Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Qiao Jingjing's gaze shifted to Lin Quan's face: "Husband, shall we find a place to rest first, or return immediately?"

Lin Quan replied decisively: "Go back!"

Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a smile, having no objections.

About half an hour later, Wang Yuyan's breathing returned to normal. The four of them immediately set off, using their light-footed movement to travel swiftly towards Soto City. They only stopped once along the way to hastily eat a few bites of hot food.

As the sky turned inky black, the four figures finally stepped through the gates of Soto and headed straight for Zhu Zhuqing's small courtyard.

As soon as Lin Quan stepped into the courtyard, his gaze fell on Qiao Jingjing.

Before he could even speak, with a slight thought, her spiritual energy quietly spread out like a thin mist—

After a moment, she nodded slightly: "The surroundings are clean."

"Let's go back to the main world."

Swish!

Before the words were even finished, the four figures had vanished from the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the familiar courtyard house—blue bricks and gray tiles, slightly upturned eaves, and even the faint fragrance of old locust trees wafted in the wind.

"Finally landed..."

Lin Quan took a deep breath, and the tension in his shoulders finally eased little by little.

As soon as his breathing stabilized, Qiao Jingjing and the other two visibly relaxed, their brows unfurrowing.

I glanced up and swept over the dusty courtyard—it had been neglected for half a month, the stone steps were covered in dust, the windows were dusty, and even the pillars of the corridor had darkened.

Qiao Jingjing slightly raised her fingertips, and her spiritual power overflowed like a clear spring, silently sweeping across the front and back yards.

In just a few breaths, the spider webs on the eaves disappeared, the blue bricks became clear and bright, and even the copper bells under the eaves reflected a clear light.

After getting ready, she pulled Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing towards the bathroom: "Come on, let's take a hot bath first!"

Watching the three figures disappear behind the moon gate, Lin Quan withdrew his gaze, his consciousness quietly sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness—

The moment they stepped into the main world, a clear thought struck their minds:

The opportunity to connect all the heavens has arrived once more!

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Mirror of Time and Space floated silently, its surface shimmering with light, flickering and shifting, as if quietly awakening with the ebb and flow of his spiritual state…

Each time it breaks through constraints, it gains more luster and more responsiveness.

The first three experiences were still vivid in Lin Quan's mind, and when he heard this news again, his heart remained completely unmoved.

He did not rush to open the mirror, but gently calmed his mind and slowly withdrew the wisp of thought that had been probing the time-space mirror.

Lin Quan's eyes flickered, and his gaze suddenly pierced into the space within the mirror.

One after another, ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts of such immense size that they were breathtaking crashed into his field of vision.

His gaze was like a knife, instantly fixing on the dragon-shaped soul beast that was coiled up like a mountain, its scales gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

"Tsk tsk tsk... A dragon bloodline descendant of 63,000 years!"

"Today, we'll use it to break our fast!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stood up, taken a step, and headed straight for the kitchen.

He pushed open the door and entered without any hesitation.

With a slight thought, he lightly tapped the void with his fingertips—the dragon's corpse rose up in response, its scales, spine, tendons, and flesh all suspended in mid-air, as if drawn by invisible threads.

With the Time-Space Mirror in hand, this small world becomes his chessboard!

Without this, just peeling the skin, removing the bones, separating the tendons and marrow would probably take half an hour.

Dragon scales were like black jade, dragon bones like cold iron, dragon tendons like silver strings, and dragon blood condensed into red beads... His fingers flew so fast that only afterimages remained.

In just a few dozen breaths, a heavy piece of dragon rib meat with pale golden patterns was held firmly in his palm—weighing thirty-six jin, oily and plump, with a budding aroma.

"Dragon meat hot pot, cooked and eaten immediately."

Once the thought was made up, the stove fire was lit, and white steam rose from the copper pot.

When Qiao Jingjing and the other two dried their hair, changed their clothes, and strolled out of the courtyard, Lin Quan had already placed a scalding hot pot, neatly arranged slices of dragon meat, and vibrant green side dishes, along with a series of dishes of his secret dipping sauce, steadily on the stone table.

"Come, taste the delicious flavor made from the blood of a true dragon."

With a call, he handed over all the tasks of cutting, preparing sauces, and controlling the fire to the three girls.

He turned and went into the bathroom, where hot water poured down, washing away the dust and grime.

Half an hour later, he came out wearing a plain cotton shirt, with water droplets still dripping from his hair.

The courtyard was already warm and cozy—the charcoal fire was burning brightly, the soup in the pot was bubbling, and the three people sat around it, chopsticks already in their hands, just waiting for him to sit down.

As soon as Lin Quan sat down, his gaze swept over the three eager faces, and he grabbed the serving chopsticks, stirred them in the pot, and said, "What are you waiting for? They'll get overcooked if they're too hot—start eating!"

He picked up a slice of dragon meat as thin as a cicada's wing, dipped it into the red broth, scooped it out after it curled slightly, and put it in his mouth.

Almost simultaneously, Qiao Jingjing, Wang Yuyan, and Su Wanqing also stopped eating—

It wasn't hesitation, it was astonishment.

The aroma was rich but not greasy, as mellow as aged wine; the taste was chewy yet smooth like melted fat, rich but not oily, lean but not dry.

The moment their tongues touched, their taste buds exploded, as if they were being licked by a warm electric current.

Even more remarkably, as the meat juices slid down my throat, a warm sensation rose from my lower abdomen, like spring water overflowing frozen earth, slowly seeping into every part of my body, into every inch of my muscles—

My whole body felt numb and tingly, my pores opened up, and I felt like I was soaking in the warm sunshine, so warm that I wanted to sigh.

"As expected of a soul body nourished by dragon blood, the taste is absolutely divine..."

"Even my blood and qi surged, and my veins felt faintly hot!"

"This is just a dragon-like creature from the Martial Soul Realm. True dragon liver, phoenix marrow... I'm afraid just smelling its breath could break through one's cultivation level, right?"

Seeing the three women's eyes light up, Lin Quan smiled and shook his head: "I've never even tasted dragon liver and phoenix marrow."

"But among this prey, there are indeed two that possess the essence of a true dragon and a phoenix—"

"A blazing dragon, a cold-feathered eagle."

Deep within the mirror's space, a blazing dragon lay horizontally like a hill, while on the other side, the remains of a cold-feathered eagle floated silently—its wingspan nearly twenty feet, its feathers as translucent as ice crystals, each one adorned with patterns of frost and fire.

To capture it, the four men circled the mountain for three days and set up ambushes seven times before finally succeeding in striking it when it was weakened from molting.

That battle cleaved Wang Yuyan's second soul ring and also gave her a fierce killing move called "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin".

"After enduring more than half a month of hardship, all four of them have now stepped into the threshold of the Innate Realm."

"Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk."

Before she finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing flicked her finger, and a case of deep red wine bottles appeared out of thin air, with fine water droplets still clinging to the bottles.

Lin Quan opened his mouth, wanting to say, "This liquor is too strong," but when he looked up and saw three pairs of bright, sparkling eyes, he swallowed his words back.

The four men raised their glasses and chatted, the hot soup bubbling, the aroma of wine and meat mingling together and drifting into the night breeze.

From the other side of the courtyard wall, a sharp clang suddenly rang out, followed by a gruff voice cursing, "Who's cooking monsters in the middle of the night? The smell's keeping me up!"

Qiao Jingjing lowered her eyebrows, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and a very soft "humph" escaped from her nose.

The spiritual power spread silently, like frost and snow covering the ground, in just three breaths—

Next door, the fire completely went silent.