Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He stuffed the gold and jade into his backpack, held the gene enhancement potion in his hand, and after swiping through 5,000 points, he was already standing downstairs in his own building.

After his parents fell asleep, he put his things on the coffee table in the living room, left a note, and left at three in the morning without turning on the lights or looking back.

When I opened my eyes again, the cold light of the Main God Space was blinding. Balance: 251238.

"Mom and Dad got their shots, and all three of their stats are over 300." He patted his pocket, his fingertips touching the folded corner of the empty medicine box. "Alright, I have no more worries."

The shop page opened, and 110,000 points were spent... Fire-type ability, leveled up to the third tier.

"Soul attribute, 478."

Exchange 10,000 points for lightning-type abilities; then spend another 111,000 points, and the lightning type will steadily reach the third tier.

"Four hundred and ninety-nine... stuck at the top of the second tier."

The account has 30,238 remaining.

"Each point increase in the second tier is worth 200 points," he calculated in his mind. "I have over 25,000 left, enough to spend."

After deducting 20,000 points, the physical attribute is now fixed at 399. Balance: 5,238.

After a three-second pause, 730 points were spent, raising the energy attribute to 199.

I bought 300 days of seclusion with 3,000 points.

That evening, Song Shu'er brought him hot soup and handed him a towel. He didn't refuse, nor did he say much, only nodding his thanks. Several hours passed, and she got up to leave, closing the door quietly without making a sound.

Lin Quan returned to his room, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing... He practiced Xingyi Five Elements Fist, step by step, disassembling and reassembling each move.

"The visible strength has reached its limit, but the hidden strength... is still lingering within the skin and flesh."

For over a hundred days, he barely slept. One early morning, as he swung his fist for the 723rd time, his shoulder blade suddenly relaxed, and a resilient force flowed down his spine, like water seeping into dry soil... He abruptly stopped, palm facing upward, and gave a gentle tremor.

The air vibrated with a buzzing sound.

"Soft yet penetrating. It doesn't break the skin externally, but it already injures the internal organs." He exhaled slowly, "The lethality has more than doubled."

His soul attribute is stuck at the peak of the second tier, and his energy attribute has just broken through the zero-tier limit... He is now a genuine first-tier cultivator.

A fireball thrown out will burn anyone below level three if they try to withstand it; a lightning ball sizzles down, and even a level three expert has to dodge it... If you're lucky, it's not uncommon to take someone down on the spot.

After 300 days, the energy attribute quietly climbed to 299.

The stronger your body, the more vigorous your Qi and blood. You'll improve by one point every day you practice. You don't need to push it; it just flows out on its own.

I have only 478 points left.

He got up and walked towards Song Shu'er's room.

Pushing open the door, she saw two bowls of hot noodles on the table, and she was picking up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks.

"Eat up." She handed him the chopsticks and, before he could reach for them, put a piece of braised beef in his bowl.

We discussed our ideas after the meal.

In the previous world, Song Shu'er earned a total of 19,321 points.

With 174,900 points invested, all three attributes were boosted to 299.

Space ring, unlimited crossbow, full set of tactical gear, compressed biscuits, mineral water, grenades, high-powered flashlight... In the end, only 178 yuan remained in the account.

Superpowers? Physique? Bloodline? She stared at the shop list for half a minute, her finger hovering over the confirm button before finally withdrawing it.

Buying it won't help if you don't have enough points.

Hand grenades cost one dollar each, cheap and effective; bloodline and constitution are ridiculously expensive and slow to take effect, so it's better to improve your attributes first.

With a physical attribute of 299, she starts at 12 meters per second; her energy supports her endurance, allowing her to run all day without getting out of breath; and with her soul at this level, illusions, hypnosis, and mental suppression are all kept at bay.

She remembered clearly the last time she saw Lin Quan throw a fireball... The ball's speed was around six meters. With her current reaction, she could dodge it within three steps by turning to the side, sliding, or shifting her body.

The two had just come out of the house when Ma Feng, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, swaggered over and asked, "Lin Quan, how much did you make last time?"

"A little over eight thousand five hundred, plus a thousand mission points." Lin Quan took the water he was handed and gulped it down.

"And you, Sister Song?"

"Just a little short, four thousand two." She smiled and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Brother Long is the real pro, over twelve thousand."

Ma Feng grinned: "I risked my life and cleared more than 2,000 zombies in 30 days, but with the mission points, I only got a little over 3,000."

Li Xiaolong stood at the end of the corridor, wiping his knife, the blade gleaming bluish-green. He chopped over three hundred zombies every day, each stroke clean and decisive... They didn't flinch, nor did they know how to retreat; they just stood there, waiting.

Li Xiaolong's attacks were swift, accurate, and ruthless; with a single slash, the zombie fell to the ground—a common occurrence.

Jin Xing and Su Mang were starving, their eyes glazed over as they stared intently at Ma Feng.

Li Xiaolong was focused on practicing martial arts and didn't know these two people at all, let alone intend to borrow their points.

In the God Realm, points are life... everyone knows that.

If it were real money, even if it only cost 100,000 Chinese yuan to exchange for a little bit, Ma Feng wouldn't even frown; but when it came to Jin Xing and Su Mang speaking, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

In the last world, these two would scream all the time, almost killing him several times.

If they hadn't been dragging their feet, Li Xiaochuan and Du Fenze might have survived.

Now look what's happened, she's starving and she's asking him for points to buy food... Ma Feng shook his head without even thinking.

One point is enough to buy a box of bullets, or a case of bottled water...

Lin Quan pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to him with a smile: "Mr. Ma, would you like one?"

"Thanks." Ma Feng took it, took out a lighter, and lit it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he chatted briefly with Li Xiaolong and Ma Feng, then put his arm around Song Shuer's waist and pushed open the door to his room.

The cultivation time has long been exhausted, and there are still more than 30 hours left before the next mission begins.

Although Song Shuer's physique has improved significantly, she is still no match for him.

After more than an hour of complete relaxation, Lin Quan enjoyed a comfortable hot bath.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Jin Xing and Su Mang will most likely not survive more than three days in the next world."

"These two overreacting burdens are not worth a helping hand from Ma Feng and Li Xiaolong."

"In the end, you have to rely on yourself... Only when you have a strong fist can you have a wide road."

Standing meditation, practicing boxing, eating, bathing, practicing shooting... life went on in such a simple and down-to-earth way.

With only half an hour left before the plot was about to begin, Lin Quan and Song Shu'er walked out of the room one after the other.

"Lin Quan, Song Shu'er, shall we team up and go together? Me, Brother Long, and the two of you," Ma Feng asked.

Jin Xing and Su Mang, their voices weak with hunger, nodded hastily, "We absolutely won't let you down!"

"Is everyone here?" Lin Quan asked back.

"Brother Long, me, and the two of you," Ma Feng answered crisply.

"No need, the two of us can team up." Lin Quan waved his hand.

"Mr. Ma, take us with you!" Jin Xing hurriedly stepped forward.

"I don't want to die with you as soon as I enter this world." Ma Feng glanced at the two of them, his tone indifferent.

Inside the spaceship cabin, more than thirty people gradually opened their eyes and woke up.

"There are thirty-eight players this time," Lin Quan said, having already counted them.

Song Shuer, Li Xiaolong, Ma Feng, and the others also looked around at the faces.

"Teacher Jin?" a young Chinese man blurted out.

"Ivanka?" A Star Nation's eyes lit up.