moments before, suddenly fell silent.

Only Lin Quan, Chen Xueru, Qiao Jingjing, and Zhu Zhuqing remained, standing quietly in place.

Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a moment. Then Lin Quan spoke, slowly unfolding the context of Fu Qingfeng's world—

From the beginning and end of the Fu Qingfeng sisters being escorted away, to that ruthless and cold-blooded Commander Zuo;

From the centipede-like imperial advisor who occupied the court and devoured the nation's destiny, to his mad attempt to shed his scales and transform into a true dragon by borrowing dragon energy to refine his form.

From Yan Chixia, who hibernated in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, to "One Leaf Knows Autumn" who came through the snow on the summit of Kunlun Mountain, and then to the secret cultivation methods passed down by various sects and schools.

Finally, there is the dark and treacherous underworld!

This is the real behemoth that dwells deep in the shadows, a behemoth that even legends of immortals and gods cannot suppress!

In that world, everyone chants the names of immortals and Buddhas, yet for hundreds of years, not a single golden light has been seen descending upon the world, nor has a single hymn of Buddhist chant been heard.

But the underworld is different—it truly exists, with ghostly soldiers patrolling the streets and paper horses neighing; the Ghost King occupies the City of the Wrongfully Dead, feeding on resentment and using incense as a weapon to quietly disrupt the order of the human world!

A silence fell over the room. Qiao Jingjing finally couldn't contain herself any longer and asked softly, "Husband, what are your plans next?"

The more the three women listened, the more their brows furrowed. The demonic methods within that realm were unpredictable and impossible to guard against—

These are not the kind of soul beasts that can be suppressed with soul power in the world of martial spirits, but living creatures that can truly corrode bones and steal souls, and reverse yin and yang!

"There's no foolproof plan right now. We can only proceed cautiously, exploring as we go, and responding to each move as it comes."

"We have no idea what they're up to. If we rush in rashly, we'll only make things worse."

Three days is neither a long nor a short time.

But in the eyes of Lin Quan and the others, time had passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the careful guidance of Li Hanyi and Wang Yuyan, and with the help of the Hundred Treasures Pill, Fu Qingfeng's long-dormant peak acquired cultivation suddenly exploded!

He leaped across the insurmountable barrier and reached the peak of the Innate Realm!

Although his foundation was not yet fully developed and his aura was slightly frivolous, the Formless Divine Skill was beginning to take shape, and he could already take three steps in the Lingbo Steps – all thanks to Wang Yuyan’s hands-on guidance.

Seeing Fu Qingfeng's transformative change, Li Hanyi and Wang Yuyan exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with undisguised amazement.

"Yu Yan, do you plan to stay in this realm to cultivate, or...?"

Li Hanyi turned her head to the side, her gaze falling on Wang Yuyan. She paused slightly, her meaning clear.

Wang Yuyan remained calm, met her gaze, and answered decisively, "I'll stay."

"Okay, that's fine." Li Hanyi nodded gently and said no more.

She turned around immediately, her gaze sharp as a sword, and fixed steadily on Fu Qingfeng's face: "Qingfeng, let's go."

Before she finished speaking, she had already grabbed Fu Qingfeng's wrist, and with a flash, she vanished into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in the courtyard house with blue bricks and gray tiles in the main world.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

There were already people waiting in the courtyard—Lin Quan, Chen Xueru, Qiao Jingjing, and Zhu Zhuqing all looked up at the same time.

Lin Quan nodded slightly to Li Hanyi, then turned to Chen Xueru, his voice steady: "Xueru, the main world is in your hands now."

Chen Xueru nodded in response, her lips slightly pursed, but her tone betrayed a hint of tension: "Husband... please be careful in everything you do."

"Don't worry," Lin Quan smiled. "Even if we run into mountains of knives and seas of fire, we'll come back unscathed."

"Wait for our good news."

After giving a few instructions, he turned his gaze to Qiao Jingjing, Li Hanyi, Fu Qingfeng, and Zhu Zhuqing, and without any hesitation, he said loudly:

"Walk!"

Swah——

Before the words had even faded, five figures had already swept through the air like a gust of wind, disappearing completely from Chen Xueru's sight in an instant.

When the figures of the group froze again, they were already inside the mountain villa that had mostly collapsed and was now in ruins.

During these three days, Fu Qingfeng spent most of his time in the High Martial World.

Under the careful guidance of Wang Yuyan and the other person, she focused wholeheartedly on comprehending the Formless Divine Skill, honing her foundation day and night, and her strength quietly increased.

But he also took the time to return to the demon world and explain the follow-up arrangements to his sister in detail. Otherwise, in just three days, the people here would probably have fallen apart and chaos would have broken out!

As soon as he landed, Fu Qingfeng's gaze settled steadily on Lin Quan and his group, and he called out, "Young Master, ladies..."

Before he could finish speaking, and the word "Young Master" had just left his lips, Lin Quan raised his hand and waved gently, his smile warm and kind:

"Qingfeng, from now on we're family, no need for formalities."

"Call me Brother Quan, or Little Quan, either is fine."

Fu Qingfeng nodded slightly, his eyes brightening: "Okay, then I'll call you Brother Quan from now on."

"Brother Quan, and all the sisters, let me take you to meet my sister and those righteous people who came from afar to help."

Hearing her say that, Lin Quan and the other girls exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

With a slight gesture from Lin Quan, Fu Qingfeng led the group straight through the overgrown corridor toward the hiding place of the righteous men.

"elder sister--"

Before anyone even stepped into the abandoned hall, a clear, crisp call pierced the air.

From the shadows surrounding the dilapidated hall, figures rose up like pine trees and appeared one after another.

A rough count revealed that there were more than thirty people!

The girl at the front had beautiful features and a graceful figure; she was none other than Fu Yuechi—Fu Qingfeng's younger sister.

Lin Quan's gaze swept across the crowd, first settling on her.

In terms of looks, she was no less beautiful than her sister; in terms of demeanor, she was in no way inferior.

Compared to Fu Qingfeng's calm and reserved demeanor, Fu Yuechi's brows were more lively and sharp, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with life.

What's even more astonishing is that she has already stepped into the Acquired Realm!

Looking at the other righteous men, seven or eight out of ten possessed acquired cultivation, and three of them had long, deep breaths that concealed sharpness—clearly, they had already glimpsed the path to innate cultivation!

Upon closer inspection, everyone was dressed in rags, their faces were pale, their cuffs were stained with dried mud, and their lips were a sickly yellow.

Just from their appearance, one can tell that they endured hardship, persevered for a long time, and traveled at a rapid pace.

Lin Quan and the others subtly observed everyone, while Fu Yuechi was also quietly scrutinizing them—her gaze darted back and forth between Lin Quan and the others' faces before suddenly turning to her older sister and asking in a crisp voice:

"Sister, who are these people...?"