Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The mental power and footwork were perfectly integrated, and even Wang Yuyan, who had also awakened her mental power, was eager to try it and immediately began to imitate it.

Lin Quan caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, but silently shook his head and did not say anything to stop him.

Before long, Zhu Zhuqing also quietly got into character—

One moment it was beside the three, the next the shadow vanished in an instant, like ink dripping into water, disappearing into the shadows of the trees by the roadside;

In another flash, they were already dozens of steps away, their afterimages overlapping, and in the blink of an eye, they drifted back to their original positions, as if they had never left.

Wei Linquan maintained his pace as before, neither hurried nor slow, as he traveled, disassembling, reassembling, and refining the Lingbo Weibu technique.

My mind was divided into two paths: one to be alert to the surrounding movements, and the other to delve into the mysteries of the footwork.

The four of them went their separate ways, yet they managed to create a thousand different scenes with their unique lightness skill!

After several hours of running, he showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, his true qi flowed more and more smoothly, and the qi in his dantian became slightly thicker.

By the time the sun reached its zenith, half of the mountain path had already been left behind.

Lin Quan raised his hand to indicate that he needed to rest, and then found a shady spot nearby to rest.

With a slight thought, the space within the mirror opened, and the corpse of a soul beast resembling a goat with bluish fur quietly appeared.

As he deftly skinned and deboned the animals, he gestured to the three women to gather branches to start a fire...

In no time, the campfire crackled, and dripping grease splattered like tiny sparks.

A whole roasted lamb, golden and glistening with oil, and weighing at least fifty or forty pounds, is steadily placed on the fire.

"Leave the rest to me..."

Before Lin Quan could even raise his hand, Wang Yuyan had already darted out like an arrow.

Her mind focused slightly, and her martial spirit—the Frost Sword—was instantly drawn, exuding a chilling frost-like aura, its blade emitting a cold, eerie blue light.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The sword flashed and flew, so fast that it tore through the air, leaving only a string of silvery-white afterimages that exploded before our eyes.

With each flash of cold light, a slice of roasted meat, as thin as a cicada's wing, fell to the ground...

Before the meat slices even hit the ground, they were steadily lifted up by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air, perfectly neat and tidy.

In just a few dozen breaths, the entire plump roasted lamb had been cleaned up completely.

Looking at the skeleton again, it was spotless, without a trace of fascia or a piece of flesh remaining.

The stark white bones gleamed with a cold light, standing there silently like a specimen just taken from an ice cave.

After a long silence, Lin Quan gasped, "Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! This sword strike leaves no chance of survival!"

"This is the 'Thirteen Forms of Swift Sword' that I have been practicing diligently recently."

This sword technique is nothing more than a second-rate martial art hidden deep within the Langhuan Jade Cave, and its entire essence is focused on one word—speed!

As they approached, only Qiao Jingjing was still able to track the trajectory thanks to her mental power.

In Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, all that remained was the flowing light, and they couldn't even make out the sword hilt.

"Yu Yan is truly the one among the four of us with the sharpest potential and the most comprehension..."

As soon as Qiao Jingjing finished speaking, Lin Quan smiled and invited the three women to sit down and start eating.

Dozens of kilograms of fragrant roasted meat were devoured in the blink of an eye.

After a hearty meal and a rest for about half an incense stick's time, the four of them finally got ready to continue their journey.

As dusk deepened and the sunset glowed golden, they finally arrived at their lodgings.

A small border town, only about ten miles in circumference, nestled at the edge of the Starry Sky Forest.

The Starry Forest stretches from north to south, and the two great empires of Tiandou and Xingluo each have established towns along the forest line, totaling at least five or six.

These towns rely entirely on the forest for their livelihood: hunting souls, gathering herbs, taming beasts, trading goods... every single one of these activities is inseparable from the concept of a Soul Master.

Over 90% of those coming and going in the town are Soul Masters, some traveling alone and others in groups. Their Soul Guidance Devices glow faintly at their waists, their auras are steady, and their steps are swift.

It was already dark when they entered the town. Without hesitation, Lin Quan led the three women straight to a three-story restaurant on the street corner.

At the counter, he spoke in a clear voice: "Manager, two superior rooms, preferably quiet ones."

"Bring us another table of your restaurant's best-kept secret dishes."

After speaking, he casually glanced around the hall, then led the three to an empty table in the corner, where they sat down and settled in.

While waiting for their food, the four of them discreetly glanced around at the other diners.

Most of the Soul Masters were at level 20 or 30, but every team that made up a table had at least one Soul Master at level 40 or higher in charge, and several tables even exuded an aura of power from those at level 50 or higher.

Zhu Zhuqing turned to the side and whispered, "He's either an instructor from the academy who leads the soul-hunting team, or an old hunter who spends his years roaming the forest."

Unless a Soul Saint personally arrives, the four of them can face the situation with ease, given their current strength.

Furthermore, Lin Quan and his entourage possessed an extraordinary air about them, and their attire was refined yet understated, clearly indicating that they were people of distinguished background.

Not to mention that Qiao Jingjing and her two companions were stunningly beautiful, with sharp figures and an air of aloofness and sharpness between their brows, attracting frequent glances from everyone present, yet no one dared to stare for long—

Their gazes met briefly before quickly averting, as if looking at them any longer would burn their eyes.

As for approaching someone to chat or making frivolous remarks? Don't even think about it.

Nobody here is a hothead, much less a madman like Shillake who gambles his life on luck.

It's human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, but would you dare to bang your head against a brick wall? Only a fool would do that.

Before long, a table of steaming hot signature dishes was served.

Upon closer inspection, both the meat and vegetables are sourced from spirit beasts: the meat is the hind leg of the Gale Wolf and the spine meat of the Azure Scale Python; the vegetables are the tender shoots of the Illusion Heart Vine and the cap of the Moonflower Mushroom; even the dipping sauce is made from century-old snow frog paste, with a fragrant aroma and subtle spiritual energy.

The diners are all wealthy and powerful, and they spend lavishly. Who would care about a few gold soul coins?

Living off the mountains and forests – this town is born on the pulse of the Starry Forest.

The dishes on the table, originating from and taken from spirit beasts, are perfectly natural.

The four of them took a bite, and it certainly lived up to its reputation.

Whether it's the crispy and tender Soul Beast Ribs or the refreshing and sweet stir-fried Plant-based Soul Ingredients, the flavors are rich and layered.

Lin Quan silently swallowed a mouthful, knowing in his heart that this skill was far superior to what he could bake himself.

Not only did he nod, but Qiao Jingjing and the other two also put down their chopsticks, looked at each other and smiled, and nodded in unison.

"It smells amazing! Much better than what Brother Quan cooks..."

The three girls teased each other with smiles, and Lin Quan immediately rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I didn't grow up by the stove, how can I compare my skills with professional chefs? That's just asking for trouble..."

"Why don't the three of you practice your knife skills in your spare time, and we'll take care of all three meals at home from now on?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing and the other two immediately shut their mouths.

The chattering and teasing just moments before abruptly stopped, and in the blink of an eye, they buried their heads in their rice, vegetables, and soup, their movements as fast as if they were fighting for food.

It's not that they don't want to learn—it's that they really can't!

Before Qiao Jingjing met Lin Quan, she lived a life of constant danger. It was a miracle that she could even swallow a bowl of coarse rice porridge whole.

Wang Yuyan was born into a duke's mansion and was so pampered that she didn't even bother to think about which way to hold the spatula.

Zhu Zhuqing had been pampered since childhood, with tea served to her and food brought to her by servants. She never had to light a fire to cook porridge herself.

Normally, being able to cook a bowl of plain porridge or fry an egg is already considered an extraordinary achievement.