Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I need two tickets, the first row is 2,000, and the second row is 1,500."

"I won! My luck is off the charts!"

"I won too...two tickets!"

Three.

"Did anyone win one of the four tickets?"

"Maximum four, as set by the system."

Those who won posted screenshots, while those who didn't try to find alternative channels. Secondhand ticket prices tripled that day, and scalper groups were already booked until the early hours of the morning.

Five days later, at 5 p.m. on Saturday, the area outside Haicheng Gymnasium was teeming with people. Spectators held up their phones, scanned QR codes to pass through the gates, and proceeded in an orderly fashion.

At six o'clock sharp, the lights dimmed and the drums began. Huang Jialiang walked onto the stage with his guitar and immediately asked, "Shall we sing this song together?"

The 80,000 people below roared in unison, "Yes...!" The sound waves crashed against the dome, echoing and reverberating. Every seat was taken, and even the aisles were filled with people.

After finishing one song, he answered a few questions from the audience; then he sang another song, interspersed with an impromptu solo. Three hours passed in the blink of an eye; no one checked their watch, and no one left.

Before stepping off the stage, Huang Jialiang waved to the audience: "Next stop, Chongqing. I'll be waiting for you."

The video was uploaded online that same night.

"It was high-energy throughout, and my voice is hoarse from shouting."

"Six thousand for two front-row tickets, worth it."

"Six thousand? My friend booked all thirty seats in the back row."

"Even more explosive than last year's performance by the Heavenly King."

"When they actually let me go up and sing a duet, my legs went weak the moment the microphone was handed to me."

Zhao Yang flew to Chongqing that same day and went straight to the venue to coordinate equipment and traffic flow.

The next morning, Lin Quan taught the band a new song. The arrangement remained the same, but the chorus was transposed and raised by half a key to better match the energy of the live performance.

At noon, Cui Yonghao called.

"Mr. Lin, is there any possibility that the Rose Group will perform in South Korea?"

"No plans at the moment."

"GY covers all expenses: venue, stage design, food, and accommodation. The fee is 20 million Chinese dollars, with an advance payment required."

Lin Quan paused for two seconds: "Next month is fine."

Twenty million is enough to open twenty top-tier blind boxes. His cultivation has been rising rapidly recently... reaching the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, thanks to the daily care of Park Hye-yeon and the others, the nourishment of spirit stones, and the strengthening of his foundation with elixirs, not luck.

Safety is not a concern; three days is sufficient for the round trip. According to the contract, the company takes 60%, and the band gets 40%. With an average daily income of four million, no one can resist that pace.

After hanging up the phone, he got up and went to the training room.

Six girls were stretching, their backs to the ground, their movements clean and efficient. He didn't look at them much, but simply circulated the Chaotic Yin-Yang Divine Art once as usual. After six rounds, his breathing became steady, and his meridians felt slightly warm.

We ate dinner together as usual, and afterwards went back to the top floor of Mingyang Building to take a shower, meditate, and go to sleep.

At 5 p.m. on Saturday, the turnstiles at the Chongqing Gymnasium lit up with a green light. The e-tickets flashed by, and the audience filed in.

At 6 o'clock sharp, Metal Storm took the stage.

"Last time I heard the King of Pop sing, I thought it was worth it. After listening to him today, I realized it's not that he's not good enough, it's that the metal storm is too intense."

"Luckily I didn't listen to the advice and sell tickets. Five hundred yuan? That's like giving money to a beggar."

"I bought a front-row seat for four thousand. When the show ended, the person next to me asked me how much I was selling it for. I said, 'Not for sale.'"

Ten lucky audience members were chosen to sing along on stage at each performance. Some sang off-key, some forgot the lyrics, but Huang Jialiang would smile and add a line, and the whole audience would roar along.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the event, tens of thousands of people remained motionless until the lights gradually came on, at which point they began to stand up, chatting as they walked, their voices still carrying the aftershocks of the event.

One week later, at Huadu Gymnasium.

As soon as the opening song started, the audience in the front row stood up and clapped.

In the chairman's office, Zhao Yang pushed a form towards him: "President Lin, where should the Yuecheng venue be located?"

Lin Quan glanced at it: "It's Yuecheng. How much are the tickets?"

"The first row is three thousand, the second row is two thousand five, the third row is two thousand..." Zhao Yang placed the printed price list on the table.

"Metal Storm has a big reputation, but its foundation is weak. The first row is two thousand, the second row is one thousand six, the third row is one thousand two..." Lin Quan crossed out the original price with his pen and wrote the numbers back.

"I'll leave the domestic tour to Mr. Zhao. I need to take the Roses to South Korea." Lin Quan said calmly.

"Go to South Korea?" Zhao Yang looked up.

"GY Company invited them to perform five shows in a row, and the contract has been signed." Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush.

The Roses were incredibly popular in South Korea, and GY was a long-time partner, with a five-show run costing 100 million NT dollars, and the accounts were crystal clear.

"How long will you stay?"

"One event every three days, sixteen days in total." Lin Quan paused, "Eating too much kimchi makes me nauseous."

After seeing Zhao Yang off, he pushed open the door and entered Park Hye-yeon and the others' recording studio.

After several hours of vocal exercises, harmonizing notes, and adjusting rhythm, my breathing became steady, and my lower abdomen felt slightly warm... I had broken through.

Early stage of the Golden Elixir. Essence, Qi, and Spirit all rise simultaneously.

Six members of a South Korean girl group were asleep on the sofa, their hair still damp with sweat. Lin Quan glanced at them, said nothing, and turned back to his office.

He opened the drawer and took out the Black Dragon Sword.

The sword was jet black, only an inch long, with dragon patterns faintly visible. He bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the sword's spine. With a hum, the sword trembled slightly. The binding was complete, and he stored it in his lower dantian.

With a gentle guidance of his divine sense, the sword flashed, circled the desk three times, and stopped half an inch from his fingertip, hovering without falling.

"If he had this skill earlier, Wu Xiong wouldn't have survived that night."

He sheathed his sword, sat on the sofa, and held a spirit stone in each hand, slowly circulating the Chaos Yin-Yang Divine Art.

This practice not only cultivates internal energy, but also emphasizes the simultaneous cultivation of essence, energy, and spirit. Only when all three are developed in unison can one achieve a stable state of cultivation. His parents started practicing with him in their early years and are now able to regulate their breathing independently.

Seven days later, Lin Quan led Park Hye-yeon and her entourage to South Korea.

Cui Yonghao was waiting at the entrance of the covered bridge. As soon as he saw the figure, he quickly walked up to him: "Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Cui." Lin Quan nodded.

"The hotel is all arranged, please." Cui Yonghao stepped aside to lead the way.

When the car arrived at the hotel, Lin Quan walked into the presidential suite, looked around, nodded in approval, and only glanced at the double bed... which was a bit narrow.

Cui Yonghao chatted with him for ten minutes before tactfully taking his leave.

The five-city tour was a sell-out. GY suggested adding more shows, but Lin Quan declined. Once the payment was received, the entire group returned home.

No one dared to delay payment. They had personally witnessed Lin Quan break a three-meter steel beam with his bare hands, and they had also heard the sound engineer backstage say that when he stood at the side of the stage listening to the sound, he could even point out the millisecond error in the reverberation delay.

With 100 million in revenue, Xinghai paid taxes according to regulations, and the share was deposited into each person's account.

Back at Mingyang Building, Lin Quan bought a hundred blind boxes.

"One hundred million, gone in the blink of an eye."

Inside, there were spirit stones, immortal stones, Qi-gathering pills, Qi-strengthening ointments... and a pair of sneakers.

The technical data is complete: a full set of drawings for the extreme ultraviolet lithography machine, optical path design, vacuum chamber process parameters, and light source calibration algorithm.

But we can't make it... We don't have a production line, a team, or a billion-dollar budget, so we don't even have the right to try and fail.

He decided to sell the technology.

The world is still struggling with 28-nanometer deep ultraviolet wafers, and mass production is stuck on yield rates.

He wasn't afraid of leaks or being traced back to the source. The presence of a Golden Core cultivator was the strongest endorsement.

The patent application was handed over to Zhang Qiang.

After reading through the materials for more than ten days, Lin Quan drove to Huaxing Group.

He got that sky-blue sports car from a blind box; it had all the necessary license plates, insurance, and ownership transfer. It's worth over 20 million yuan on the market—it's beautiful, and really expensive.