Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Back at Croft Estate, he put on an apron and braised over ten kilograms of beef and chicken wings. The moment the pot boiled, the whole house was filled with a rich aroma.

"You can cook?" Laura stood in the kitchen doorway, her tone tinged with displeasure at being kept in the dark. "After knowing you for so many years, this is the first time I've ever seen you touch a spatula."

"Can you block it?" He picked up a glossy, reddish-brown chicken wing and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

She took a bite instinctively, her eyes widening suddenly.

He didn't waste any time, cut two slices of beef, took a bite of a chicken wing, and downed half a can of beer, feeling quite content.

"Besides these, what else can you make?" she asked while chewing.

"Pickled cabbage fish, boiled fish, braised fish."

"When should we do it?"

"We'll see how you do." He smiled.

"Wild bull." She glanced at him sideways, then lowered her head to continue gnawing, not wiping the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

A few days later, he flew with her across the Pacific Ocean and landed in Luxembourg.

Lu Guo was once a US colony, and even now, the locals still have to circumvent US influence in their speech and actions.

Jacqueline Natra, with Larson in tow, waited for them at the hotel reception.

"Mr. Natra," Laura said, extending her hand with a standard smile.

The three shook hands, exchanged a few pleasantries, and Natra got straight to the point: he had asked them to find a fragment of a treasure.

Less than ten minutes after leaving the hotel, Lin Quan heard the footsteps behind him change rhythm.

"Someone's following us," Laura whispered.

"Larsen." Lin Quan didn't turn around. "He's been following us ever since we stepped out of the elevator."

"He doesn't trust us?"

"Believe? He only believes in the moment he gets his hands on the fragment." Lin Quan's voice was calm. "As for whether or not we give it to him afterward... that's up to us."

Laura laughed: "Yes."

The two didn't stop or leave anyone behind; they boarded the plane directly and flew to Peru.

The entrance to the ancient tomb was hidden in a crevice beneath a cliff. They spent three hours clearing obstacles, exploring the path, and avoiding traps before finally finding the first fragment in a hidden compartment at the base of the stone coffin in the main chamber.

Just as he turned around, Larsen slipped out from the side passageway, gun already raised.

Lin Quan raised his hand and fired a shot.

The bullet grazed Larsen's right arm, blood spurted out, his hand trembled, the gun slipped from his grasp and hit the ground, and he staggered backward.

"Who sent you?" Laura asked.

"Natra!" Larsen clutched his arm, his voice strained. "And there's another one named Pierre, also looking for another piece..."

Deep within the ancient tomb, the echoes were heavy and muffled. No one answered, and no one came to the rescue.

Lin Quan lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly: "Anything else?"

"Pierre is at the monastery...the second clue is in his hands..."

Lin Quan holstered his gun and gestured with his chin toward the exit: "Let's go."

Larsen scrambled out of the tomb.

That very night, upon returning to Luxembourg, they sneaked into the underground archives of Natra Technologies' headquarters and retrieved Pierre's operation log. The next morning, the two were already standing in front of an abandoned monastery in the Andes Mountains.

Pierre and his two helpers didn't last five minutes.

As soon as Laura touched the second fragment, a stream of information appeared in her mind: coordinates, material, and residual energy fluctuations.

The third piece was found seven days later beneath an altar in an Inca ruin.

Three fragments hung in mid-air, rotating silently, their edges gleaming, slowly fitting together perfectly.

"Priest An," Lin Quan said.

"Atlantis," Laura answered fluently.

"Clear the area first." Lin Quan suddenly turned to the side, turned his gun, and fired two shots.

Muffled groans and sounds of people collapsing could be heard coming from the hallway outside the door.

Twenty corpses lay scattered in the metal tunnel, their blood still warm.

The ruins of Atlantis lie deep within an underwater rift. At the entrance, hordes of monsters roam, their carapaces bluish-green, their claws hooked. Lin Quan drew his longsword, slashing, cutting, parrying, and slicing—his movements slow, but each strike landed precisely in the joints, felling instantly upon contact.

Laura placed the priest's jar in the center of the altar, recited three prayers, and the light patterns lit up and then went out... Her parents did not return.

She stood still. Lin Quan took the priest's jar and turned to walk behind the altar. She had only taken ten steps when a deafening roar erupted behind her, flames shot up, and the entire stone platform was reduced to dust.

He didn't explain, and she didn't ask.

The two took a cargo ship out to sea, then a commercial flight, then a car, and finally returned to Croft Estate.

This time, she lost completely.

Eleven days later, Lin Quan finished his breathing exercises. His dantian felt warm, his breath was heavy as lead, and his strength flowed through his limbs and bones... He had mastered the Dan Jin technique.

Three days later, the sound of four car engines came from the driveway of the estate.

Laura led four women into the hall.

"This is Hailey," she said, pointing to the short-haired woman in a gray suit.

Lin Quan stood up and shook hands with each person in turn: "Hello."

"Hello there."

"Hello there."

"Hello there."

He picked up his wine glass and drank with everyone until he was slightly tipsy. His eyes gradually became unfocused, his body went limp, and he leaned back in his chair.

Laura and Hayley quickly helped him up, carried him through the corridor, and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

The pillow was warm, the breath was soft and gentle. Lin Quan closed his eyes and remained still, but he remembered every touch.

As dawn broke, he opened his eyes and turned his head. Seeing that the person beside him was still asleep, he smiled slightly.

With the morning breeze caressing his face, he assumed a stance in the open space behind the manor, completed a round of punches, and felt relaxed and steady in his breathing.

After much deliberation, Laura decided to move Hailey, Sophia, Tina, and Chris into four guest rooms in the east wing of the main building.

After settling into position, Lin Quan walked back into the house alone, several objects swirling in his mind: a set square, Pandora's box, and a priest's urn.

On the night the nine stars align, a set square can open a time gap; once used, it must wait five thousand years to be usable again.

Holding the yellow ball in his hand, he felt a surge of power, his veins bulged, and his five senses sharpened.

The priest's urn can draw upon an energy that is neither cold nor hot, reshaping flesh and bones and altering muscles and bones.

He wondered: Were these things made by the ancients, or did they come from somewhere else?

If it was made by the ancients, what methods were used to forge it? If there truly are gods, could they also take the first step on the path of the gods?

After thinking about it for a long time without finding a solution, he gave up. He stepped inside and bumped into Hailey and three others dressed in suits, wiping the windows and tables with brisk movements.

Laura, dressed in a tight-fitting tracksuit, was flipping through a book by the study window.

As soon as he appeared, the four men immediately stopped what they were doing, bowed their heads, and said, "Mr. Lin."

"No need for formalities," he replied, indicating he was free to do as he pleased.

In Laura's eyes, they were hired maids, but also trusted helpers;

In Lin Quan's heart, the distinction between master and servant had long since disappeared.

He entered the study and casually pulled out a few yellowed ancient books, their pages brittle yet the characters clear.

As soon as lunch was over, he reached out and scooped Laura up in his arms, striding towards the bathroom.

She didn't struggle, but whispered to the people outside the door, "Come in."

Hayley, Sophia, Tina, and Chris entered in response.

A few days later, a letter arrived at the manor.

He glanced at it and shook his head immediately: "Ancient Capital Dagger, not touching it."

That thing pierced the heart, supposedly able to draw dragon energy into the body... But Lin Quan knew that this claim was absurd and more like a deliberate distortion of Eastern traditions.

The printing house houses Tibetan monks? The Kingdom of Lu has no prior contact with Tibet.

The evil Yanlong Emperor? He only recognizes one legitimate Yanlong lineage; all others are imposters.

Do they really think they can do whatever they want just because they've crossed the sea? China's security, the people's cultural foundation, and the unspoken rules—are they all just for show?