Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Before the words had even finished, most of the people had already rushed forward, grabbed three silver ingots, clasped their hands in a fist and bowed, and made up an excuse without leaving a trace.

His figure flickered and vanished in the blink of an eye, without any lingering trace.

In just two or three minutes, the dozens of men who had been thronging around the place were reduced to only a dozen or so still standing there.

The Fu sisters parted their lips slightly, as if to ask them to stay, but were momentarily speechless.

They knew perfectly well that these so-called righteous men were nothing more than businessmen disguised in the guise of righteousness.

In the past, when there was no one available, we had to force ourselves to use them;

Now, Lin Quan has emerged out of nowhere, breaking the deadlock and cutting off the source of chaos.

Seeing that most of the people had left, the two sisters quickly exchanged a glance. Instead of regret, a sense of relief appeared in their eyes.

It's already a great blessing that they were able to filter out the unwanted fish so cleanly and efficiently.

Lin Quan's gaze sharpened as he swept over the remaining people once more.

Of the original thirty-odd people, there were three innate masters;

Now only one person remains standing, the rest are all at the Acquired Realm, their auras weak and their foundations shallow.

"Since you have all stayed, I will not question whether your initial intentions were sincere or not..."

"But this journey is fraught with danger at every turn; obey orders and you will live, disobey orders and you will die."

"otherwise--"

A cold snort suddenly rose, its sound like tearing silk!

A vast and powerful aura of a grandmaster suddenly exploded out, like a raging tide crashing against the shore, making everyone's throats taste sweet and their knees tremble!

"Set off!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan flicked his sleeves, turned around, and left.

"Qingfeng, keep up."

He gave a low shout, and his figure shot off like an arrow, rushing into the depths of the dark night.

In just a few breaths, Lin Quan and the others, along with the Fu Qingfeng sisters, swept out of Zhengqi Manor, their figures vanishing like smoke.

At this moment, the dozen or so people who had been standing still suddenly woke up. They looked at each other, gripped their weapons tightly, and chased after them without hesitation.

In just a few minutes—a result of Lin Quan deliberately slowing his pace—the group had arrived at the designated ambush point.

As soon as he settled down, Lin Quan glanced at Qiao Jingjing, his gaze darkening as he gave a silent signal.

Qiao Jingjing understood immediately, nodded without speaking, and suddenly spread her divine sense. She quietly surveyed the surroundings, but the silence was abnormal, with no unusual fluctuations.

What's even more ingenious is that the location chosen by the Fu Qingfeng sisters, with its back against a cliff and its front facing a narrow path, and with low-lying vegetation, is the perfect spot for an ambush.

Time slipped by silently.

In the blink of an eye, most of the day had slipped away quietly while we held our breath in concentration...

Suddenly, a rapid hoofbeat came from afar, shattering the silence of the mountains and fields and striking everyone's eardrums.

Before Lin Quan could give the order,

With a slight thought, Qiao Jingjing's divine sense moved like a thread, instantly rushing towards the source of the sound.

In an instant, a troop of heavily armored cavalry came into her mind—their armor gleamed coldly, their scabbards pressed against the saddles, and their killing intent rolled in with dust and smoke.

Her divine sense naturally fell on the leader:

Six long swords were carried on his back, their scabbards ancient and simple; his brow bones were high and his jaw was sharp, his whole body was like an iron spear driven into the ground, awe-inspiring and unshakable.

This person is none other than the Left Commander who used his flesh and blood to withstand the pressure of the gods!

"Grandmaster..."

The moment her divine sense touched her body, Qiao Jingjing's pupils contracted sharply, her heart trembled, and her divine sense immediately withdrew like a startled fish.

Her spiritual power was invisible and traceless.

However, anyone above the Grandmaster level has an instinctive sense of alertness—even if Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing close their eyes to rest, as long as she probes them with her divine sense, they immediately feel a chill run down their spines.

At this moment, she unexpectedly bumped into a grandmaster. Without the slightest hesitation, she withdrew her divine sense faster than lightning.

Seeing the slight change in her expression that vanished in an instant, Lin Quan immediately asked in a low voice:

"how?"

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Before she could finish speaking, Li Hanyi, Zhu Zhuqing, Fu Qingfeng, and Fu Yuechi all stared at Qiao Jingjing's face.

Qiao Jingjing made no attempt to hide her words, speaking clearly:

"The leader of the team, Commander Zuo, is a Grandmaster."

I knew this person was extraordinary, but I was still slightly taken aback by this answer—

Lin Quan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his eyes darkened, and his fingertips quietly tightened around the hilt of his sword.

Zhu Zhuqing and Li Hanyi both frowned at the same time, their expressions slightly surprised.

Grandmaster, that is the threshold of the carefree heavenly realm, an existence that crushes the rules of the mortal world.

How could a nobody, a border town commander, sit so comfortably in this place?

This place is indeed well hidden.

Upon closer inspection, the spiritual energy in this realm is as violent as boiling oil; if one is not careful when absorbing it, it will burn one's meridians, destroy one's spiritual energy, and cause one's mind to collapse.

Yet, it is also incredibly dense—more so than the high-martial arts world from which Li Hanyi came, and no less so than the martial spirit world where Zhu Zhuqing is.

Moreover, it is free from the suppression of the Heavenly Dao and the constraints of laws, making it purely tyrannical.

For ordinary cultivators, this is purgatory.

For Lin Quan and his group, especially those who had mastered the "Scripture of Immortality and Longevity,"

Even the wildest spiritual currents can be tamed and used for one's own purposes; even the most intense energy can be transformed into resources.

But a mere commander of a thousand men has already become a Grandmaster...

Not only was Lin Quan slightly shaken, but Li Hanyi and the others also tensed up, their brows furrowing with frost.

Swah——

Just as Qiao Jingjing quietly withdrew her divine sense,

As Zuo Qianhu, who was escorting Fu Tianchou to the capital, was leading a group of Imperial Guards through the mountain road on horseback, his back suddenly stiffened and his brows furrowed abruptly!

He didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and pressed down, his five fingers pointing downwards like hooks.

Dozens of iron cavalry behind him immediately pulled on their reins and stopped, their armor plates clanging, their long swords drawn half an inch from their sheaths, gleaming coldly.

"alert!"

"Stay put, I'll go up and check."

Before he finished speaking, Commander Zuo had already leaped off the saddle, his boots propelling him across the horse's back, his figure gliding like an eagle skimming the slope, landing atop the hill in a few leaps.

A sharp gaze, like a knife, swept across the forest, the cracks in the rocks, and the ravines, plowing across the fields inch by inch—

There was complete silence; the grass and trees remained still, and even the wind seemed frozen.

The shadows in his eyes grew even darker.

With his Grandmaster level, he would never mistake that needle-like probe for an illusion!

Even if it's only for a moment, even if it's as light as a spider's silk brushing past your ear, it's by no means an illusion.

But the surroundings were completely empty, and there wasn't a single living creature in sight.

"Could it be... that something is really wrong?"

He murmured something, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but his figure had already darted back into the ranks like an arrow released from a bow.

But the doubts didn't dissipate; instead, they grew heavier and heavier, weighing heavily on my heart.

"Open your eyes wide and tense up, everyone!"

He shouted sharply, his voice like tearing silk, then pointed his whip forward, and the troops set off again.

After a brief pause, he suddenly turned his horse around and galloped straight to the prison cart, his hooves scattering gravel everywhere.

"Lord Fu..."

He leaned down and whispered, his voice low but each word sharp as nails, "Whether you are wronged or guilty, today I will simply send you to the capital unharmed."

"Whether you are loyal or treacherous, the Emperor will decide—if you behave yourself, I will ensure your safe journey; if you act rashly…"

Having said this, he slowly stroked the hilt of the knife with his fingertips, said no more, and simply flicked the reins, turning the knife back to its place.

As the sun dips westward, the mountain breeze grows cooler.

Before long, the black-armored, menacing escort team finally came into view of Lin Quan and the others.

"They're here."

"Husband, what's the next step?"

Qiao Jingjing's eyes lit up, and everyone looked at Lin Quan, waiting for the order.