Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Wang Yuyan nodded in response, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and bent down to identify, register and classify each plant.

About half an hour later, she straightened up, gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead with her delicate hand, and reported to the director:

"Brother Quan, I've memorized almost all the ones I can recognize."

"There are forty-nine immortal herbs; and about one hundred and twenty thousand-year-old spiritual medicines."

"There are also 36 immortal-grade poisonous herbs and 88 ancient poisonous herbs."

"As for miscellaneous spiritual plants that are over a thousand years old but under ten thousand years old... there are simply too many to count."

Lin Quan felt a slight tremor in his heart after hearing this.

This was only what Wang Yuyan recognized—there were many other strange objects that she didn't know the names of and dared not touch easily, lying quietly among the crevices and mist of the rocks.

The four people exchanged glances and simultaneously gasped.

Ecstasy, an uncontrollable ecstasy!

Lin Quan had long known this place was bountiful, but he hadn't expected it to be this bountiful—

This isn't a medicinal herb garden; it's clearly a gold mine dropped by the heavens!

Only now did he fully understand how ruthless that swindler was.

They're practically treating Dugu Bo like a fat sheep to be slaughtered, wanting to cook even the bone fragments three times over!

Not to mention those immortal herbs, even the ancient spiritual medicines, that little rascal didn't share a single one with the old poison master and his grandson.

Lin Quan was shaking his head and sighing when, before he could finish speaking, Cao Cao arrived, riding on the poisonous fog.

The swirling gray-green miasma above the valley suddenly trembled, as if parted by an invisible hand. The next instant, Dugu Bo's hunched yet sharp figure, carrying his granddaughter, landed steadily on the bluestone at the bottom of the valley.

His gaze swept over the two of them—although his granddaughter wasn't covered in bone-corroding poison like the old poison master, her dark green hair, her eerie green eyes, and the faint, sweet, fishy scent emanating from her sleeves were enough to make one's heart tighten.

Before the old poisoner could speak, Lin Quan only glanced at the grandfather and granddaughter for a moment before turning to look at Wang Yuyan, his tone calm and steady:

"Yu Yan, first teach them the basic techniques of poison cultivation."

"We'll discuss the next steps once we've laid a solid foundation."

Wang Yuyan nodded upon hearing this, without uttering a word, but softly called out:

"Come with me."

She led the grandmother and grandson straight to the edge of the valley—where the power of ice and fire was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, with almost no interference. After they stopped, she raised her hand and waved it, and the space in the mirror opened up, revealing a yellowed old picture.

This was actually the meridian chart she used back then when she laid a solid foundation for Lin Quan and the other two in martial arts!

Who would have thought that it would come in handy again today.

"This is a complete diagram of the twelve regular meridians and 365 acupoints of the human body. You must memorize it."

"The attack methods to be taught later will all be based on this diagram for every path of Qi circulation."

The diagram showed a dense network of meridians resembling a spider web, with acupoints scattered like stars, making the grandfather and grandson's eyelids twitch.

"If one meridian is misaligned or one acupoint is off, it can cause minor issues like reversed flow of qi and blood, or even severe issues like loss of mental consciousness."

"Before the poison is completely eradicated, people will go mad—this is not meant to scare you."

Wang Yuyan's expression was solemn, her gaze sharp as a blade. The grandfather and granddaughter exchanged a glance; the old poisoner's Adam's apple bobbed, he gritted his teeth, and whispered:

"Remember it! Not a single hair was missed!"

Just as Wang Yuyan started speaking, Lin Quan also got moving.

His gaze shifted, landing on Qiao Jingjing and the other two, decisively and cleanly:

"Let's not just stand there—we'll use what we have on hand to make wooden boxes from living plant spirit beasts, specifically to hold these rare and precious materials."

Ordinary jade boxes cannot contain the medicinal properties, but a box carved from the trunk of a vibrant plant spirit beast, combined with a short-term nurturing space within a mirror, ensures that not a single drop of the medicinal power is lost.

The three women's eyes lit up immediately, eager to try.

Lin Quan added, "The best ones are the old tree spirits and vine demons with gnarled roots and sap that doesn't dissipate."

"Leave it to us!" Qiao Jingjing patted her chest, called out to Zhu Zhuqing and Li Hanyi, and then turned and dashed out of the valley, her figure as swift as the wind.

Time flows silently.

Watching the three people soar into the sky, and then glancing at Wang Yuyan explaining word by word by the valley, Lin Quan became the most relaxed one.

He strolled over, glanced at the furrowed brows of the grandfather and grandson, and casually asked:

"How's the progress?"

Wang Yuyan didn't answer, but just gestured with her lips towards the two of them.

Sure enough, the old poison master was repeatedly gesturing with the corner of the diagram, while his granddaughter, her fingertips wet with dew, silently traced meridians on the stone surface—both of them had sweat on their foreheads, but their eyes shone brightly, and they didn't dare to blink even once.

Lin Quan felt a warmth in his heart, as if he could see again the way they used to diligently practice the foundation of martial arts.

Before we knew it, an hour had quietly slipped by.

With Wang Yuyan's detailed explanations and repeated demonstrations, the grandmother and granddaughter finally memorized the routes of the twelve meridians and the locations of the main acupoints.

"Next, I will teach you a martial art called the Five Poisons Scripture."

"First, memorize the incantation of the Five Poisons Scripture, and then I will teach you the secrets of circulating internal energy step by step..."

Don't be fooled by Wang Yuyan's nonchalant tone, as if she were sharing some earth-shattering secret manual.

In reality, this cultivation method was merely a common mental technique created by a mid-tier sect called the Five Poisons Sect in their world. However, when applied to this Martial Soul Continent—

The Five Poisons Sutra immediately became a supreme and extremely rare Dharma, far surpassing those superficial meditation methods!

For Dugu Bo and his grandson, having inherited this lineage meant that the Dugu family's roots were as solid as a rock and could never be severed.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Before the words were even finished, the thick, poisonous fog above the valley suddenly churned like boiling water.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Jingjing and the other two had already descended from the sky, their clothes fluttering, their figures as light as feathers...

Almost simultaneously, a giant tree burst forth from the cliff—

The tree trunk stretched for dozens of feet and was over three feet thick. All the gnarled branches were broken, leaving only the vigorous main trunk, which slowly sank and fell under the guidance of Qiao Jingjing's mental power.

"A ten-thousand-year-old plant-type soul beast: the Gathering Sun Peach Tree!"

Before Lin Quan and Wang Yuyan could speak,

Dugu Bo and his grandson's pupils constricted sharply, and they exclaimed in shock. Indeed, the massive, weathered tree hanging in mid-air was a living, breathing ten-thousand-year-old soul beast!

To be more precise, it is an ancient tree spirit that has been cultivated for 30,000 years!

As the three landed and stood still, the main trunk of the peach tree, under Qiao Jingjing's mental control, floated steadily above their heads, trembling slightly.

She then smiled and turned to Lin Quan, saying:

"My husband, what do you think of this peach tree? It's a Juyang Peach Tree that's been there for a full thirty thousand years..."

"Fortunately, Sister Hanyi intervened in time, otherwise Sister Zhuqing and I, although we could have captured it..."

"But it's simply impossible to preserve such a complete and undamaged trunk!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Quan stepped forward, placed his palm on the tree trunk, and carefully sensed it—

A vibrant energy surged like the spring tide, and the touch of my fingertips was warm and slightly hot, as if I were holding a beating heart!

"The Gathering Sun Peach Tree is naturally adept at gathering the essence of the sun and refining it into soul power..."

"And those that cross the threshold of ten thousand years can refine sunlight into the pure essence of life!"

Zhu Zhuqing added softly from the side, her tone resolute.

Lin Quan said no more, only paused for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Alright! Let's take the heartwood from this peach tree and carve a batch of specially made wooden boxes."

"We'll take the job."

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing had already accepted the challenge with ease.