Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The state of no leakage: Every injury, inside and out, to the slightest part of the body can be detected and healed; even if one is over eighty years old, one's physical strength is still at its peak before the end of life.

Refining Spirit Realm: The divine will is steadfast, and although no signs of danger appear, one is already alert.

Laura owns three estates, with the other two managed by a trust company.

She inherited all property ownership and residency rights in the Abingdon area, along with three estates and the Croft Group.

The rental income from Abington alone amounts to hundreds of millions of dollars annually.

Lin Quan had no idea that "being a kept man makes one inferior." Not everyone is qualified to sit comfortably on the Earl's rice bowl.

For three years of high school, he protected her; for the rest of their lives, she supported him.

Those three years were an investment; now it's time to reap the rewards.

After taking Laura upstairs, he changed into his training clothes and strolled to the open space in the courtyard.

The force of the punches pierced the air, creating a series of explosive sounds.

Around noon, Wilson prepared a Chinese meal.

The color, aroma, and taste weren't amazing, but they were more authentic than most Chinese restaurants on the market.

After Laura finished eating with him, she returned to her study and buried herself in ancient books.

Richard spent decades on archaeology, leaving behind a large number of notes and documents at Croft House.

Lin Quan was obsessed with martial arts. After taking a medicinal bath, he turned around and started practicing in the open space.

Wilson quietly wiped the windows and swept the floor, while Bryce adjusted the equipment in the workshop.

Strictly speaking, Lin Quan, who lived in Croft Estate, was not supported by anyone.

The count's food was indeed delicious, but he was a warrior with a stubborn streak.

He still had over eight million in the account, and he often picked out small gifts for her... an antique silver buckle, an old fountain pen, half a box of agarwood.

At the start of the new semester, the two went to the University of London to register together.

Outside of his studies, he would review his notes, read incomplete books, and practice his posture every single day.

One Saturday, Lin Quan drove Laura out of town.

"It's so quiet here," she said, looking out the window.

The countryside is open, the road is straight, and there are few cars.

"You're even quieter than this," he replied.

"Oh?" She turned to the side, a smile playing on her lips.

"Hold the steering wheel," he reminded him.

"I'm comfortable with you driving," she said.

He stared straight ahead, his breathing slightly heavy, his knuckles slightly clenched.

He parked the car deep in the forest, pressed her against a tree trunk, and kissed her fiercely and precisely.

We rushed to the beach in the afternoon, fished, made a fire, grilled fish, and waded barefoot in the waves. We returned before dark.

Four years passed in the blink of an eye. On the day I received my archaeology degree, the sunlight slanted across the oak lintel of Croft Manor.

After four years of arduous training and an investment of over three million yuan, Lin Quan reached the pinnacle of martial arts, mastering the "Transformation Realm" technique.

Laura also reached the pinnacle of her inner strength.

Whether it was due to his guidance or a sudden awakening of her talent, her bra size increased from 36D to 36E.

After obtaining their marriage certificate and holding their wedding banquet, the account balance was only over eight million yuan.

One evening, Laura heard a strange noise coming from the dark room. Following the sound, she pushed open a hidden compartment in the stone wall and took out an ancient bronze bell.

Lift the bell lid, and inside lies another, even smaller bell, lying quietly.

"Is the rumor true?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"There's no smoke without fire." Lin Quan reached out and gently stroked the bell.

"If the set squares are aligned, perhaps Father will be able to return." She stared intently at the inscription on the bottom of the bell.

Before the words were even finished, the Illuminati mercenaries had already smashed open the iron gate and rushed into the manor.

Lin Quan, at the peak of his internal energy cultivation, reacted faster than a bullet's trajectory; his marksmanship was several times more accurate than before.

Some men had barely raised their guns before their throats were shattered; others had their temples pierced by fingers before they could even pull the trigger.

Laura's internal energy was perfectly refined; she moved swiftly and nimbly, her movements as swift as a shadow. Wherever her dagger passed, she fell to the ground before blood even splattered.

In less than ten minutes, all the attackers were killed.

Laura made two phone calls... Her lawyer and the police arrived almost simultaneously.

Breaking into a private residence with weapons is undoubtedly considered self-defense under US law.

She was a hereditary earl; after the police finished questioning her, they simply loaded her body into a car and drove away.

"Lin, let's go to Angkor Wat first." She stood under the eaves, a strand of her golden hair fluttering in the evening breeze.

"Okay." He nodded and tossed the car keys to her.

There are two set squares, one hidden in Angkor Wat and the other submerged in Vientiane Cave.

He wanted to see for himself what kind of power could distort space and time.

He doesn't mind taking a few valuable items with him if he comes across them while treasure hunting.

There are still over eight million US pounds left in the account... That sounds like a lot, but a Gulfstream G650 costs over fifty million US pounds. Both logically and emotionally, we should argue for that.

The next morning, the two boarded a plane and flew directly to the other side of the ocean.

At almost the same time, Ian Gray, sent by the Illuminati, also boarded another flight and followed.

Upon arriving at Angkor Wat, Laura moved swiftly, disarming the mechanisms with a single touch, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.

Lin Quan picked up a long sword and used it to slash, thrust, and stab, causing the stone statues to crumble and fall to the ground one after another.

Laura gripped the set square tightly and said briefly, "Got it."

Less than half an hour after they left, Ian Grey and his group rushed into the temple ruins.

Moving on to the Cave of Ten Thousand Shadows, while Laura was focused on deciphering the code, Lin Quan smuggled several bronze artifacts inlaid with gold and jade, as well as half a box of ancient silver coins.

"It's breathtaking." Laura looked up at the shimmering light and shadow on the dome.

"Indeed." Lin Quan nodded, his tone plain and unpretentious.

After a short rest, we'll get back to work immediately.

Laura took out the second triangular piece, then removed a brass gear from inside the ancient clock, and fitted the two fragments together perfectly.

Just then, a figure moved at the cave entrance... Ian Gray led six mercenaries in, raised his hand to reveal an old-fashioned pocket watch, and said coldly, "Lola, hand it over."

Lin Quan raised his gun, the first bullet striking him squarely between the eyebrows. Without stopping, he swung his body sideways, firing five more shots in three seconds.

The flames died down, the smoke had not yet dissipated, and the ground was already littered with seven bodies.

谷勀

"Lin, my father left a message...this thing must be destroyed." Laura's voice was low and steady.

"Give it to me, I'll handle it," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"Okay." Without hesitation, she handed over the set square, turned around and walked towards Ian Gray's body, rummaging through his backpack.

Lin Quan carried the triangle ruler to the shadows of the rock wall, turned his back, and with a flick of his fingers, replaced the original with the new one; when he turned back, he tossed it and fired four shots in quick succession.

The counterfeit goods exploded into fragments in mid-air.

The mountain roared, and rocks tumbled down. He grabbed Laura's wrist and ran.

Two days later, the two returned to Croft Manor unharmed.

When the news reached the Illuminati headquarters, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Kill Laura? She's an American earl, not a street thug. Taking action would be a diplomatic incident, and they couldn't afford the consequences.

The triangle ruler is the key to resurrecting the progenitor... but without it, killing her will only bring trouble and won't solve the problem.

For the next six months, Lin Quan thwarted Laura's traps time and time again while honing his muscles and bones according to the "Martial Arts Manual".

"The Dan Jin is just a hair's breadth away. Once you reach that level, ordinary bullets won't be able to penetrate your flesh."

When he was in a good mood, he would sneak out and sell his spoils while Laura was engrossed in her ancient books.

The gilded Buddha eye he found at Angkor Wat and the silver box with tortoise shell patterns from Vientiane Caves all passed through his hands.

With only a few million left in his account, he changed his hairstyle, pulled his hat down low, and made three trips to London's underground antique black market.

Having shaken off the US agents who were tailing them, they returned empty-handed and full of suitcases each time.

Three months later, all gains were wiped out.

To be precise, there was one real set square left, hidden in a concealed pocket close to his body.