Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The fist's force carried the power of laws, the sharpness of the soul, the keenness of qi, and the violence of chaos; wherever it passed, everything turned to dust.

The barrier trembled violently and hummed incessantly, yet it did not crack in the slightest.

"My strength is insufficient. To break through this barrier, I must exert even greater effort."

He activated his spatial teleportation technique and instantly found himself inside the cabin of the Xuyang.

After resting for a few days, he immediately immersed himself in deducing the sequel to "The Undying Dragon Elephant Technique".

The physical body is the foundation; the stronger the foundation, the more steadily the chaotic power, the soul power, and the vital energy can be supported, suppressed, and controlled.

After more than a century of dedicated study and research, he finally expanded the "Dragon Elephant Indestructible Technique" to its eighty-first level.

"The Chaos Devouring Technique has refined all kinds of energy from the Great Thousand, Middle Thousand, Lesser Thousand, and Heavenly Origin Realm... and has devoured all kinds of strange flames. The power of chaos is now incomparable to what it used to be."

He continuously absorbed the solid energy replicated by the treasure basin, and his body refinement level improved by leaps and bounds each day.

"Dragon Elephant Undying Technique, eighty-first level peak."

Then, the treasure basin was used to replicate the solidified chaotic power, qi, and soul power—in an instant, essence, qi, and spirit all reached their limits.

Although his cultivation level is stuck at the peak of God King and has not yet entered the early stage of God Emperor, Zhong Guohong's combat power is already far greater than before.

He fused the cultivation techniques of the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, the Small Thousand World, and the Heavenly Origin Realm into one, repeatedly deduced and cultivated them to the ultimate level of the God King Realm.

He is now equivalent to the combined power of the three most powerful god-kings in the universe.

He made a spatial hand seal, and in a flash, he stood once again on the edge of the universe.

With a powerful punch, he unleashed all his strength—the barrier shattered, leaving a gaping hole ten feet square.

"The barrier has broken. Whether it's real or not, we'll find out once we go out."

Seeing the crack rapidly closing, Zhong Guohong stepped into it without hesitation.

……

A sharp, knife-like pain assaulted him. Lin Quan opened his eyes and froze on the spot.

"I am Lin Quan. What I just said was all fake."

He subconsciously touched the bump on his forehead and looked around—the old-fashioned apartment building corridor, the peeling green iron gate, the stairwell corner with its crumbling walls—all were painfully familiar.

"If it was all a dream, how come this bag is still here?"

"No... I really was hit by something just now!"

Hearing people whispering and laughing around him, Lin Quan hurriedly pushed himself up and walked away with his head down.

"Late-stage lung cancer?"

"Kidney deficiency?"

"Are they... really sick?"

Several passersby on the roadside, their bodies frail and their faces sallow, spontaneously brought to mind his own ailments.

He quietly pinched his arm and pressed his chest. His heartbeat was steady, and his limbs were normal. He was just an ordinary young man.

"So, everything after obtaining the treasure bowl was just an illusion?"

"Countless eras have passed in the illusion, but only a blink of an eye has passed in reality?"

Did I actually pick up that basin or not?

"It can create illusory worlds? So one has to reach the first-tier Celestial Immortal level to turn the illusory into the real?"

"In the instant before I was knocked unconscious, the courtyard houses, the swallowing of the starry sky that flashed through my mind... were not gibberish."

"He brought everything he learned from Huanxue. This time, he might be about to turn things around."

He took out his old phone from his pocket and opened the payment app to check his balance one by one.

"5,300 yuan left in my bank card, 620 yuan in WeChat, and 380 yuan in Alipay."

"My monthly salary is 8,400, rent is 2,000, and I have to send 2,000 back to my hometown. I'm so tight on money."

Memories from this lifetime surged up like a tidal wave, and Lin Quan rubbed his temples, his head throbbing.

If I can't earn any money this year, I'll have to pack my bags and go back to the county town. The blind dates are scheduled so tightly, it's like a market day; just thinking about it makes me breathless.

"As long as the money comes in, everything else is negotiable."

"Without a medical license, you can't be a miracle doctor; no matter how miraculous a miracle doctor is, they still need a license first."

……

Lin Quan walked through the gate of Feiyang Machinery Factory and turned into the large office, familiar with the layout.

Li Xiong, the 45-year-old quality control supervisor, is thinning hair and checking reports on the computer.

Looking up and seeing it was him, he frowned and asked, "Why aren't you in the workshop supervising the production line? What are you doing here?"

"Old Li, I'm resigning." Lin Quan said bluntly.

Li Xiong paused for two seconds before speaking: "Why do you suddenly not want to work here anymore? Our factory's wages are among the best in the industry. All I do every day is look at parts and mark labels. I don't move iron or carry steel..."

Haizhou is a major city in China, but the local minimum wage is only 2,600 yuan.

The factory has three days off per month. The base salary plus overtime pay totals 6,400 yuan. Then there are full attendance bonus, performance bonus, night shift allowance, housing allowance, seniority allowance, position allowance... After deducting the five social insurances and one housing fund, the actual monthly pay is a little over 8,000 yuan.

"Old Li, I'm twenty-seven." Lin Quan's voice wasn't loud, but it was deep. "If you don't move soon, you won't be able to get married, let alone buy a house."

"I've worked in the factory for nineteen and a half years, and I still haven't gotten a house." Li Xiong sighed, paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "Are you really sure?"

"I've thought it through." Lin Quan nodded.

"He can't leave today. I'll call someone over right away. You take care of him for the day, and he doesn't need to come starting tomorrow, okay?" Li Xiong said.

According to regulations, you must submit your resignation application 30 days in advance.

But if the relationship is right, the direct supervisor will give the go-ahead, and you can complete the formalities and leave on the same day; the factory never holds anyone back.

"Okay," Lin Quan replied readily.

"Let's have a couple of drinks on the day we switch classes," Li Xiong said with a smile, patting Lin Quan's arm.

"Okay, it's a deal." Lin Quan nodded readily.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do?" Li Xiong asked.

"I sell cold noodles," Lin Quan answered readily.

"You can make cold noodles?" Li Xiong raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Last month's salary, after deducting rent and food, left me with hardly any money," Lin Quan said with a wry smile. If working in a factory could really make him successful, he would have given up the idea long ago.

After working at Feiyang Machinery Factory for several years, I built up a team of colleagues under my command.

When you're off work, get together for a hot meal, a couple of drinks, and some steak—without worrying about money, life is actually quite relaxing.

Writing songs is too flashy; being a doctor requires a license; plagiarism takes too long, and the payment is slow...

After careful consideration, cold noodles are still the most practical option; they're easy to make and quick to recoup the investment.

Lin Quan knew exactly what to do: first, save money; second, buy a car and a house; and third, practice his skills and find someone who cared for him.

It would probably take many years to save enough money for a house and a car by working during the day and setting up a stall at night.

So he made up his mind: sell noodles from a cart at night and collect money in his rented room during the day—a safe and quiet way to do things.

It is now 2025. He has lived in the Marvel universe for almost five thousand years.

The Marvel universe after 2025 is something they can copy as much as they want; nobody can stop them.

But reality isn't a movie, and kung fu isn't something you can learn just by shouting a few words.

He's 27, his bones are already set, and even just stretching his legs makes him wince in pain.

After leaving the office, Lin Quan returned to the workshop and temporarily took over the work of the quality inspector.

Clutching a micrometer, he would occasionally measure the dimensions of the parts.

More than half an hour later, Ma Tao, the head of the first quality inspection team, led a girl in her early twenties over.

"Brother Tao," Lin Quan called out.