Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The broth is simmered until thoroughly cooked, the red oil is bubbling, and the numbing, spicy aroma of the broth permeates the rich bone broth, spreading along the street.

A passerby, drawn by the aroma, entered and asked, "How do you eat this?"

The price is fair, the taste is amazing, and word spreads like wildfire.

On the first day, I received 20 Silver Soul Coins.

"It'll last us a while. In a few more days, we can close down the shop."

Once the staff were trained, Lin Quan would stay on the third floor, never going out or showing his face, only sitting quietly to regulate his breathing and silently practicing the "Mysterious Yellow Body Refining Technique".

That morning, the hot pot restaurant had just opened when a figure flashed at the entrance, and Tang San led six people in single file... Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were all there.

Xiao Wu stood on tiptoe to peek, then tugged at Tang San's sleeve: "Xiao San, is it really owned by Brother Lin?"

Tang San nodded: "Besides him, who else could make this flavor?"

He had traveled through many years and had never heard of the word "hot pot".

I ran into Lin Quan a few days ago. Logically speaking, he's probably the owner of this shop.

"Seven people?" the waiter asked as he approached.

"Seven," Tang San replied, then added, "May I ask who the boss is?"

"My surname is Lin," the waiter answered readily.

Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs; Lin Quan was coming down from the second floor.

"Brother Lin," Tang San and Xiao Wu said at the same time.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu." Lin Quan nodded, a faint smile on his face as usual.

"Let me introduce you... Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing..." Tang San announced their names one by one.

Lin Quan glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on Zhu Zhuqing before sweeping over Ning Rongrong, his expression unchanged: "Order whatever you want to eat, it's on me today."

"Brother Lin, business is booming!" Tang San said.

"It's alright." Lin Quan gestured, "Come upstairs and sit down."

"Brother Lin, what's your martial soul?" Tang San asked.

"One ball." Lin Quan didn't hide it.

"What level is your soul power?" Tang San asked again.

"Around sixty," Lin Quan replied casually.

"Only eighteen years old, and already at level sixty?" Tang San was stunned.

Lin Quan himself wasn't sure of the exact number. The Soul Devouring Demon Art had absorbed and refined too many soul rings, and the thickness of his soul power was so great that even a 100,000-year-old soul beast couldn't compare to half of it.

"Brother Lin, which academy did you graduate from?" Xiao Wu interjected.

Lin Quan glanced at her... her ear tips twitched slightly, and her fur gleamed with a soft light; she was clearly a rabbit. He cultivated the Soul-Devouring Demon Art, and his eyesight had long since penetrated appearances.

He paused for two seconds: "I've never been to an academy, I trained on my own."

"How did your martial soul awaken?" Tang San pressed.

"It will happen naturally." Lin Quan smiled.

The dishes were served one after another, and everyone started eating.

Lin Quan said a few words to him, then got up and went back upstairs. He sat down cross-legged and silently practiced the Xuanhuang Body Refining Technique.

Whether it's the Xuanhuang Body Refining Technique or the Soul Devouring Demon Art, mastering just one of them is enough to dominate the Douluo Continent.

His idea was practical: first strengthen his body, then venture into the forest to hunt spirit beasts.

The stronger the physical body, the heavier the soul power it can suppress.

"It smells so good!" Xiao Wu picked up a piece of hot pot meat and put it into her mouth one after another.

"This is the first time I've tasted this." Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she didn't stop eating.

"It's spicy and refreshing, and numbingly delicious." Tang San chewed on the beef tripe and nodded with a smile.

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly turned to Tang San: "Your friend, is he really only eighteen?"

"Why would I lie to you? He said he's not even eighteen yet, but he looks like he's between seventeen and eighteen." Tang San answered bluntly.

After a lively hot pot meal, Tang San got up to pay the bill.

The waiter stopped them: "The boss instructed that today's meal is free, and from now on, everything will be 20% off."

"Thank him for me," Tang San said sincerely.

He entered the forest that very day.

Kill the soul beast, take its soul ring, refine it, then kill it again.

"A hundred thousand years old, it falls apart with one punch, too weak," he muttered as he withdrew his fist.

A blood-red soul ring merged into his body, and his soul power quietly increased.

A few days later, he returned to the shop, walking at a leisurely pace.

It's not that I don't want to continue refining, but my soul power is already close to the limit of my body. If I press any harder, my bones will crack.

"The spirit controls the qi, and the qi tempers the body. The stronger the spirit, the more obedient the qi; the smoother the qi, the more the body can withstand the test."

Blood and qi surged like a tide through his limbs and bones, crashing into every inch of his flesh.

With the soul as the guide and qi and blood as the hammer, it forges the internal organs, skin, muscles and bones again and again.

He sat motionless, his whole body trembling, for more than ten hours.

"I haven't slept for two days, but my mind is clear, my hands and feet are steady, and I'm still pushing upwards with all my might."

The hot pot restaurant's revenue has gradually stabilized, earning fifty silver soul coins per day.

Those eyeing this lucrative opportunity include local thugs, small gangs, and envious chambers of commerce.

Lin Quan didn't reason with anyone; he just attacked.

Broken legs, crippled cultivation, demolished shops—it's all a matter of one move.

The guy who leaked the recipe had his soul power destroyed on the spot; the counterfeit store had just opened its doors when the roof collapsed that very night.

In this world, might makes right.

Dai Mubai often stayed out, which made Zhu Zhuqing feel uneasy, so she started to come to the shop more often.

The more often you come, the more you talk, and the smoother the path becomes.

Later, she came almost every day.

Dai Mubai couldn't pretend to be confused, so he had no choice but to break off the engagement.

The Dai family was unwilling to accept this and went to the door to demand an explanation.

Lin Quan made concessions every time.

After several confrontations, three members of the Dai family were forced to pay compensation, sign documents, and leave with their heads down.

Having lost face for his clan, Dai Mubai couldn't stay any longer and left Shrek Academy to return to Star Luo.

In Lin Quan's eyes, Tang San was a fellow townsman and a semi-acquaintance.

Dai Mubai is Tang San's classmate, not his.

A classmate of an acquaintance is not the same as an acquaintance... He understands this clearly.

Whether others consider you a friend or not depends not on the middleman, but on whether you can stand firm on your own.

He would occasionally offer Zhu Zhuqing some pointers, without holding anything back.

She would go to Shrek Academy during the day, lock the classroom door at night, and then come to the shop to sit opposite him, peeling garlic or helping him count coins.

Six months later, Lin Quan and Ning Rongrong naturally established a relationship.

"Xiao Qing, Xiao Rong, your foundation isn't solid yet. In a few days, I'll take you into the mountains to hunt soul beasts," Lin Quan said.

"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong nodded in response.

I practice martial arts in the morning, sweating profusely; I sleep soundly through the night until dawn.

After the morning practice concluded, Lin Quan channeled his soul power, incorporating the power of his qi and blood, to cleanse and refine the marrow of the two. With repeated cleansing, their muscles and bones gradually hardened, and their figures became more agile.

As soon as the holiday began, the three set off immediately, heading straight into the Tiandou Great Forest.

As soon as a 100,000-year-old soul beast showed its head, Lin Quan punched it in the back, and the giant beast immediately knelt down, blood gushing from its mouth and nose, and its limbs twitching.

Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward and delivered the final blow, killing the soul beast. She sat down cross-legged, drawing the soul ring into her body, which then began to swirl around her.

Hours later, the second 100,000-year-old soul beast was brought to near death by Lin Quan, barely breathing. Ning Rongrong leaped forward, slamming her palm down, and the soul beast shattered. She then focused her mind, returning the soul ring to her core.

"Brother Lin, shall we go back?" Zhu Zhuqing finished her practice and stood up.

"Go back where? Wait until you reach Contra before stepping into the academy gates." Lin Quan said casually.

"I'm only level 30, it's so hard to even level up once," Zhu Zhuqing frowned.

"The slow advancement is due to the wrong method," Lin Quan smiled. "I have a fast track."

The three set up their tent and continued their physical training as usual that night. Lin Quan circulated the Soul Devouring Demon Art, separating two streams of pure soul power and slowly channeling them into their meridians.