Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Behind him, black mist churned and boiled, and a grotesque, severed-arm corpse stood there, black blood gushing from the cut.

He gasped, and without a word, his palm flipped, the incantation already forming: "Wind and Thunder Earthquake Command—Command! Thunder, come!"

Boom—!

The earth cracked and rocks collapsed, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and a pale white lightning bolt cleaved down from the gap in the clouds with immense force, piercing straight into the corpse demon's crown!

Thunder exploded, the black mist disintegrated like paper, and the Yin energy emanating from the corpse demon receded completely, leaving scorch marks all over its body, with wisps of green smoke rising.

"A mere corpse demon, a single bolt of heavenly lightning will make it submit!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Yi Yezhi patted his sleeves, turned around and smiled, his eyebrows raised high, so proud they seemed to be reaching for the sky.

"roar--!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the charred corpse suddenly tilted its head back and roared, causing the rocks to scatter!

The black mist surged back with a roar, like an inky tide pouring in; the remaining left arm, wrapped in a foul wind, tore through the air and struck directly at the face of Yi Ye Zhi Qiu!

"This...this is impossible—!"

"Oh no! I have to escape!"

Before he could finish his scream, his figure had already turned into a blur and disappeared into the soil.

Boom!

The corpse's arm crashed to the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear, and black dust swirling with yin energy shot into the sky.

Before the dust had settled, Yiyezhiqiu emerged from the cracks in the bricks at Linquan's feet, her clothes covered in dust and a few specks of dirt still clinging to her hair, and stood awkwardly beside the two.

"Sorry, I really didn't expect this corpse demon to survive my lightning strike..."

"This time, it's time to show your true skills."

"Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning Command—Ignite!"

boom!

Before the words were even finished, crimson flames surged like an angry dragon, instantly engulfing the corpse demon's entire body.

The surging black mist hissed upon contact with fire, visibly shrinking and dissipating, evaporating completely like snow meeting boiling water.

"Awooo—Awooo—Awooo—!"

The Corpse Demon suddenly raised its head, letting out a wild, dying roar from its throat. Its muscular body suddenly tensed up, and the black energy around it exploded, boiling like water being poured into a pot of oil!

The flames trembled, and were forcefully extinguished by this violent and malevolent energy, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising gently.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Yi Yezhiqiu's pupils suddenly contracted, his lips parted slightly, and his face was filled with astonishment—it couldn't be struck by lightning or burned by fire, this thing was simply abnormally absurd!

"Bro, are you sure you can hold your nerve?"

"Why don't you take a break first, and let me lend a hand?"

Shila-

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan lightly raised his fingertips, his five fingers loosely clenched.

In an instant, crimson lightning tore through the void, spinning and compressing wildly in his palm. In less than a breath, a longsword emitting crimson light and crackling with lightning had taken shape, its blade faintly pulsating with scorching fire patterns.

Swish!

A figure flashed by, leaving only a glimmer of light behind.

When he looked again, Lin Quan was already standing in front of the corpse demon's face. He leaped up and swung his long sword down with the force of a thunderbolt!

puff-

They expected blood to splatter everywhere and heads to fly off, but instead, a cold light flashed, blood spurted from the severed mouth, and what fell to the ground was a thick, dark arm—the only remaining right arm of the Corpse Demon!

It turned out that it instinctively raised its arm to block at the last second, but not only did it fail to block the sword's momentum, its entire arm was cut off at the shoulder!

boom!

The moment the severed arm hit the ground, flames roared up, crackling and popping. Within moments, the grotesque limb curled up and charred black, turning into a handful of scattering ash.

"Thunder magic?!"

"Or is it divine lightning imbued with fiery power?!"

Yi Yezhiqiu gasped in shock, exclaiming in surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Before Lin Quan could respond, he had already swiftly appeared beside him, speaking urgently: "Fellow Daoist, you also know lightning techniques?!"

Boom—

Lin Quan did not answer, but his wrist sank slightly, and the lightning in his palm suddenly turned into a reddish-gold color, its brilliance becoming three times brighter.

Swish!

Another sword swept across, so fast that only a sliver of golden light remained.

The sword's edge grazed the corpse demon's neck, the lightning vanished, and only then did the foul blood slowly seep out. The twisted, bluish-gray head swayed before rolling to the ground with a thud.

boom!

The headless behemoth collapsed with a deafening roar, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Black smoke and foul-smelling blood gushed out from the severed neck, thick and viscous.

"Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning Command—Ignite!"

A single leaf falling heralds autumn's return; she makes a hand seal, utters a low shout, and raises her hand to strike.

The flames reignited, this time as steady as a rock, burning fiercely and relentlessly, engulfing the corpses and heads in a sea of ​​fire. The black mist could no longer surge, and the remains disintegrated inch by inch, finally turning into a handful of warm ashes.

Seeing that the corpse demon had been completely annihilated, leaving no trace of its aura, Lin Quan and the women exchanged glances and then looked around.

However, the thick black mist that shrouded the entire abandoned manor did not dissipate with the destruction of the corpse demon—instead, it became even more stagnant, floating in mid-air like viscous ink, churning silently.

Although it had thinned considerably, the black fog above the mountain villa still lingered and refused to dissipate!

Lin Quan, Qiao Jingjing, and the other two women exchanged a glance, and they understood each other perfectly.

The next instant, the four of them moved like shadows, heading straight for the crack—the place where the corpse demon and the dried corpse had crawled out. Black energy continued to surge out of the crack, hissing and churning, as if living things were panting.

Sizzle... sizzle...

With a slight thought, fine lightning threads burst forth from Lin Quan's fingertips, spreading out like a spider web.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning surged several feet, condensing into a flowing lightning shield that steadily enveloped Qiao Jingjing and the others.

The moment the black mist touched the edge of the lightning barrier, it hissed and turned into wisps of green smoke, disappearing without a trace before it could even struggle.

The group exchanged glances before Qiao Jingjing tentatively spoke:

"How about... we go down and take a look? What's hidden down there?"

"Alright, I've been wanting to see how long these secrets have been buried underground."

Before the words were finished—

Swish!

Lin Quan nodded, and Qiao Jingjing said no more. With a thought, her supple spiritual energy, like a veil, instantly enveloped the three of them, and she floated up, plummeting into the depths of the crevice.

After descending nearly thirty meters, I finally felt a solid sensation beneath my feet.

"Hey—wait for me!"

"escape!"

Only then did Yi Yezhiqiu come to his senses. He shouted and quickly formed a hand seal. In a flash of light, he disappeared into the ground and vanished without a trace.

Almost at the same time that Lin Quan and the other three stepped onto solid ground, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu's figure also "poofed" out from the crack in the floor tiles and landed steadily beside them.

Swah——

All eyes turned to him.

"Fellow Daoists...why are you staring at me like that...is there some ash on my lips?"

He looked bewildered, his brows furrowed slightly, his expression both comical and earnest.

Lin Quan, Qiao Jingjing, and the other two women exchanged glances, a hint of helplessness flashing across their eyes.

She glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze away and looking around.

"It's like an underground palace."

"Judging from the dust accumulated in the brick seams and the erosion marks on the stone walls, no one has set foot here for at least a hundred years."

"It was probably buried here before Zhengqi Manor was even built."

Before the words were finished, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu had already suppressed his playful expression, his face becoming solemn, his eyes like hooks, as he slowly scanned the dark palace.

Before long, everyone's gaze was fixed on the stone coffin in the center of the underground palace.

The coffin lid had already been overturned several steps away, and black gas was gushing out of the coffin like ink dripping into clear water, constantly spreading and churning.