Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

In the world of Martial Souls, he and Qiao Jingjing both awakened their Martial Souls. Although they did not hunt for Soul Rings, they never slacked off in their cultivation.

Swallow three crystal cores each night; the medicinal power will surge, tempering your muscles and bones, and your breath will quietly grow stronger.

Now that he has returned to the main world, the suppression has vanished, and his soul power surges forth like thawing spring water.

Zhu Zhuqing's soul power surged to level 49, just one step away from becoming a Soul King;

Qiao Jingjing's achievement was even more astonishing: in just three days, she soared to level 30!

In fact, when she and Lin Quan first awakened their martial souls, they had already broken through the level ten threshold.

It was only because the Heavenly Dao shackles of the Martial Soul World were firmly suppressed that the investigation results were stuck at "Level 10".

Now that the shackles have broken, Qiao Jingjing has surged to level 30, and Lin Quan has quietly climbed to level 25, even surprising himself.

"It's getting late, I'll cook."

Lin Quan glanced at the wall clock, got up and walked towards the kitchen, his back view neat and efficient.

No sooner had he left than Qiao Jingjing looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a beaming smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners: "Zhuqing, shall we go take a hot bath and loosen up our muscles?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out and grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's wrist, dragging her towards the bathroom.

"I...I..."

Zhu Zhuqing's ears instantly turned red. She tried to pull her hand away but couldn't. Her eyes were as panicked as a frightened deer.

Before long, clear laughter filled the bathroom, along with Qiao Jingjing's deliberately teasing humming and hawing.

Lin Quan used the essence of ten-year and hundred-year-old soul beasts to simmer, stew, and stir-fry, bringing out a table of steaming hot dishes. He strolled to the bathroom door and called out, "Dinner's ready—"

Hearing the playful fighting inside, or rather, Qiao Jingjing trying to amuse him in various ways, he rolled his eyes helplessly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Qiao Jingjing arrived slowly, arm in arm with Zhu Zhuqing, whose wet hair was slightly disheveled and whose cheeks were flushed.

Lin Quan glanced at it, shook his head, and sighed softly.

Without the world's pressure and without any worries, Qiao Jingjing's true nature is becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Perhaps only in front of him would she reveal that unguarded and vibrant side of herself.

"Let's eat."

At a shout, the three of them turned their attention to the table full of delicious food.

After a satisfying meal and everything was tidied up, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said:

"I'm going back to seclusion first."

Swish

They didn't give Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing a chance to speak at all.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered, transforming into a wisp of dark wind, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished from sight, leaving not even a trace.

After watching her figure disappear completely, only Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing remained in the same spot. The two subconsciously met eyes, and there was a half-second of silence in the air.

"Look at what you've done to this girl..."

Qiao Jingjing glanced at Lin Quan sideways, her gaze sweeping from his eyebrows to his fingertips, slowly examining him from head to toe.

The next moment, the corners of her lips lifted slightly, a smile appearing on her face: "—You're practically radiating jealousy."

"I……"

"What do you mean, 'what'? Come with me."

Before she finished speaking, her mind stirred slightly, and her spiritual power suddenly coiled around her like invisible threads.

Lin Quan suddenly felt his body lighten, his feet left the ground, and he was steadily lifted up, involuntarily floating in the air, following closely behind her, floating straight towards the lounge.

Two hours later, Qiao Jingjing, who had just exuded a powerful aura and acted like a queen, was now gently but forcefully pinned down by Lin Quan. Her breathing gradually deepened, and she finally drifted off to sleep.

Lin Quan lowered his eyes and gazed at her sleeping face, a hint of warmth quietly spreading in his eyes.

He didn't disturb her, but quietly reached into the mirror's space, took out a crystal core that shimmered with a faint light, and swallowed it.

The night flowed silently, like ink-black silk slipping quietly through fingertips...

The next morning, as soon as Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing got up, Zhu Zhuqing had already set out a hot breakfast on the table.

After the three finished their breakfast, Qiao Jingjing was about to get up when Zhu Zhuqing was also about to take a step—

Lin Quan suddenly raised his eyes, his expression abruptly becoming serious, his tone becoming solemn to the point of being almost solemn:

"When you return to your respective worlds, your lives will always come first."

"As long as I'm here, there will always be an escape route."

"With the Time Mirror in hand, becoming stronger is only a matter of time."

Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a quick glance, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly, their eyes firm and gentle, as if to say: Don't worry, we understand.

"I know exactly what to do."

After saying those words, Qiao Jingjing lightly touched the ground with her toes and vanished like smoke, leaving no trace.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled and said in a clear voice, "Brother Quan, don't worry. Although I was suppressed when I returned to the Martial Soul World, I took the crystal core and my body has been completely transformed. In terms of physique alone, I can hold my own against a Soul Master."

Before she finished speaking, she waved to Lin Quan, and her figure suddenly faded away, like ripples spreading across water, instantly returning to the Martial Soul World.

"well……"

Looking at the empty courtyard gate, Lin Quan opened his mouth, but in the end, only a soft sigh escaped his lips.

He knew very well that he couldn't be of any help at this moment.

Qiao Jingjing was the sharpest knife among the three;

Zhu Zhuqing, with the help of the crystal core, surpassed him in combat power, far exceeding his own.

He himself, through repeated tempering with the crystal core, is now a peak Level 1 Awakener, just one step away from Level 2.

Unfortunately, despite possessing such a rare item as the crystal core, the three lacked a proper cultivation method.

All advancements rely entirely on the crystal core's ruthless transformation of the physical body and spirit, passively accelerating their development without any discernible pattern.

He withdrew his gaze, strolled into the courtyard, picked up the purple clay teapot, and brewed a cup of tea.

Swah——

With a slight thought, a rattan recliner appeared out of thin air and landed steadily on the bluestone slab.

Those were old items he had specifically sought out from established shops during his last trip to the Martial Soul World.

Nourishing, nourishing, nourishing...

He sank into the chair, stretching his back, and in a flash, two clusters of lightning leaped from his palms—

The lightning arc in his left hand was wild and unrestrained, crackling and exploding. It was the primal lightning awakened after the crystal core tore through his bloodline.

The lightning on his right hand was somewhat docile, faintly glowing with a pale blue light. It was a lightning martial soul formed by fusing a trace of the origin of lightning with the soul stone of the martial soul world.

Both originate from the same source, yet the difference in their quality is immediately apparent:

The Martial Soul Lightning is weaker, and it is wrapped with a wisp of soul power that is difficult to separate.

The lightning bestowed by the crystal core is violent, pure, and perfectly controlled, roaring in response to each surge within the bloodline.

"Once I'm stronger, I can try absorbing a few spirit rings..."

He stared at it for a long time, but saw nothing unusual, so he dispersed the lightning in his palm and let it return to silence.

Boom, boom, boom...

Lin Quan was leaning back in a bamboo chair, his fingertips lightly twirling a teacup, a wisp of steam rising gently, his whole being as languid as sun-dried cotton.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door in the front yard was knocked on three times, the sound deep and powerful, making the copper bells on the eaves tremble slightly.

"I barely left the Martial Soul World before someone else stepped across the threshold..."

The interruption of his leisure did not anger him; he merely furrowed his brow slightly, as if a light ink mark had been swept across his face. He then stood up, his steps unhurried, and stepped out of the shadows of the corridor in one stride.

Aside from the neighbors next door whom he usually ignored, there were very few people who would personally visit him.

"Here it comes—"

As he responded, he raised his hand and pushed the door open; the hinges clicked softly, and the door swung open.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Quan stopped abruptly, even catching his breath.