Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Flames leaped up, the letter paper curled up and charred, turning into a handful of ashes that drifted into the porcelain basin.

The days went by as usual: a bowl of medicinal soup in the morning, a medicinal bath at noon, martial arts practice in the afternoon, and marksmanship drills in the evening.

Having mastered the Dan Jin technique, he was able to move freely even when surrounded by five people, his fists and feet remaining perfectly coordinated.

When I have free time, I flip through books, and most of them are notes and handwritten fragments from previous generations.

One day, on a whim, he took Laura out. After parking the car outside the mall, he casually picked out watches, belts, tactical gloves, and other practical and unpretentious items for each of Hailey and the others.

With them sharing the chores, Laura could read more quietly and practice her skills more diligently.

A month later, her aura became more restrained, her strength more sustained, and she broke through to the early stage of the Transformation Realm in martial arts.

With the help of medicinal soups and baths, plus Lin Quan's daily guidance on techniques, Hailey and the other three gradually entered the threshold of Ming Jin (a martial arts skill), becoming faster, more powerful, and more responsive than ordinary people.

With his inner strength stabilized, Lin Quan then turned to water cultivation.

In the deep pool with its turbulent currents and immense water pressure, he sank to the bottom and exerted his strength, resisting the immense pressure with every breath, causing his muscles and bones to transform.

Occasionally, he would take out Pandora's Box, hold the yellow ball in his palm for a few seconds... In an instant, power surged, his consciousness became clear, and it felt as if the world was at his fingertips.

Through repeated trials, his cultivation level improved significantly and was clearly visible to the naked eye.

"At the peak of Dan Jin, Gang Qi will be born."

"If one can hold the yellow ball for a long time, one should have already achieved internal strength."

The yellow ball lights up as soon as it leaves the box, its golden light dazzling, and even when hidden under the silt of the riverbed, its brilliance cannot be concealed.

Every time the lights come on, within minutes someone will rush towards them from afar... dressed in black, wearing an earpiece, moving silently.

He would always sneak ashore before the light faded, shake off the water, and drive back to Croft Estate.

Inside the garage, he lifted Laura's Mercedes SUV with one hand, held it steadily in the air for a moment, and then gently put it down.

He turned to test his own Unimog, straining his arms and tensing his shoulders and back, but the car didn't budge.

"Around 10,000 jin, that's about right."

Just as I stepped out of the garage, I heard footsteps coming from the direction of the study... Laura had already called for backup.

Valley Clinic.

As night deepened, he drove away from the manor.

"We cannot return to where we were; the traces of yesterday have not been cleared."

He parked his car on the riverbank, jumped into the water, and swam upstream for several kilometers before stopping beneath a hidden reef.

The black dragon ring felt slightly cool. I opened the box and got the yellow ball.

A surge of immense power rushed into my limbs and bones, my ears rang, and my vision brightened.

Silently count to nine, then close the lid, and the light goes out.

He dived several kilometers more, surfaced, shook the water, dressed, sat cross-legged, and opened the Martial Arts Classic, memorizing three pages.

"In the early stages of Gang Jin (罡劲), Qi can leave the body."

He raised his hand and waved it lightly. Before the wind from his punch even arrived, the grass and leaves several meters away were already rustling and flying everywhere.

The journey home was easy, but after returning to the manor, I spent another two hours at my desk, with blueprints covering the entire long table.

Laura slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and tapped the armrest with her fingertips: "It's time to add a few more people."

If this drags on any longer, she won't even have time to turn the pages of the book.

Upon waking, Laura asked a few questions and dialed a number. The Croft Group immediately sprang into action.

In her eyes, having more servants at home made her feel more secure. People outside were hard to control, but those at home, at least, she knew their background.

She knew the situation in Singapore, the United States, Hulin, Langkawi... and Italy. From what she'd heard, more than a dozen wealthy people were holding banquets every few days, ostensibly for social purposes, but in reality, each with their own agenda.

A few days later, the Croft Group delivered a batch of documents to the manor.

"Honey, look at this." Laura pushed a stack of papers in front of Lin Quan.

"What?" Lin Quan looked up.

"I'll take it." Laura said decisively.

He didn't ask any questions, and scanned the papers one by one, circling five names.

Laura glanced at the five names, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

A few days later, the five entered the gates of Croft Manor... Connie, Fujiwara Hide, Fujiwara Rei, Shin Hye-min, and Shin Hye-han. They had regular features, neat figures, and their eyes held both composure and strength.

"Luckily, this happened in the United States. If it were in China, this wouldn't even need to be mentioned."

For the first time, Lin Quan felt that the pressure was real.

The first few days went well; the five of them were just getting the hang of it, their movements were clumsy, and their coordination was awkward. But in less than a week, he started to struggle.

He practiced martial arts manuals, and his muscles and bones had long been hardened; once his internal energy was fully developed, his blood and qi were like boiling water, and his endurance far exceeded that of ordinary people. But he couldn't withstand the five people taking turns attacking, seizing every opportunity, and pressing him relentlessly.

One morning, Laura suddenly asked with a smile, "How about we go find a meteorite?"

"Where did this meteorite come from?" Lin Quan was taken aback. Meteorites aren't antiques; there are plenty on the market. With a little money, you can get a few hundred kilograms to bring home.

"Someone sent me an email," Laura said.

Over the years, she has lost interest in ordinary antiques. What truly captures her attention are objects with supernatural abilities. This meteorite, it is said, can disturb magnetic fields, glows faintly at night, and remains uncorroded even after being buried in the ground for ten years.

Lin Quan nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Hailey was learning to fly, Sophia was taking her seaman's exams, and Shen Huixian had just gotten her pilot's license. The others also had their own plans. With everything prepared and the intelligence verified twice, the two boarded the plane and set off.

After the plane landed in Lu, we changed cars and headed straight for the Infada tribe.

According to existing clues, the sacred object worshipped by the tribe is a meteorite.

"There are people ahead," Lin Quan said.

Laura glanced at it: "Like an expedition team."

"Judging from his equipment and gait, he just came out of a dangerous place."

"Are you scared?" she asked him, turning her head to the side.

"Afraid? There aren't many things in this world that can make me stop." His voice was flat.

With his skills alone, he could overcome over 90% of dangerous situations. His internal energy was fully developed; when bullets came, his reaction was faster than the explosion of gunpowder. In the face of rapid-fire, if he intended to escape, only a handful of bullets could hit him. When truly in dire straits, he would hold a yellow ball in his left hand and draw his long sword in his right, cleaving a path—this was never just empty talk.

They didn't approach or speak to him.

To put it politely, they were an expedition team; to put it bluntly, they were a group that robbed others.

The information I checked clearly states that the sacred objects belonging to the Infada tribe did not originally belong to them... they were forcibly taken from the ruins many years ago.

Lin Quan had long seen through this: between powers, it's about strength and weakness; between people, it's about who is superior and who is inferior.

They bypassed that group and continued deeper into the area.

After a long while, a collapsed ruin appeared before us. The ground was covered with rubble, broken pillars stood askew, and when the wind blew, sand and dust rose.

Not long after stepping into the ruins, the stone statue moved. It had six arms, wielding a blade, and its joints made a rough grinding sound.

Lin Quan drew his blade, a flash of cold light, and a stone head rolled to the ground. The headless stone body swayed twice before collapsing with a deafening roar.

Five, ten, fifteen... After they all fell, only rubble remained on the spot, and there was no trace of the meteorite.

Just as I turned around, a muffled thud was heard in the distance, and a corner of a dilapidated building trembled and collapsed.

A man stood in the smoke and dust, dark energy rising from his palm, slowly withdrawing his stance.

"The meteorite is in his hands," Lin Quan said.

"Chase after them," Laura said very quickly.

If they hadn't left the ruins half a minute earlier, that blow could have buried a person alive.

Lin Quan flicked his wrist, and the longsword flew from his hand. The blade was almost invisible; with a soft "thud," a bloody hole appeared in the man's chest, and his body went limp.

"You killed him?" Laura frowned.

"A good person wouldn't use their power to destroy ancient buildings." Lin Quan sheathed his sword. "Since they're our opponents, dragging things out is what's causing trouble."