Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan moved swiftly, drawing his gun in his right hand, and charged into the camp.

The muzzle flips, a burst of fire, a change of position, another burst of fire.

Seventeen corpses lay scattered around the fire, some still in the position of raising their guns.

Laura stood at the tent entrance, clutching a dagger, stunned.

Lin Quan pushed the fake Laura forward: "She said she is Laura."

"I am."

"I know."

How did you know?

"It feels like," he answered casually, without elaborating further.

A cultivator at the Refining Spirit Realm could see right through their opponent's qi and blood. The difference between the real and the fake was a matter of life and death.

"Not many people know about our search for Hammer," Lin Quan wiped the dust off his face. "Amanda and Natra, just those two."

"So they did it?"

"They can't escape."

"But how...did they create this face?"

"The priest can alter the bones and nerves of animals. It is not surprising that someone walks behind him."

Lin Quan fired a finishing shot, eliminating the fake Laura. The two then moved overnight, finding another high ground to camp on.

As dawn broke, Laura finished her morning boxing practice and was wringing out a towel. Lin Quan reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, his palm tracing the curve of her lower back muscles. He didn't say anything, just gently pulled her closer.

After breakfast, we continued our journey.

Natra also came, bringing nine with him.

As usual, Lin Quan didn't waste any words.

One bullet for one person, no more, no less.

A few days later, they stood at the mountain pass of their destination... the end of the map was right in sight.

Laura always solves problems quickly and efficiently.

With Thor's hammer and gauntlet in hand, she immediately activated the teleportation array, and the two of them landed in Avalon together.

"The underground world." Lin Quan glanced around.

"It's all bones." Laura crouched down, brushing aside the dust with her fingertips to reveal a curled-up skeleton. "It's been dead for a long time."

"Their skeletal proportions are similar to humans." Lin Quan gestured with his hand to indicate the distance between their ribs. "Elves, do they look like humans?"

They wandered around Avalon for several days, searching for nothing but ruins, not living creatures. On the morning of the seventh day, Laura dug out half-buried remains behind a collapsed altar... A silver chain was wrapped around finger bones, and a few blue crystals were scattered beside the neck bone, the same string her mother used to wear.

She knelt in the pile of rubble, her shoulders trembling violently, but she didn't make a sound. Lin Quan didn't speak, but squatted down, supporting her back with one hand and gently placing the other on her shoulder.

The remains were collected and placed in a plastic bag. The search continued: stone chambers, secret passages, abandoned workshops... The Black Dragon Ring kept swallowing equipment, scrolls, and fragments. All the spellbooks were taken; the thick ones were stuffed into the backpack, and the thin ones were put directly into the ring.

"Let's go." Laura stood up and brushed the dust off her trouser legs.

Thor's hammer slammed into the ground, creating a portal of light through which the two stepped out.

Lin Quan didn't press the matter of the elven extinction. The trail had gone cold; not even a single inscribed stone tablet remained. He knew that digging any further would be a waste of time. Right now, the most important thing was those books.

That very night, upon returning to Croft Manor, he sat down in his study under the lamp and opened the first book. He had already devoured seventy percent of the manor's collection of books, and now reading Elvish was no longer as challenging as reading translated versions.

"Meditation technique, purifying mental energy."

"The Martial Classic: Refining the Spirit Chapter refines the steely fire of will, not empty energy."

He followed the instructions to regulate his breathing, sitting quietly for three-quarters of an hour. His breathing gradually deepened, and distracting thoughts subsided. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside the window. Tina stood at the door and knocked twice: "Dinner is ready."

After lunch, he pressed acupoints on Laura, Tina, and Shen Huimin in turn to put them to sleep. The three lay side by side on the living room sofa, breathing evenly, their hair falling loosely, their eyelashes still. Lin Quan watched, a slight smile playing on his lips, then turned and went into the quiet room next door.

Three days of meditation, one day of spiritual refinement. This cycle repeats.

When the third round of meditation ended, he tried to extend a wisp of his spiritual energy outside his body... It began to float half a foot away from his fingertips; a meter away, it was like smoke blown away by the wind. He then tried to hold objects: a copper coin hovered in the air for half a second before falling to the ground; a fifty-gram brass weight barely floated for three breaths.

He wasn't disappointed; he just nodded. That was enough.

Then he started tinkering with alchemy. He spread out all the moss cores, star iron shavings, and frost lizard bone powder he'd collected in Avalon on the table. He drove to town and bought a crucible, a condenser, and an engraving pen. Back home, he boiled the liquid, adjusted the temperature, and controlled the pressure, first creating a fusion liquid, then adding enchanting liquid.

He chose a folded and forged short sword as the blank. He shaved the blade, soaked it in the molten metal, melted the material, and shaped it… his mental energy, like a carving knife, pressed out the curve of the blade's spine in the flowing molten metal; the enchanting liquid flowed along the edge, drawing an array. As the liquid dried, fine silver patterns appeared on the blade.

"The Resilient Formation strengthens the foundation, the Sharp Formation pierces armor, and the Demon-Breaking Formation erodes curses."

He swung his knife at the corner of the cast iron anvil. With a soft crack, the iron corner snapped off cleanly at the base, leaving the blade gleaming as before, without chipping or curling.

Sheathing his sword, he pulled out a book titled "Basic Elemental Awakening" and began practicing fireball techniques.

After half a month, I could gather a small flame the size of a finger in my palm, enough to light a cigarette, but too small to grill meat.

"The magical elements here are as diluted as leftover tea."

Ten days or so later, the water ball technique was completed. It was the size of a fist, hovered for three seconds, and then turned into mist upon landing.

He stopped touching the wind, thunder, ice, and earth. It wasn't that he didn't want to learn, but that nature wouldn't allow it... The elemental concentration wasn't high enough; forcibly activating it would damage his meridians.

A flame lights a cigarette, a water balloon quenches thirst. In the desert, if water is scarce, a handful of fresh water is readily available.

After spending more than three months working diligently at the manor, Lin Quan led the ocean treasure hunting team out to sea once again.

Anchor, dive, collect cargo, return to the ship, take inventory, and dive again.

Over two months, forty-seven shipwrecks were drilled. His Refining Spirit Realm physique allowed him to walk on flat ground at a depth of three thousand meters, without eardrum swelling or blood stagnation. Antiques, gold ingots, jade artifacts, silver coins, bronze mirrors, cannons, compasses... filled three cargo holds.

During the return voyage, a maritime transaction resulted in the receipt of over 1.86 billion US dollars. Jason took 10 million, and the remaining team members each received 2 million.

"Money without roots will scatter with the wind."

He bought the Arlinna football team the very next day.

A long-established team in the American Super League, with a well-known name and many fans, but its performance has been weak over the past decade.

He then flew to China, traveling to seven provinces to scout for talent from high school leagues, school cups, and youth training camps. Thirty boys, the oldest nineteen and the youngest sixteen, were all signed to five-year contracts: an annual salary of 50,000 US pounds, all-inclusive of food and lodging, and reimbursement for injuries.

As the news spread, many youth training directors of professional teams called overnight to ask if it was fake news.

The people were brought back to the United States and their residence was set up in a newly built facility next to the Alina training base. Every morning they practiced stance training, at noon they practiced body movements, and in the evening they were taught internal strength guidance; medicinal soup was prepared according to the number of people, and the medicinal bath was kept at a constant temperature 24 hours a day.

Six months passed, and the day of the inspection arrived...

"Three hidden strengths and twenty-seven manifest strengths."

Lin Quan closed the test record in his hand and put the pen back in his breast pocket.

Lin Quan smiled and handed the thirty young men to Karls, the coach of the youth training camp.

They have endured more than three months of intense training, and only now are they qualified to play in the second-tier official matches.

"Martial artists with the Ming Jin skill have far greater control over their bodies than ordinary people."

"If this group of players plays for a few months, they can make it into the starting lineup."

Half a year passed quickly.

According to Lin Quan, this group of players from China never played at their full strength. Each player took turns showing off their skills, resulting in fluctuating performances and a generally stable mid-table finish in the second tier.