Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded, his mind slightly stirred—

Swish!

The three figures disappeared into the manor in an instant, like drops of ink falling into water.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already under the gray bricks and tiles of No. 96 Nanluoguxiang.

Suddenly plunged from the Martial Soul Realm, where vital energy surged like a tidal wave, into the Main World, where spiritual energy was so thin it was almost a vacuum, the three instinctively tensed their backs and felt a lump in their throats.

After a few breaths, his breathing finally calmed down again.

And that invisible shackle that once pressed down like a mountain, constantly restricting the flow of soul power...

At this moment, it has completely vanished!

Although cultivation is difficult in the main world, it strangely accommodates all the power from other worlds.

The true qi of martial arts, the soul power of martial spirits, the supernatural abilities of the apocalypse... all flowed back to the sea like fish, without any hindrance.

Lin Quan glanced at the sky, then at Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing's clothes, still bearing the marks of their otherworldly journey. A smile crept onto his lips.

Let's go tidy up first...

wow-

Lin Quan stepped forward, his arm naturally wrapping around Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing's slender waists.

In an instant, two blushes appeared on the cheeks of both women, and their ears were tinged with a light red. But neither of them took a step back. Instead, their bodies softened slightly, and they leaned into his arms like vines entwining a tree, silent yet resolute.

Two hours slipped by unnoticed amidst the sounds of water, laughter, and the rustling of clothes...

After the three of them finished dressing, they changed into the most ordinary plain-colored long gowns and modified cheongsams in this world. Even though the fabric was a bit old and the style was a bit dated, it couldn't suppress the elegant and refined beauty that emanated from their bones—their eyebrows were like distant mountains with dark eyebrows, their eyes were like autumn water reflecting stars, and even the ends of their hair were shimmering.

"Let's go, it's been so long since I stepped out of the house..."

"Let's have a blast shopping today!"

As soon as they stepped out of the blue brick gate of Nanluoguxiang, the three figures appeared as if they were in a painting: one man was as upright as a pine tree, two women were as bright as the sunset, one was as gentle as a poem, and the other was as cold as a blade.

Wherever they went, pedestrians slowed down and their eyes followed them—the old man at the tea stall forgot to lift the lid, the young man selling candied hawthorns stopped shouting, and even the cat squatting at the entrance of the alley straightened up and tilted its head to stare.

Lin Quan glanced around, couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, then turned to Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing, raising an eyebrow and whispering:

"Tsk... I'm afraid I'll really have to learn some ways to cover my face when I go out in the future."

The two women exchanged a smile. Zhu Zhuqing tapped her chin with her fingertip, while Wang Yuyan nodded slightly: "We should be more careful."

This is no exaggeration.

Before breaking through to the Innate Realm, they were just a group of ordinary people with decent appearances; but now, with their bones and muscles rebuilt and their aura sublimated, every gesture they made radiated a clear and bright glow, and their faces seemed to have been repeatedly cleansed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Standing in a crowd, they were like a cluster of flames burning in the snow, impossible to go unnoticed!

Lin Quan said no more, took the two men's wrists, turned around, and headed straight east.

Before long, three figures stopped in front of a silk shop with a vermilion plaque.

"Sister Xue Ru's shop..."

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

Before he finished speaking, both pairs of eyes turned to Lin Quan.

He paused, as if something had gently bumped into his heart.

Oh right—that day Chen Xueru delivered the clothes to Qiao Jingjing and the others' door, and he casually agreed to come and thank her, but he'd completely forgotten about it…

"well……"

A soft sigh escaped his lips, but he quickly stopped himself.

Hide? Why bother?

His gaze darkened, then he nodded: "Since we're here, let's go in and have a seat."

Swah——

The three lifted the curtain and entered.

The two shop assistants who were busy in the shop looked up when they heard the noise, and their eyes met Lin Quan and the other two. The cloth in their hands almost slipped from their hands. Several customers who were picking out materials also stopped. Some people opened their mouths and forgot to close them. Some people held their teacups and froze in mid-air.

One of the men swallowed hard and stammered as he called out towards the inner room:

"Boss! They're here!"

Before the words were finished, a series of light and hurried footsteps approached from afar—

Chen Xueru, dressed in a dark blue cheongsam embroidered with magnolias, her skirt swaying slightly, strode out from the inner hall to greet them. Upon first seeing the three, she paused, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes; but in an instant, a smile, like spring water breaking through ice, spread across her brows and eyes:

"Lin Quan! Sister Zhu Qing! Please come in quickly—"

She greeted him warmly, but when her gaze fell upon Wang Yuyan, her breath hitched slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously touched her sleeve before she suppressed the momentary amazement in her heart, her smile deepening:

"Who is this younger sister...?"

Before Lin Quan could speak, Wang Yuyan had already taken a graceful half-step forward, her lips slightly upturned, her voice as clear as a spring striking a stone:

"Hello, Sister Xue Ru, I am Wang Yu Yan."

"I have long admired your beauty, which surpasses even the most beautiful flowers, and your skillful hands, which are more delicate than clouds. Seeing you in person today, I realize that the rumors do not do justice to your true appearance."

As soon as Wang Yuyan finished speaking, Chen Xueru immediately put on a smile and was extremely polite.

The two exchanged words, their tone gentle and soothing, yet it was as if a thin veil separated them, their warmth masking a distance.

Lin Quan and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a quick glance, a barely perceptible hint of weariness flashing across their eyes—not annoyance, but a tacit understanding of exhaustion.

In terms of looks, Chen Xueru couldn't compare to Wang Yuyan; even if she included Qiao Jingjing, Zhu Zhuqing, and Li Hanyi, who had just signed a contract, she still wouldn't have the upper hand. Wang Yuyan's face was the most flawless among the four, bright to the point of being sharp, yet gentle and just right.

But if we're talking about where Chen Xueru truly commands the stage—

It's not about appearance or figure, but rather the captivating charm that emanates from within!

She's born with a seductive charm!

These four words, when applied to her, are absolutely true.

A glance, a turn, even the slightest flick of the fingertips against the cuff—all these actions are like hooks coated in honey, silently and firmly pinning one's gaze to the spotlight.

After the pleasantries were over, Chen Xueru deftly poured a cup of coffee for each of Lin Quan and the other two, the rims still steaming. She then looked up, her gaze steadily settling on Lin Quan's face, her voice soft yet firm:

"I wonder what brings you here today, Young Master Lin?"

Originally, the only people who accompanied him were Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing.

Now, Wang Yuyan has been added to the list—especially her face, which is so beautiful and exquisite that even Chen Xueru felt a pang of bittersweet emotion.

Lin Quan met her gaze and, without beating around the bush, spoke directly:

"Bringing Yu Yan and Zhu Qing over here serves two purposes: first, to support your business, and second, to treat you to a simple meal—would Boss Chen do me the honor?"

Chen Xueru's heart suddenly lit up, but she only smiled slightly: "You said it yourself, that you'd treat us..."

Before she finished speaking, she had already taken Wang Yuyan and Zhu Zhuqing's wrists and led them towards the fitting room: "Let's take measurements for Yuyan and Zhuqing first, so we can make their new clothes quickly."

When it was Zhu Zhuqing's turn, she placed her fingertips on the other person's waistline, her gaze sweeping over the smooth and firm lines of his shoulders and back. Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and her smile faded for a moment.

The more they compared, the more insecure they felt—Wang Yuyan's advantage lay in her natural beauty, Zhu Zhuqing's innate talent, and as for herself…

No wonder Lin Quan remained lukewarm despite her repeated attempts to make amends.

Even so, she still clung to that lingering resentment and refused to let go.