Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After talking for thirty-eight minutes, signing the contract, turning around and leaving, the car keys clicked, and I was gone.

On his way home from get off work, he paused for a moment as he passed the ginkgo tree downstairs.

The leaves are turning yellow, and the wind is blowing silently.

He suddenly stopped.

...All things in heaven and earth follow the order of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements.

...On the surface, the world appears desolate, and spiritual energy is hard to find.

...In fact, it exists everywhere, but it is mixed in with form and substance and has not been recognized.

...The mud and rocks contain the thickest earthy energy, mixed with the remaining essence of metal and water;

...The essence of grass and trees is the purest, wrapped in fire and gentle breeze.

He had already comprehended the Three Thousand Laws to the peak of the God-Emperor realm.

In the cultivation world, spiritual energy is mainly divided into eight categories: Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Wind and Thunder.

And between heaven and earth, there is still much more unnamed energy lying dormant within ordinary things.

"If we use the five elements' generating and restraining relationships as a guide, and imitate the methods of chemical purification..."

On a whim, he took out his phone and placed an order: high-purity zinc oxide, silicon nitride crucibles, temperature-controlled vacuum drying oven, rare earth catalyst mother liquor...

The order is submitted, and the screen goes dark.

As he left the residential area, he collected a batch of basic materials for his experiments.

A few days later, the reagents, containers, and supporting equipment ordered online were delivered to the community's access control system.

Lin Quan calmed himself down, put on gloves, and began to operate.

"Fire elemental energy, complete."

"The concentration of wood elemental energy is low, but it is undoubtedly wood elemental energy."

……

"Artificial spiritual energy? Synthetic spiritual energy?"

"If enough raw materials are added and experiments are conducted frequently, the total amount of spiritual energy circulating in the world will continue to increase."

"If we continue to refine this newly generated spiritual energy, the planet itself will gradually collapse and eventually disappear."

He was startled, but did not entertain the slightest thought of absorbing or refining it.

This is ultimately an illusory world... Aside from experiencing all sorts of real people, all he can take away are reusable knowledge and practical technologies.

"Xiao Yan's absorption technique has become quite proficient, and his spiritual energy synthesis is producing a stable output. It's time for him to retire and live a more practical life."

He glanced at his mobile banking balance, tapped his finger, and transferred 300 million yuan into the charity foundation's account.

"I have over ten million in pocket money, enough to get by for a while; I still have a little over 12 billion in stock holdings."

He straightened his back, looked up at the four people in the living room who were reading or practicing martial arts, smiled, and walked towards them.

He had just closed the last chapter of the Yin-Yang True Scripture when his meridians felt slightly warm and his breathing became long and deep. He leaned back on the sofa and started scrolling through short videos.

"A bug taking on an overseas boxer? Master Ma collapses in three seconds?"

With a slip of the hand, the Weibo post was published: "Lin Quan challenges Megan Hall to a match, with a bet of ten million Chinese yuan."

Years ago, while on missions in the border regions, he witnessed firsthand how veteran martial arts masters could break steel with their bare hands and scale cliffs with heavy loads. Now, being treated like a circus act, he remains silent, but his hands will not stop.

The comment section exploded instantly:

"Has Dr. Lin's brain been damaged by a fever?"

"The hands that save lives are now used to strike?"

"Wow, they really dare to bet ten million! Where do they get the confidence?"

"With royalties from medical books and distribution rights for leukemia treatment, his net worth has long exceeded one billion."

On the other side of the ocean, Megan Hall finished scanning the messages and immediately dialed her agent's number.

Two weeks later, at a stadium in a certain city.

"Dr. Lin, just admit defeat, don't push yourself too hard," several Chinese spectators whispered to him from the sidelines.

"Traditional martial arts are not a performance, much less a joke." Lin Quan's voice was not loud, but each word was clear.

"Please bring both players onto the field!" the referee shouted, raising his arm.

Lin Quan stepped forward, his steps steady and unwavering.

"Go, Director Lin!" Xiao Yan, Jiang Xiaoqi, and the others shouted in unison from the stands.

Megan Halles leaped onto the ring, slashed her neck with her right hand, and grinned.

"If you can stand still, I'll turn around and leave." Lin Quan stood still, looking straight ahead.

The referee confirmed there were no objections and lowered his arm, declaring, "Begin!"

Megan lunged forward, her right fist flying out with a gust of wind.

Someone in the audience clenched their fist: "I hope it doesn't look too bad..."

Some people shook their heads: "Why would a perfectly good doctor have to go on stage and get beaten up?"

Lin Quan stepped his left foot back half an inch, and his right fist shot straight out from under his ribs without dodging, twisting, or shaking.

Megan fell backward with a thud, her head hitting the table with a dull thud, and she didn't move again.

The referee stood frozen in place with his mouth agape. It took him two seconds to react before he bent down to check the referee's breathing and then began counting down.

After the ten announcements were made, the person was still drowsy.

"0.87 seconds. Win ten million." He finished reading into the microphone, his voice still a little dry.

Lin Quan knocked out the world boxing champion with one punch, and according to the pre-match agreement, he received ten million Chinese yuan.

Earning ten million in less than a second... This is not capital turnover, nor is it traffic monetization; it's a purely physical result.

It's news when a listed company's stock price rises by five points in a single day, and that's the potential energy that countless people have accumulated day and night.

The world's richest man's net worth increases by less than seven million per second.

Lin Quan didn't even glance at the transfer page before casually clicking "Donate in Full".

Over the next forty-one days, he fought a total of thirteen matches. His opponents included boxing champions, Sanda champions, Muay Thai gold belt holders, and inheritors of ancient martial arts... all of whom he knocked down with a single punch.

Ten million per game, totaling 130 million.

The bonus required taxes, procedures, and contracts. He found it too troublesome and simply donated it all.

With the Spring Festival approaching, Xiao Yan, Zhang Leng, and Sun Meng returned to their hometowns one after another.

Jiang Xiaoqi didn't go back; she stayed in the neighborhood to spend the New Year with him.

During the day, they would go shopping, choose movies, and eat street food; in the evening, the two of them would sit together, he would regulate his breathing and guide her through exercises, and she would follow the diagrams to practice her internal energy, combining acupuncture with massage, progressing step by step.

Her constitution became more and more transparent each day, and her meridians gradually flowed like a rushing spring.

"Wu Liang and the others called again to ask where I had my surgery..." Jiang Xiaoqi laughed, leaning against the sofa armrest.

"What was your answer?"

"They say it's from daily morning runs and abs massage."

"You've practiced well." Lin Quan's eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Smooth talker." She threw a cushion at him.

Shortly after the holiday, the three returned to the city one after another.

Hospitals, residential areas, farmers' markets, community clinics... the routes are simple, the rhythm is clear, and life is stable.

One evening after dinner, Lin Quan finished wiping the dishes, sat on the balcony and looked at the night sky for a while, then suddenly put down the wiping cloth.

The illusionary world has no rules to lock spiritual energy and no regulatory mechanism, making it perfect for trial and error; however, innovation in attack methods is stuck at a bottleneck, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough by relying solely on closed-door deduction.

If the whole world were to slowly "come alive"... spiritual energy would be abundant, all meridians would be open, and with systematic training, the innate realm might not be just a legend.

Making it myself is too slow;

Teach others to make it, and you just collect the harvest... much faster.

He had no intention of monopolizing the technology.

Since spiritual energy dissipates naturally once it is generated, it cannot be stopped and there is no need to stop it.

He only needs to set up the spirit-gathering array in advance, and wait for others to burn the "firewood" until it is burning brightly before he comes to "take the fire".

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the living room... Xiao Yan was sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing, his breath was long and even, and his body was slightly sweaty.

Lin Quan picked up his phone, opened Weibo, and typed the following:

[Spiritual energy is not a mystery. Includes basic synthesis paths, safety threshold calculations, common failure cases, and solutions. Verifiable and reproducible.]

release.

In less than 27 minutes, #SyntheticAura# became the number one trending topic.

"Can it really synthesize spiritual energy?"

"Cultivators...so they're not just a legend after all?"

"Could Dr. Lin really be that kind of person?"

"Impossible. If someone truly possessed cultivation, why would they bother trying to master techniques? Wouldn't it be safer to just practice on their own?"