Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"That black-robed man known as the 'Demon God'... his physique, his moves, his aura—how come he's exactly the same as Brother Lin?"

"Could the offensive techniques I've used over the years have all originated from him?"

Just how strong is he?

After extensive investigation and verification, Tang San finally confirmed that the massacre in the God Realm was perpetrated by Lin Quan.

"Brother Lin is missing... Did he go back to Earth?"

He searched for more than half a year, traversing the seven realms of the God Realm and the nineteen states of Douluo, but found no trace of him. In the end, he could only conclude that the person had already left.

At this moment, Lin Quan is at Luoxia Ridge Villa.

In the crystal-clear swimming pool, he was laughing and shoving with Zhu Zhuqing and Poseidon, splashing water everywhere.

With Lin Quan's help, Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena, Poseidon, Ning Rongrong, and Qian Renxue all ascended to the God King realm, that is, to the highest god position.

There are over a hundred other people in the manor, the weakest of whom is a titled Douluo, and the strongest of whom has reached the level of a first-level god (main god).

Even though there was no way to further improve his strength, he did not become anxious.

Rest is also a form of spiritual practice.

He planned to loosen up his muscles and bones and rest his mind before thinking about the next step.

...The group of women were all beautiful, with delicate features, slender waists, and natural elegance.

Lin Quan glanced at the group of women with different demeanors in front of him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

After indulging for more than ten days, he picked up the Soul-Devouring Demon Art again.

In his eyes, techniques were never divinely bestowed, but rather developed bit by bit by human effort. If others could create the Soul-Devouring Demon Art, he could continue its legacy. The same was true for the Profound Yellow Body Refining Technique.

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

"Ordinary people build strength through day after day of pulling, carrying heavy loads, and impacts."

"The ultimate goal of this technique is to instill solid strength into the muscles, bones, and skin."

He sat quietly for a moment, then his eyes suddenly sharpened... His thoughts settled, and his mind sank into concentration.

"Suppress your soul power as much as possible, force it to accelerate, and crash into the depths of your flesh and blood."

He tried repeatedly, tightening his soul power again and again, until it was no longer possible to compress it even a fraction.

"Can't press it down? Then use it as a hammer."

The soul power split in two: one half transformed into a heavy hammer, striking the other half repeatedly; the other half, like pig iron, shrank, became denser, and shone during the forging process.

"It's a third smaller, which is alright."

He didn't stop, continuing to press, beat, quench, and solidify.

Once his soul power had condensed to its limit, he turned to temper his body.

The bones cracked, the skin and flesh were taut like a bowstring, the breathing was deep and short, and blood seeped from the fingertips but quickly dried up.

"It's done." He let out a breath, his shoulders and back relaxing for a moment.

When his physical body stagnated, he went to the realm of gods to slay them.

The Soul-Devouring Ring refines the remnants of the soul, and the Soul Fire burns ever brighter.

In the illusion, a thousand years have passed in the Douluo Continent, but in reality, it's just a fleeting moment.

With energy and spirit restored, one's state of mind quietly rises to a higher level.

In this world, there is right and wrong, light and darkness, birth and death.

He killed too many people in Douluo Continent; his hands weren't stained with blood, they were stained with lives.

But all those battles, plundering, swallowing up, backlashes... eventually sank into their bones, becoming a new rhythm of breathing.

He smiled but didn't say anything.

With his mind cleared, he returned to his daily routine: playing chess with his grandfather, pouring tea for his father, putting his son to sleep, and taking a walk hand in hand with his wife.

Even the toughest man can't escape the bond with his parents. The only difference is whether they're there in front of him or not.

He took his whole family to Venus, Mars, the Iron Man world, and the world of Dragon and Snake, and traveled for more than thirty days.

After celebrating Lin Wanqian and Lin Wankun's tenth birthdays, the days were quiet again.

"Before we got the treasure bowl, our family wasn't rich, but we always had food in the pot and clothes on our bodies. I was never hungry or cold."

"After obtaining the treasure bowl, everything went smoothly, like water flowing downhill. I never stumbled or blocked the road."

"If it's too smooth, it feels like something's missing."

"When the pressure is too light, people become lazy; when the pressure is too heavy, people break down. What he needs is just the right amount of tension."

He chose the path of integration... one's personality cannot be biased, one's experiences cannot be omitted, and one's life cannot be lived in a crippled way.

The treasure bowl can create a world; anything that is inconvenient, untouchable, or too dangerous to try in the real body can all be laid out and started anew in the illusion.

"The first generation of wealthy individuals have done it, and the first generation of powerful individuals have also done it. What about the second generation of wealthy individuals?"

"When you're over thirty, you always think back to when you were in your early twenties at night."

"The treasure basin has now accumulated enough energy to support a Saint of Earth Rank."

"Just stuff a cheat code into the illusion and forcibly pile on the understanding of the laws."

After pondering for more than ten minutes, he activated the treasure basin.

Two weeks later, the world took shape.

He separated a wisp of his consciousness and let it fall into it.

……

"Awake. Identity: Lin Quan. Father: Lin Jiancheng, founder of Mingyang Film and Entertainment Company."

A flood of memories overwhelmed him, and he almost burst out laughing.

Last week he was a spendthrift young master, but this week he only has 8,600 yuan left in his account.

Seven or eight shareholders sat in the conference room, dressed in sharp suits, but their eyes seemed to be looking at a piece of tofu that was about to spoil.

"Uncles, my dad is still in the ICU," he said, his voice steady and without trembling.

"Xiao Lin, the agreement we signed with your father before he was hospitalized is in black and white." A man in a gray suit leaned forward. "The board resolution has taken effect."

"Then let's proceed according to the agreement." He nodded.

Using Mingyang Building as collateral, a loan of 350 million was obtained to buy out all external shares.

That building is in an excellent location: two underground parking levels and sixteen floors of office space above ground, each floor measuring 3,000 square meters. Its market value is estimated to start at 1.5 billion.

But now, my father is in a vegetative state, my mother is unemployed, and no one is willing to lend a helping hand... The bank only approved 350 million.

He knew in his heart that it wasn't that he couldn't borrow the money, but that someone didn't want him to.

Mingyang was built from scratch by my father, and he couldn't bear to see it demolished, sold, or renamed.

After the share buyback was completed, only 3.2 million remained in the account.

All the mother does is cook, take care of the sick, and stay in the empty house.

My father is in the hospital, and his daily medical expenses are 2,300 yuan. He already owes more than 70,000 yuan.

"A five-year loan, with a first-month repayment of 7.12 million, and subsequent monthly payments of 6.98 million."

"More than three million, not even enough for one month's interest."

"If we can't pay it back, the building will go to the bank, the company will be liquidated, and my father's name will be removed from the industry directory."

"Can't afford university? Borrow money? You have to pay it back, who dares to lend money these days?"

He sat in the chairman's office, tapping his fingers on the table, each tap slower than the last.

Acquaintances avoid him, and no one replies to his WeChat messages anymore.

The young men who used to play ball, go to bars, and fight over parking spaces with him now don't even bother to mark his messages as "read."

Lin Quan was sitting at his desk, lost in thought, when there was a knock on the door.

Grandma Gu pushed the door open and came in.

"Boss, on behalf of Liu Xiaoying, Zhang Yufang... I am officially informing you that all of you have terminated your contracts with the company." She placed a document on the corner of the table.

"How much is the penalty for breach of contract?" Lin Quan asked, looking up at him.

"This is the draft for negotiation." She didn't move, nor did she reach for a pen.

Lin Quan flipped through two pages, then closed the book: "Do you think this contract is just a piece of waste paper?"

"If we leave now, the company can still get 20 million." She said in a flat tone, as if she were reporting the weather.

"Five years is enough time for a female artist to film ten dramas, enough time to wear down half her life." Lin Quan tapped her fingers on the table.

The contract has five years remaining. There are more than twenty people involved, each with an average penalty of over six million yuan for breach of contract, totaling more than 150 million yuan... not a fraction, but a whole number, clearly written in black and white.