Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Mr. Lin, may I ask... do you have an eye on your back?"

Lin Quan shook his head: "No."

The Curse of the Ghost Cave? He had long ago grasped the essence of the curse. His mastery of the laws at the Divine Venerable Realm was far beyond the reach of a mere lingering serpent god. That serpent hadn't even touched the threshold of the Golden Immortal Realm; its venom was less than dust to him.

"Are you sure?" Yang Xueli didn't believe it. "I asked Lao Hu and Fatty, and they both have growths on their backs."

"Are you talking about the curse of the Ghost Cave?" Lin Quan asked.

"Does Mr. Lin know?" Yang Xueli didn't answer, but simply threw the question back at him.

"I've heard a little about it. The tomb raiding profession is divided into four schools and nine sects... Mountain Moving Taoists, Tomb Raiders, Tomb Raiders, and Tomb Unloading Warriors... In the early years, that Mountain Moving Taoist, Partridge Whistle, was quite a legend." Lin Quan's tone was flat, as if he were reading a page of an old file.

"May I ask which school of thought Mr. Lin studied under?"

"Tianji Sect".

"Aren't you a tomb raider?" She raised an eyebrow slightly.

"No." He shook his head, decisively.

"It's getting late, shall we grab a bite to eat?" Yang Xueli glanced down at her watch.

She poured the wine, and it was a generous amount. He neither refused nor stopped her.

When they returned to the courtyard house, their steps were unsteady, and the lights weren't all on. She stood still in the entrance hall, so he didn't stop either.

When I woke up, it was just dawn; my mind was heavy, and my body felt light.

"Nascent Soul stage?"

One of them, Yang Xueli, was pressed down on his left shoulder, and another was pressed down on his right shoulder.

A quick scan with his divine sense revealed that the one on the right, with slightly cool breathing and a very faint pulse, was none other than the Queen of Jingjue.

Cursed by the Serpent God, she was destined to live past forty. She only managed to survive until now by faking her death and sealing her soul with the Kunlun Divine Tree.

Once the Yin energy is completely refined, one's cultivation level breaks through to a new realm.

"Shouldn't she be sleeping in an ancient tomb? Why is she lying in my bed?"

"I drank too much last night...it seems...with her..."

"What happened in the illusion isn't real. She didn't rise from the dead, and she's not a zombie."

He rubbed his temples and reached out to try it.

"You've got some nerve." The Queen of Jingjue opened her eyes, her voice cold and steady.

"I've always been bolder than you've heard," he grinned.

I changed my morning exercise location from the yard to the roof. After a few rounds, my muscles and bones felt completely relaxed, and I took a nap.

To break the curse of the Ghost Cave, the group sets off for the tomb of King Xian. The Queen of Jingjue accompanies them, claiming to be Yang Xueying's long-lost twin sister.

Lin Quan was too lazy to take a detour... He skipped the Insect Valley and the Weasel Grave, heading straight for the Tomb of King Xian.

The Muchen Pearl is right there, also known as the Phoenix Gallbladder or the Eye of the Serpent God.

"Brother Quan, how did you determine that the bead was in the tomb of the King of Xian?" Hu Bayi asked.

"The skills of the Tianji Sect in making a living," he replied casually.

After several days, the five of them finally reached the top of the tomb of the King Xian.

"Brother Quan, the entrance is now yours."

He closed his eyes and opened them again, a golden light flashed in his pupils, and a narrow crack appeared in the stone wall.

The tomb was full of traps and mechanisms, which he dismantled quickly and walked steadily.

With the Muchen Pearl in hand, the curse is dispelled.

"This thing is useful." With a thought, the treasure bowl glowed, and an identical one appeared.

The heavy, sluggish feeling on Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan, Yang Xueli, and the Queen of Jingjue's shoulders was completely gone.

After returning to Beijing, life was simple: during the day, he would practice the Yin-Yang True Scripture with the two Yang Xuelis in turn, and at night he would treat Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan to a meal.

He replicated several batches of Qi and Blood Crystals and Soul Crystals, solidifying his cultivation. With a single teleportation, he entered the depths of the Ghost Cave.

"Snakes have eyes, and gods can make the illusory real."

The remnant soul of the Serpent God vanished, leaving behind a dark blue bead rolling on the ground... the Serpent God's Eye.

I picked up a few artifacts and some fragments of bamboo slips.

"The demonic cultivation techniques can reach the Great Ascension stage."

"In his previous life, the Serpent God was a Nine Tribulations Scattered Demon."

In the realm of stellar transformations, all wandering immortals, wandering demons, and wandering monsters undergo twelve tribulations. A wandering demon who has undergone nine tribulations possesses combat power equivalent to a sixth-tier celestial immortal.

After returning to Beijing and making some plans, he took the Queen of Jingjue and Yang Xueli and headed south to Hong Kong.

This world is too complicated... movies, TV series, and comics have long been intertwined.

The Kunlun Divine Tree has been backed up, and the Queen of Jingjue is now Yang Xueying; he also has two Muchen Pearls.

I've never liked digging up graves, but Hong Kong is actually quite pleasing to the eye.

"We have to see the God of Gamblers, the Saint of Gamblers, and the Knight of Gamblers with our own eyes."

"There might really be a Conan in Japan."

The car arrived in Guangzhou, and the boat took us to Hong Kong.

Money paves the way, ID cards are readily available. Sell diamonds for cash, buy villas and cars.

Yang Xueli stayed at home and taught Yang Xueying how to use a mobile phone, recognize traffic lights, and watch the news.

Lin Quan drove out for a drive along the street.

"The timeline is messed up quite naturally... It was shown in a movie, aired in a TV series, and even came out as a comic book."

Just then, they saw Ho Ting-pong chasing someone, and finding him in the way, they intercepted the fleeing Hong Kong student.

Go home and practice the "Yin-Yang True Scripture" once, and the next day you'll have Hong Kong student's Hong Kong residency sorted out. The community is efficient; add a little money, get a stamp, and it's no trouble at all.

"From today onwards, your name is Wang Xian." He handed over his ID card.

"Thank you, Brother Quan!" Gang Sheng clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

After that, he would drive out every day, casually clear out a few black spots, and bring a few girls back with him.

The neighboring villas have been successively hanging up nameplates with the character "林" (Lin) on them.

One day, I boarded the Fugui Maru ship, purely as a guest to watch a play.

When they disembarked, Nakamura Keika held one arm and Yako held the other.

This world is too chaotic... Stephen Chow arresting Stephen Chow, Chow Yun-fat interrogating Chow Yun-fat, it's a common sight.

People who look exactly alike are a dime a dozen on the street.

Little Ma is being chased by Ho Ting-pong, while Ho Ting-pong himself is mistaken for Little Ma.

Suddenly inspired, Lin Quan found himself standing on a street in Japan.

Murder cases seem to occur almost daily around Conan.

He stayed in Japan for more than two months, during which he found, subdued, and took away Vermouth, Yukiko Kudo, and Ai Haibara one after another.

"Ultraman is fighting monsters again."

Lin Quan spread his divine sense, his gaze always following the silver figure.

Ultraman flies extremely fast, but his punches, kicks, and beam attacks are abnormally slow.

"If I were Ultraman, I'd grab a long sword and charge straight in... rushing into the monster's belly at light speed, who could withstand that?"

A few days later, he took more than 20 Japanese women and boarded a commercial airliner, landing at Hong Kong Airport.

After returning to Hong Kong, he often went out for a stroll, and each time he came back, he was followed by new faces.

Occasionally, he would wear a Taoist robe when he went out, and if he encountered any troublesome demons, ghosts, or zombies, he would take care of them.

Under his guidance, Yang Xueli, Yang Xueying, and the others steadily improved their cultivation levels, advancing one level per year.

Days passed by, and a few years flew by in the blink of an eye.

Ultraman has never appeared again... It's unclear whether the monsters have all died out or the giant himself has disappeared.

After Conan was trampled by a runaway giant beast, the flow of time in Japan stabilized again.

"Master Lin, I would like to request a protective amulet."

Three million.

"The check is here."

"Master Lin, I've recently developed a new property development. Could you please take a look at the feng shui?"

Five million.

Nowadays in Hong Kong, if you mention Master Lin, his talismans start at three million, and a house viewing starts at five million, with no one haggling over the price.

His AI program, "Xiaobai," is rock-solid in the stock market, making a fortune every day.

A few years ago, he bought a thousand acres of land and built Linjiazhuang.