Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"The Qiankun Body Tempering Technique has eighty-one levels. When cultivated to its peak, one can crush Nirvana Realm experts with just the Body Tempering level alone."

He rallied his spirits and began his cultivation practice.

His physical foundation was already empty. In the beginning, after only a short while, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if his muscles and bones were cracking.

After three months of arduous training, sweating profusely, he finally reached the twenty-eighth level of body tempering.

Early that morning, footsteps echoed along the mountain path. A young boy was climbing up the mountain.

"Huh? When did a wooden house appear on the mountain?" Lin Dong was taken aback.

"Little guy, where did you come from?" Chung Kwok-hung asked knowingly.

"The Lin family, Lin Dong," the boy answered crisply.

"Your potential is not bad; you are qualified to be my disciple." Zhong Guohong nodded with a smile.

"Who are you, senior? How did you come to appear in the back mountain of my Lin family?" Lin Dong asked warily.

"The world is so vast, how can it be the private property of one family or clan? You say it's the back mountain of the Lin family, then it is; if I say it isn't, then it isn't." Before he finished speaking, he added slowly, "My name is Zhong Guohong, spanning all realms and traversing ancient and modern times. Would you be willing to treat me as a disciple?"

"What can you teach me?" Lin Dong didn't answer the question, but instead asked it.

"I am proficient in all the cultivation techniques of this world; I also possess techniques that do not exist in this world."

"Do you have any superior martial arts techniques?"

"Martial arts are divided into lower, middle, and upper levels, and above that are the Creation level and the Spirit level... Once you become my disciple, I will teach you the strongest body tempering method available today."

"The strongest body tempering method... isn't it still just a body tempering method?" Lin Dong asked with a hint of doubt.

Do you understand the concept of "overpowering all techniques with sheer force"?

"I understand." Lin Dong nodded.

"The Qiankun Body Tempering Technique has eighty-one levels. Once fully mastered, one can suppress Nirvana Realm experts with just the tempered body—and above Body Tempering, there are three realms: Earth Origin, Heaven Origin, and Creation, before reaching Nirvana."

Xiao Yan, from the Dou Qi Continent, comes from Earth and his soul transmigrates to another world.

Lin Dong of the Tianxuan Continent was born and raised there, both in terms of flesh and soul.

Back in the Dou Qi Continent, Zhong Guohong never accepted Xiao Yan as his disciple.

Now that the protagonist was right in front of him, he could no longer suppress his urge to teach him.

In this lifetime, who doesn't harbor a secret desire to be a mentor?

"Eighty-one levels...really?" Lin Dong was skeptical.

Zhong Guohong walked to a thick, sturdy green tree, raised his hand, and silently broke the trunk, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

"Master, please accept my bow!" Lin Dong knelt down and kowtowed heavily. The large green tree, half a foot in diameter and as hard as iron, was cut in half by the other party with a casual strike. With such strength, how could he not bow?

"Get up." Zhong Guohong's voice was steady. "The physical body is the foundation of cultivation. The stronger the bones and muscles, the better one can suppress the Yuan Power and contain the Soul Fire. Once you have mastered the eighty-one levels of Body Tempering, killing enemies of higher ranks is as easy as raising your hand."

"Master, when will you teach me the Qiankun Body Tempering Technique?" Lin Dong asked eagerly, his eyes shining brightly.

Chung Kwok-hung's gaze swept over the boy's taut jawline, and he reached into his clothes to pull out a thin book.

As the master of the treasure basin, he could replicate a martial arts technique with a mere thought, and paper and ink would spontaneously appear.

"Master, why is it only up to the ninth level?" Lin Dong hurriedly flipped through a few pages, his brows furrowing slightly.

"On the day the ninth level is completed, I will give you the next nine levels." Zhong Guohong said calmly, without the slightest hesitation.

"Thank you, Master!" Lin Dong bowed deeply.

"Practice diligently." Chung Kwok-hung's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Yes." Lin Dong answered readily, exchanged a few more pleasantries, turned and strode down the mountain, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Lin Dong's father, Lin Xiao, has been suffering from an old injury for many years—prepare a pill for the little guy next time he comes."

"It's been more than three months since I've been back to Dou Qi Continent. It's time to take a break."

With a flash of light, one finds oneself amidst green mountains and a sea of ​​clouds.

"Nourish your Yuan Power on the Tianxuan Continent, and refine your Dou Qi on the Dou Qi Continent."

Ya Fei handed him the gun, Xiao Yu checked it, Yun Yun adjusted her breathing, and Xiao Mei brought up the rear—he practiced martial arts with the gun for several hours, his clothes soaked with sweat.

After a few days of relaxation, I returned to Qingyang Town.

After more than half a year of seclusion, the Qiankun Tempering Body Technique steadily reached the eighty-first level of its peak.

After Lin Xiao took the pill, the excruciating pain that had kept him awake all night disappeared, and the old ulcer on his shoulder blade, which had been festering for many years, also scabbed over.

"Now that Lin Dong has a master, how can he be without a master's wife?"

Xuan Su was originally in charge of the Wan Jin Chamber of Commerce. He used his wisdom to gain the upper hand and his sincerity to break the deadlock, calming people's minds without resorting to violence.

Ling Qingzhu was as aloof as frost. He followed the same path that had won over Yun Yun back then, keeping his promises with absolute weight and proceeding cautiously step by step.

In less than three months, four people had already joined him in the Martial Universe.

The Yuanli version of the Yin-Yang True Scripture remains profound and divine, suitable for both active and passive reading.

"Xuan Su, Ling Qingzhu, Zi Yue, Ying Huanhuan... isn't this too unfair to Lin Dong?"

"No. At this moment, Lin Dong has never even heard of their names—why should I bind myself to thoughts that haven't even arisen?"

He returned to Qingyang Town with his four daughters, bought a secluded mansion facing the street, and sent someone to the Lin family to invite Lin Dong.

"Disciple, this is your fifth master's wife Xuan Su, your sixth master's wife Zi Yue, your seventh master's wife Ling Qing Zhu, and your eighth master's wife Ying Huan Huan," Lin Guo Hai introduced with a smile. "I have only taken you as my disciple now."

"Master, the senior mistresses..." Lin Dong paused, his gaze shifting between the four women. "Where are the first four mistresses?"

"They're not in Qingyang City." Zhong Guohong smiled warmly. "I'll introduce them to you one by one when they arrive."

"Master, I have cultivated the Qiankun Body Tempering Technique to the ninth level." Lin Dong's voice rang out.

"Ten to eighteen levels, take it." Zhong Guohong casually tossed out a book, the edges of the pages still carrying the lingering scent of ink.

"My father invites you to a banquet!" Lin Dong caught it, his face beaming with joy.

"Okay." Zhong Guohong nodded and led the four women to the Lin family.

Lin Xiao was already waiting at the courtyard gate. Upon seeing the person, he stepped forward and called out loudly, "Master Zhong—"

After the introductions were completed, Chung Kwok-hung took the main seat in the main hall.

After chatting with Lin Xiao for nearly half an hour, servants brought out hot dishes one after another, and the aroma of wine grew stronger.

Throughout the meal, toasts were exchanged and laughter filled the air. When the meal ended and the tea grew cold, everyone rose to take their leave.

"Dong'er, has your master taught you a new technique?" Lin Xiao asked after the person had walked away.

Lin Dong took out the book from his pocket. The pages were flat and the handwriting was clear: "Qiankun Tempering Body Technique, starting from the tenth level".

"After the nine layers, there are actually nine more layers?" Lin Xiao's fingertips traced the cover, his expression slightly shaken.

"This technique was created by my master himself." Lin Dong's voice tightened. "He said that the entire technique has eighty-one levels; when mastered to its peak, it can shake a Nirvana Realm expert."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a surge of hot blood rushing through his chest, and his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

"Practice hard." Lin Xiao only said these four words, but patted his son's shoulder heavily.

"Yes." Lin Dong straightened his back and answered loudly.

"Don't go to the family competition this year." Lin Xiao's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable weight.

"Okay," Lin Dong replied, his voice steady.

Back at their residence, Zhong Guohong activated the space-time teleportation disk, and together with Ling Qingzhu and the others, stepped into the Dou Qi Continent.