Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Cars, houses, boats, land—everything is there; surrounded by beautiful women, there's no shortage of pleasure.

He had long since wiped out the demons roaming outside; and he had also left no alien visitors from beyond the heavens.

"Of all the worlds in movies, TV series, and comics, only 'Covering the Sky' hasn't materialized yet."

"When the Great Zhou Heavenly Secret Manual was deduced to the 1296th level, the final level, I only grasped a little bit of the key points."

Theoretically, each level of this secret manual increases one's life potential a hundredfold. However, at this level, only about one-third of the increase was actually achieved... a mere thirty times.

Without a solid foundation, even the strongest law cannot be implemented.

A quick calculation suggests that the appearance of the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin will occur in a little over ten years.

He shrugged and walked towards the swimming pool outside the villa.

The entire manor was enveloped by a formation: those inside could see out, but those outside could not see in.

Five hundred humanoid intelligent agents each performed their duties... guarding, cooking, cleaning, all silently.

The resort has more than 300 women from all over the world, with different skin colors and accents, but all with bright eyes.

"A man who isn't romantic in his youth has wasted his youth; a man who isn't romantic is simply poor."

After several days of secluded cultivation, he sat cross-legged on the rooftop, gazing up at the stars, trying to comprehend the laws one by one.

There are only three things he truly cares about: his closest relatives and friends, his power, and beautiful women.

In this illusory world, the goal is clear... to attain enlightenment and recruit people.

If he finds a treasure that suits his taste, he will make a copy using his treasure bowl.

In the future, upon returning to the real universe, relying on the Treasure Bowl's ability to turn the virtual into reality, all those backups will be able to come to fruition.

He frowned slightly, got up and left the villa, walking alone into the street.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out as five or four armed robbers rushed toward the bank entrance.

Lin Quan raised his hand and flicked it, sending more than a dozen coins flying from his fingertips so fast that they were just afterimages.

The robbers fell to the ground one after another, before they could even react.

Nearby police officers immediately surrounded the man, handcuffed him, searched him, and called for backup, all in a swift and efficient manner.

He muttered to himself, "I came quietly, and I will leave quietly... I wave my sleeve and leave behind a dozen or so coins."

"The coin had fingerprints on it; even though it was meant to save lives, it caused trouble instead."

With a sweep of his divine sense, all the fingerprints vanished instantly.

He looked up and caught a glimpse of a young man wearing glasses standing not far away, looking down at the tips of his shoes.

There are too many people in Hong Kong called "Master Xing": the fifth brother who plays football, Huang Shih-hu in "The King of Gamblers", Yin Tin-chou in "King of Comedy", Ho Kam-yin in "King of Destruction", and Chow Sing-sing in "Fight Back to School"...

Uncle Da, Stephen Chow, Chow Yun-fat, and Andy Lau – groups of people with the same name and appearance are so numerous that they can't be distinguished from one another when they stand together.

When the divine sense swept over, it could only see similar brainwave frequencies and life trajectories.

If you really want to confirm who it is, just flip through your memory and you'll know in a second.

……

"Mark, don't move!" Ho Ting-pong pressed the muzzle of his gun firmly against the back of the other man's neck.

"Officer, you've got the wrong person. I'm Ko Chun." Little Ma stood ramrod straight, his tone serious.

"Gao Jin?" He Dingbang narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, I'm looking for Lung Wu. Could you help me ask where he is?" Little Ma handed over his passport, his eyes sincere.

Money makes things easier; the documents were already prepared.

His build, facial features, and height were almost identical to Gao Jin's, and the photo and name on his Canadian passport matched perfectly.

He Dingbang stared for two seconds, then put away his gun: "I have other things to do. Find someone else yourself."

As soon as the figure disappeared, Brother Ma immediately dialed the police.

The police quickly surrounded He Dingbang.

Stephen Chow said, "Mark, put your hands up. You are suspected of assaulting a police officer and are now under arrest."

"I am He Dingbang," He Dingbang said.

"Someone has identified you as the one who murdered Officer He." Zhou Xingxing stared at him.

He Dingbang pulled out his identification from his pocket and handed it over: "This is my police officer's ID."

Zhou Xingxing dialed the police chief's number to verify his identity. After hearing the reply, he put away the handcuffs, nodded, and said, "Sorry, I made a mistake."

At the same time, at another street corner, Little Ma was mistaken for Go Fei and detained.

He had just impersonated Ko Chun, so he was very familiar with the role. Since being wanted by the police, he had thoroughly figured out Ko Chun's mannerisms, habits, and speech rhythm. His height, face shape, and eyebrow contours were almost identical... He could play any role convincingly, even Ko Fei himself had difficulty distinguishing him from the real Ko Chun.

Gao Jin has been living overseas for many years, and people like Gao Fei and Xiao Ma have long regarded his identity as a backup key.

Last time, they used Gao Jin's name to get Long Wu to get rid of Tan Cheng, and that's exactly what they did.

Shaking off distractions, Little Ma raised his miniature camera and aimed it at sports star Linda.

Linda's figure, facial features, and posture are exactly the same as Song Zihao's.

Brother Hao is a wanted criminal and needs a new identity to cover his tracks.

A few days later, Linda's ID card was handed to Song Zihao.

"You're back." Song Zihao took the card and smiled.

"Brother Hao, here you go." Little Ma handed it over.

"Now I don't have to avoid the police anymore," Song Zihao breathed a sigh of relief.

……

With nothing else to do, Lin Quan took out a batch of refining materials.

The Chaos True Fire ignited, turning the materials into a crimson stream; divine sense swept over it, cleansing away all impurities.

"The radiance of the sun, moon, and stars is drawn into the furnace and condensed into Wood Essence Liquid and Life-Giving Liquid."

Runes were engraved into the embryo, and arrays were embedded into the core layer by layer.

At the moment of completion, the heavens were silent, without a single thunderclap.

Lin Quan paused, realizing that a celestial artifact of this caliber did not attract heavenly tribulation... This world has no Heavenly Dao.

After the blood oath was performed, he named the gourd: Qiankun Gourd.

An invisible force continued to flow in, instantly transforming into an emerald green liquid that slowly circulated within the gourd's belly.

He took a drop and applied it to the potted plant.

The sapling, which was half a meter tall, sprouted branches and leaves, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to ten meters tall, with thick branches and glossy leaves.

"Even faster than the Heavenly Bottle in 'A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality'."

With a change of heart, he began to practice other things.

"The Time-Space Bracelet... the flow of time inside is such that one day outside is equivalent to ten thousand years inside."

"Put the wine in for sixty seconds, and it comes out as a seven-year aged wine. It's perfect for making fake antiques."

He flipped through several art books by foreign artists and copied their styles.

Insert the bracelet at the precise moment, then remove it.

The image quality, the signs of aging in the brushstrokes, and the degree of pigment oxidation all match perfectly. All that's missing is a signature and the original frame.

He took these "old paintings" to auction houses abroad one after another.

The number of works by that painter, who has long since passed away, has increased year by year, and the prices have risen accordingly.

After several rounds, his account had accumulated tens of billions of US dollars. Lin Quan returned to Hong Kong with the money.

On the way back to Beijing, he gave Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan each a large sum of money.

He donated another large sum, leaving him with several hundred million, and then quietly flew back to Hong Kong.

Days passed by, and more than a decade went by in the blink of an eye.

"Nine dragons pulling the coffin...it's finally here."

He looked up and saw nine giant dragons dragging a black coffin through the depths of the starry sea, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

With a backpack on his back, he flashed by and was already standing at the foot of Mount Tai.

He blended in with the tourists, keeping a low profile, waiting for Ye Fan and the others to come up the mountain.

"It's really rare to see 29 people gather for a class reunion."

Looking at Ye Fan, Wang Ziwen and their group, Lin Quan understood.

Class reunions aren't about rekindling friendships; they're about testing the waters of reality.