Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

This technique is divided into nine levels: Bronze Body, Iron Body, Silver Body, Gold Body, Magic Weapon, Treasure Weapon, Spirit Weapon, Immortal Weapon, and Divine Weapon. Each level is further divided into four stages: Early, Middle, Late, and Perfection.

He gritted his teeth and tempered his body. Two months later, he reached the Bronze Body Realm. After more than three months of hard work, he finally stepped into the early stage of the Iron Body Realm.

"Early stage of Soul Refining and Foundation Establishment, early stage of Body Refining and Iron Body Realm, exactly sixteen years old."

He looked down at his worn-out clothes, frayed and torn at the elbows and knees, and finally got up and left the cave.

Having lived in this mountain valley for over a year, I was actually quite reluctant to leave.

Just a few steps were taken when a low growl exploded... A gray-blue wolf pounced down the slope, its fangs menacing and its claws stained with blood.

"Dogs are domesticated wolves. There's an old saying: 'Dog meat, cooked three times, is so delicious even immortals can't resist it.' We've been eating fish for almost two years; it's time for a change."

Seeing that the wolf's steps were unsteady and its turning was hesitant, Lin Quan felt reassured.

He dodged the pounce by sidestepping and punched the side of the neck; before the wolf's mournful howl could be finished, a second punch had already pierced the ribs; the third punch landed, and the sound of the spine shattering could be clearly heard.

The wolf carcass was still warm when a wisp of white light quietly rose up, condensing into a slightly shimmering halo.

"Killing monsters drops items? Or skills? Could this be... a game?"

He reached out to grab it.

The halo had not dissipated, nor had it entered the body.

He switched to using his soul power to investigate... In that instant, the white light suddenly dissipated, turning into a trickle that surged into his upper dantian.

His soul power returned, and he stood there stunned.

"The power of the gale? A soul skill?"

A moment later, a message popped into his mind, and he frowned: "The first spirit ring is actually a ten-year white ring... What a loss."

The effect is really pathetic... It only increases the speed by one-fifth, barely noticeable.

"As a cultivator who transmigrated here, I should at least have 10,000 years to complete the first stage of cultivation, if not 100,000. But I only got 10 years... What a waste."

He probed into the soul sphere again, his gaze sweeping over the pure white ring of shadows, before suddenly pausing.

The surface of the Soul Orb can accommodate more than one ring.

The densely packed ring grooves are layered upon each other, numbering at least tens of thousands.

He was startled, then overjoyed.

"After swallowing the blue wolf, not only did I gain the power of the Gale, but my soul power also increased significantly."

"Soul Devouring... Soul Devouring... So this is the meaning of the demonic technique."

Bare-handed, he tackled a goat, ripped open its throat, and forcibly refined the remnant soul with his soul power... As his soul power surged, another grayish-white light rose up and condensed into the second ring.

"Skill is the root, technique is the branch. When skill is strong, technique will naturally follow."

He got it.

From then on, the mountains and forests became his hunting grounds.

Whenever you encounter a soul beast, you must kill, devour, and refine it.

A soul ring is the essence of a soul beast's lifelong cultivation, and it also contains the soul techniques it was most familiar with during its lifetime.

"The power of the Gale has been improved, with an increase of about 10%."

"Under the Soul Devouring Demon Art, soul rings of the same origin can be fused and stacked."

He became more and more proficient and ruthless with each practice... Killing, swallowing, and assimilating, he never stopped and never tired of it.

"The effect of Gale Force is increased by 30%."

"The power of Fireball has been increased by half."

"More than thirty soul skills are combined to create the teleportation technique. Within ten steps, wherever the mind goes, the person has already arrived."

……

"The Soul Skill 'Resilience' can increase resistance by 20%."

The soul power within the soul orb continued to increase, and new soul skills emerged one after another.

"My body can't hold on much longer."

Gu Qi remained silent.

Lin Quan, however, only focused on diligently cultivating the "Mysterious Yellow Body Refining Technique".

Sometimes he would carry huge boulders and rush along the mountain path, and sometimes he would crash head-on into a thick, ancient tree. With a muffled thud, the tree trunk would tremble slightly, and he would take half a step back before continuing.

That morning, he found a waterfall.

"The drop is over eighty meters, and the water is swift, which is just right."

After eating and resting, he headed straight down the cliff.

From then on, he stood beneath the raging torrent every day, enduring the relentless pressure of the water washing over his bones and muscles.

"Iron Body Realm Perfection".

"Silver Body Realm Perfection".

"The Golden Body Realm is at its peak."

……

"Late stage of the Magic Weapon Realm... The strength of his physical body is already comparable to that of a high-grade magic weapon."

Power surged through his veins; when Lin Quan clenched his fist, his knuckles cracked, and as his palm swept across, fallen leaves shattered.

He killed the soul beast with a single punch and then used the momentum to devour and refine the ring.

When hungry, tear off a piece of roasted meat; when thirsty, scoop up a mouthful of stream water; when sleepy, lean against a rock and fall asleep.

Even a hundred-year-old soul beast couldn't withstand his casual strike;

A thousand-year-old soul beast crumbles at the mere touch of a hand.

With a single palm strike, the ten-thousand-year-old soul beast's soul rings shattered, leaving its corpse lying strewn about.

"The 'Mysterious Yellow Body Refining Technique' has reached the Great Perfection of the Magic Weapon Realm; the 'Soul Devouring Demon Art' is at the Peak of the Nascent Soul Stage."

"Carrying heavy loads again and facing the waterfall again, there is no progress."

He sheathed his sword, turned around, and his figure vanished into the dense forest in an instant, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

His old clothes were worn out, but now he was tall and straight, standing at 1.8 meters and weighing about 80 kilograms. He had well-proportioned bones and a deep, solid aura.

He wore only a homemade animal skin vest on his upper body and shorts of the same material on his lower body, with a rusty battle knife slung across his back... Lin Quan had found it in the forest and took it along with a few copper coins and some pieces of silver. He avoided the clothes of the dead and didn't take a single piece.

Soul hunters risk their lives to seize the Soul Ring, but some, lacking the skill of the beasts, become prey.

"I'm eighteen. There's a city over there."

He traveled swiftly eastward, killing any beasts he encountered and taking their rings; upon seeing unusual fruits or shimmering grass stems, he casually plucked them and stuffed them into the Black Dragon Ring.

As the sun began to set, the outline of a city came into view.

"Soto City? Slime Academy should be here."

He stepped forward and, after entering the city, went straight to buy several sets of clothes and several pairs of cloth boots.

"Rose Hotel...that's right, it's Douluo Continent."

After checking in, he boiled water for a bath. The steam was rising, and he closed his eyes and leaned against the wooden tub, letting out a long-awaited sigh: "It's been almost four years since I came here, and this is the first time I've ever soaked in hot water."

After changing my clothes, I went out for a meal. After eating and drinking my fill, I fell asleep immediately and slept soundly through the night without any dreams.

The following afternoon, while strolling around, he bumped into two people at the street corner... Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"Tang entered Soto at the age of thirty-two, which is around this time."

"The protagonist of Douluo Continent is also from Earth."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Lin Quan stepped forward.

He had no interest in Xiao Wu, but felt a familiar quality about the young man's brows, something worth exploring.

"Hello," he said with a smile.

Tang San was taken aback, composed himself slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Fellow villager," Lin Quan answered readily.

Xiao Wu chuckled: "Your surname is Lao? And you're called 'fellow villager'?"

Tang San then asked, "What is your honorable name?"

Lin Quan was from Sichuan.

Tang San's eyes lit up, and he extended his hand to shake hands: "Hello!"

"What are you doing here...?" Lin Quan asked casually.

"Go and enroll at the Slime Academy."

"Oh? That place is called the Genius Academy, and also the Monster Academy."

"Does Brother Lin know about Slime Academy?" Tang San pressed.

"I've heard someone mention it a couple of times," Lin Quan said calmly, offering no further explanation.

After exchanging a few words, he bowed and took his leave.

Afterwards, they circled the city and acquired a three-story house directly opposite the academy... with a foundation of blue bricks, a roof of wooden beams, and eaves covered with gray tiles.

"Now that we have a place to stay, what kind of business should we start?"

After thinking it over for a while, he made up his mind: to open a hot pot restaurant.

They ordered custom-made copper pots, benches, and bamboo chopsticks; purchased chili peppers, butter, Sichuan peppercorns, broad bean paste, and spices; hired ten people to work in separate kitchens, prepare ingredients, greet guests, and serve customers; and had the ingredients delivered directly to the back door by the caravan every morning.

After seven days of preparation, the shop opened.