Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan's gaze was sharp as lightning, and his words were crisp and decisive: "Hanyi, Jingjing, I'm leaving Zuo Qianhu to you two to hold him back—keep him alive, cripple his fighting ability, but don't damage his fundamental strength."

The two nodded, their fingertips already subtly glowing with spiritual light.

He immediately turned to Zhu Zhuqing, his tone deep and resolute: "Zhuqing, saving lives depends entirely on you."

"Fast, stealthy, and accurate—the prison van breaks open and leaves immediately, without lingering or looking back."

A sharp glint flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and she responded with a swift, decisive voice: "Understood!"

Swah——

Before Lin Quan could finish speaking, the Left Commander in front of the escort team suddenly reined in his horse, the reins taut and straight!

"Enemy attack! Form ranks!"

He roared like thunder, drawing two swords from behind his back with his bare hands. The blades reflected the setting sun, cold and dazzling.

"superior!"

Lin Quan shouted, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The figures suddenly exploded apart, like several bolts of lightning tearing through the air, rushing straight towards the mountain path!

Especially Zhu Zhuqing—

His body was surrounded by surging black energy like an ink tide, and his figure vanished in a flash, leaving not even a trace.

Even someone of Li Hanyi's level of skill could only catch a fleeting trace when he looked over, like smoke or mist, elusive and unpredictable.

Before three breaths had passed, a dark figure stood in front of the menacing iron-barred prison van!

boom--!

A deafening explosion rang out, sending splinters of wood and iron chains flying everywhere, and the cage shattered into dust!

Before the guards could even draw their swords and roar, Zhu Zhuqing had already taken off into the air with Fu Tianchou in her arms, their figures disappearing into the wind once more, vanishing without a trace.

"What audacity—daring to kidnap someone right under my nose!"

"Give me your life—!"

Zuo Qianhu swallowed hard, let out a fierce shout like tearing silk, and slashed out with his long sword.

Two gleaming blades of light shot into the air, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, and rushed straight towards the prison cart.

Boom—!

Where the blade flashed, the bluestone ground cracked open, leaving two deep, charred marks that snaked outwards, with pebbles bouncing up and falling back down.

Before the blade could even land, Zhu Zhuqing and Fu Tianchou had already vanished without a trace, leaving not even a trace of their clothes behind.

"This...this...how could this be?!"

Zuo Qianhu's pupils contracted sharply, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the knife turned white. The attack he had witnessed hadn't even grazed the opponent's clothes, let alone injured him—Fu Tianchou was like a fallen leaf swept away by the wind, leaving not even a trace.

The color drained from his face, leaving only surprise and astonishment swirling between his brows.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Just as he was in shock and had no time to recover—

Fu Tianchou had already followed Zhu Zhuqing out of the cage. With a light touch of his toes, he landed in front of Fu Qingfeng and her sister like a bird skimming a branch.

The two sisters suddenly looked up and saw their father standing safely in front of them. They were stunned for a moment, their eyes filled with a faint light of disbelief.

After a few moments of silence, he suddenly took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan stepped forward: "Zhu Qing, take them and go first."

"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her voice crisp and clear. Her gaze then turned to Fu Qingfeng, "Sister Qingfeng, come with me quickly."

Without saying a word, Fu Qingfeng grabbed his father's arm; Fu Yuechi turned around and supported the other side. The three of them kept walking and quickly retreated behind Zhu Zhuqing.

"Hanyi, Jingjing, come with me—to meet this Commander Zuo."

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Before the words had even faded, three figures appeared simultaneously, no longer concealing themselves. Their afterimages trailed like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Zuo Qianhu.

Zuo Qianhu's pupils contracted sharply, and his back tensed like a bowstring.

His gaze was sharp, instantly fixing on the three of them, his voice low yet clear:

"You were the ones who rescued Lord Fu?"

"Now that you've succeeded, why not hide? Why insist on coming straight at us?"

On the surface, he was as cold and hard as iron, but inside, a storm was brewing—the case of Fu Tianchou was inherently sinister: a secret trial in the imperial prison, silence in the court, and even the imperial edict was written in a vague and ambiguous manner...

He was ordered to escort them, and he originally intended to turn a blind eye and let them go on their own.

Unexpectedly, Lin Quan and his two companions not only did not flee, but instead appeared proudly, their auras fierce and showing no intention of retreating.

He glanced at the three of them quietly—Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing exuded a profound and unfathomable aura, their masterly power undisguised; Li Hanyi's sword intent was chilling, his sharpness overwhelming, and he was actually on par with him!

Zuo Qianhu's eyes darkened, and his hand gripping the knife slowly tightened.

"It's rare to encounter a true master like myself. Wouldn't it be a waste of this swordsman's skills not to learn a thing or two from him?"

Lin Quan smiled slightly, took a step forward, and in a flash, he stood ten steps away.

"Lin Quan, greetings."

He cupped his hands and smiled, a gentle smile that seemed to conceal the imminent collapse of a mountain.

Swish!

Zuo Qianhu's eyes sharpened. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword hummed as it was drawn from its sheath, its tip pointing at Lin Quan: "Zuo Xiong—I'd like to see what gives you the confidence!"

Swish!Swish!

Before he finished speaking, the blade flashed again! Two horizontal slashes tore through the air, the blade energy like dragons, slicing through the airflow, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, and aimed straight at Lin Quan's face!

Lin Quan remained motionless, only slightly raising the corner of his lips.

Boom-!

A golden light suddenly appeared! A solid, cast golden bell emerged out of thin air, its entire body shimmering with a dark golden luster.

Two sharp blades of light crashed into the bell wall, but only produced a muffled thud, without even causing a tremor.

The moment those two blades struck the surface of the golden bell, they shattered into countless fragments, like thin ice meeting a raging fire...

"Iron Shirt?"

Zuo Qianhu's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at Lin Quan's body—a slowly rotating golden bell, solid as if cast, its light flickering, seemingly forged from molten gold.

In that instant, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashed across his eyes.

To master the Golden Bell Shield technique to the Grandmaster level is already an extremely difficult feat, one in a hundred!

But Zuo Qianhu never expected that the bell on Lin Quan's body was not the legendary Golden Bell Cover at all.

It is the indestructible Vajra Prajna Bell!

It is a top-level protective technique that originated from the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill in Li Hanyi's high-martial arts world and was further refined by incorporating the Buddhist principles in Prajna's heart.

Not only is it indestructible, it can also cleanse the marrow and strengthen the body!

With Lin Quan's current Grandmaster cultivation, coupled with the vast true energy nourished by the Longevity Scripture—far exceeding that of others at the same level—as long as his energy channels remain intact, let alone the Grandmaster-level Commander Zuo before him, even a giant like Li Hanyi in the Great Freedom Realm, or even an old monster in the Half-Step Divine Travel Realm, would not be able to crack a single fissure in his golden bell. Only those who have truly stepped into the peak of the Divine Travel Profound Realm could possibly shake this bell in the slightest.

"Oh……"

Seeing Lin Quan's lips slightly upturned and his smile composed, Zuo Qianhu was startled, but only for a moment.

The next moment, he snorted coldly, stomped his feet on the blue bricks, and pounced like an arrow, his twin blades cutting through the wind, their cold light tearing through the air!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The blade danced wildly, each strike more powerful than the last, all slashing at the golden bell, producing a series of sharp, metallic clangs and scattering sparks.

Lin Quan remained standing still, simply watching with a smile, as if observing a futile play.

In just a few dozen breaths, Commander Zuo's twin swords flew, unleashing a full forty-seven heavy slashes.

Yet the golden bell continued to turn without stopping, completely undamaged, without even a white mark left.

Even more astonishingly, Lin Quan's internal energy remained almost completely unaffected—the amount consumed was negligible.