Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I brought enough dry rations to last for several days. You guys aren't worried, so why should I be?" Lin Quan pulled out a braised pig's trotter and a can of ice-cold beer from his backpack, twisted them open, and started gnawing on them with a crunching sound.

The nine dragons pulling the coffin soared into the sky once more, tearing through the star trails and heading straight for the Big Dipper.

Several hours later, the giant coffin crashed to the ground, plunging deep into the desolate forbidden land, causing rocks to tumble down and dust to rise everywhere.

Lin Quan slung his old bag over his shoulder, picked up the gleaming wooden knife, and walked away.

As the wind blew, Ye Fan and Pang Bo took a deep breath, their tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

Starving and thirsty, the two immediately split up and searched for something to eat among the bushes and crevices in the rocks.

Lin Quan walked around, picked a few handfuls of green and red wild fruits, and casually plucked a few sturdy plants with thick stems and leaves, stuffing them into his bag.

"The protagonist is the protagonist; he'll find a way to survive as soon as he lands."

He glanced at Ye Fan and Pang Bo's retreating figures, a slight thought stirring within him.

"When you think about it, I'm much luckier than him... Without that kind of luck, the treasure bowl would have belonged to someone else long ago."

He concealed his form, traversed the realms of the Big Dipper, and absorbed starlight, earth veins, dragon energy, and the yin energy of ancient tombs... He spared no effort wherever there was energy fluctuation.

He teleported back to the forbidden area, chose a valley with gentle slopes and clear water veins, and spent three days refining a celestial abode. It was as smooth as jade, contained nine layers of heavenly secrets, and its grade reached the pinnacle of celestial artifacts.

After several days of seclusion, the power of chaos first boiled, then the blood and qi surged, and finally the spirit and soul condensed... all three broke free of their shackles.

"The 91st level of the Dragon Elephant Undying Technique. The physical body withstands a low-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure without injury."

He already possessed a profound and innate chaotic nature, and through repeated tempering by the Big Dipper and the heavens and earth, his vital energy penetrated into his bones, and his skin began to glow.

With the energy flowing through his entire body, his attack techniques instantly leaped to new heights.

Relying solely on the energy of the Shrouding Heaven Realm itself, even with the remaining power of the ancestral altar of the Heavenly Court, the body could at most be forged to the peak of a celestial artifact.

But he has a treasure bowl.

It can replicate the Primordial Purple Qi of Stellar Transformation, the Primordial Universe Source of Devouring the Stars, the Origin of the Strange Fire in Battle Through the Heavens... and even those unnamed energy flows in the world of American variety shows.

"My body is made of iron, but practicing qi cultivation, spirit refinement, and enlightenment has actually held me back."

He cleared his mind of distractions and sat in quiet contemplation.

He casually set up a time barrier, and secret techniques of various races in the Big Dipper, ancient scriptures, star map deductions... flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

A peak-level Divine Venerable's divine sense swept across the Milky Way, passing over thousands of stars in a single thought, automatically categorizing, dissecting, and verifying all kinds of methods.

He traversed the sea of ​​stars with the Void Step, undisturbed by a speck of dust or a spirit, focusing solely on offensive techniques and seizing no opportunities.

Returning to the Immortal Abode, he activated the barrier and fused ancient techniques into the Dragon Elephant Undying Technique, the Chaos Devouring Technique, and the Heart Sutra of Time.

"The Dragon Elephant Imperishable Technique has been advanced to the ninety-fourth level."

Copying, refining, feeding back... the attack method climbs like vines, reaching higher and higher.

"Going any higher is difficult. Due to the limitations of the rules of this realm, without external support, even the slightest progress is like climbing to heaven."

If it weren't for his cross-realm accumulation and the Treasure Basin as a foundation, his physical body in the Shrouding the Heavens Realm would only ever be fit to remain at the limit of a Celestial Artifact.

"Others find it difficult to become immortals, but I'm stuck on the hurdle of becoming a saint."

"His physical body can suppress a saint, but his laws are trapped at the peak of a god, remaining completely unmoved."

After storing the immortal abode in his lower dantian, Lin Quan drew his sword and left the valley.

The ultimate weapons worshipped by the major sects and families of Beidou are roughly equivalent in power to top-grade spiritual artifacts.

However, there are vast differences between spiritual artifacts... The Xuanming Iron Mother Forged Blade, which is used to refine immortal artifacts, is far superior to ordinary artifacts of the same level, even if it is just a spiritual artifact embryo.

The same knife, which is just an ornament in the hands of a young man, becomes a spatial rift in the hands of an old ancestor with a single stroke.

The Heavenly Dao of this realm suppresses height, but indulges breadth.

When the Great Emperor takes action, he can rival a Mahayana cultivator; when a mortal immortal descends upon the world, he dares to clash head-on with a ninth-tier celestial immortal.

Many things seem complicated, but they can be broken down into nothing more than a thin layer of paper.

For example, Shang Yunxiang, a master of Chinese martial arts, only practiced Ming Jin (manifested strength) his whole life. He could shatter mountains with a single punch, and even Hua Jin (transformation strength) masters would crumble upon close combat.

Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, Gang Jin—in essence, they are all just ways of using Jin (internal strength), representing different levels, not a measure of combat power.

Level determines direction, combat effectiveness depends on the person.

Two ordinary people standing together: one can't even lift a wall, and the other can overturn an ox with his bare hands.

Those with deep roots, extensive experience, and ruthless killing skills are capable of killing people above their social standing—this is not just a legend.

A soldier who survived for ten years under ten times gravity, suddenly found himself back on Earth, and even wanted to jump off a building.

Half a month later, on the edge of the wasteland, he saw Ye Fan squatting on a sand dune, scraping a piece of black-scaled beast's rib with a dagger.

"Mr. Lin? You're still alive?" Ye Fan looked up abruptly, his eyes wide open.

"Even if you die, I'll still be gnawing on pig's trotters." Lin Quan smiled and chewed up the last piece of tendon before swallowing it.

"When I left the forbidden area a while ago, I looked for you, but I couldn't find you. I thought..." Ye Fan paused, his voice lowering, "I'm sorry."

"Are you alone?" Lin Quan asked.

"Sigh, I've obtained the Ancient Sacred Body, but no one is willing to take me in." Ye Fan picked up a drop of oil with the tip of his dagger and sighed, "I don't even know where the sect is."

"Is the Holy Body so rare?" Lin Quan tilted his head.

Divine Body and Holy Body are merely talent cards with a higher starting point... They determine the upper limit, but not the process.

Of course, there will always be someone who flips the table and ruins the game.

"Everyone says this is the strongest physique in the Big Dipper." Ye Fan stuck the dagger into the sand and looked up at him.

"I do know a method that can allow an ordinary person to surpass a holy body from the start," Lin Quan suddenly said.

"Which door?" Ye Fan immediately sat up straight.

"The Nine Tribulations Secret Manual." Lin Quan gazed at the churning sandstorm in the distance, his tone calm. "Want to learn it? If you do, I can teach it to you right now."

"Can I learn it?" Ye Fan stared at him without blinking.

Chapter 32

"The greater your potential, the further you will go in the future. You possess the Ancient Sacred Body and cultivate the Nine Tribulations Secret Scripture. As long as your source energy continues, ascending to the Immortal Path is not an illusion," Lin Quan said, his tone calm and composed.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin." Ye Fan nodded in agreement without further hesitation.

He found a secluded courtyard to settle down. Lin Quan personally taught him the Nine Tribulations Secret Manual every day, breaking it down word by word, and also passed on the complete Book of Origin to him, without keeping it hidden or concealing it.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fan's Nine Tribulations Secret Manual has reached its peak.

"Seven hundred and sixty-eight times the strength of the Ancient Sacred Body... Unprecedented in the entire Shrouding Heaven Realm."

Over the past three years, Lin Quan has also taught him martial arts: Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Bajiquan, guiding him through each move personally. Now, Ye Fan's visible strength is as strong as steel, his hidden strength as serpentine, and his transformative strength as fluid as water; he has mastered all three levels of power.

"Parting is inevitable, but we'll meet again." Lin Quan handed over a wooden knife. "This is for you; you can bind it to me with your blood."

Before the words were even finished, the person had vanished without a trace, leaving only a gentle breeze brushing past the doorway.

Ye Fan gripped the knife in his hand, feeling its steady and fitting nature. He then slashed at the green rock beside the steps... Before the blade even touched it, the stone surface had already split in two.

He then remembered the instructions, bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the blade and then onto the scabbard.

The wooden sword trembled slightly and then disappeared into the palm of the hand on its own, along with the scabbard.

"It is a living thing, and also a magical artifact." His heart warmed, he suppressed his emotions, packed his bags, and turned to leave.

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