Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

With three consecutive strikes of qi, the remaining night demons screamed and scattered, no longer daring to huddle together. He chased after the last few staggering fleeing figures, his blade flashing, finishing off another hundred or so. Even those struggling in their death throes were worth a point, a life; a thousand points was never too many for him.

On the way back, I took care of the stray Night Demons I encountered along the way. Back at the base, I showered, ate, loaded magazines, and practiced aiming, feeling completely relaxed. After dinner, I practiced standing meditation in the living room, my breathing even, and my bones cracking slightly.

Now, the nearby demons tremble at the sight of him... not because they can't beat him, but because they remember how fast his blade is and how hot his aura is after just one encounter. Instinct beats their brains, and they turn and run.

The "Xingyi Five Elements Fist," earned with a thousand points, requires reaching the Gang Jin realm to truly grasp the threshold of Gang Qi. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, slowly circulating his thoughts according to the visualization technique. This method doesn't train the physical body, but focuses on cultivating the soul. A higher soul attribute means one more use of one's special ability.

"Done. Soul attribute 800, officially advancing to the fourth tier."

After the breakthrough, the value quietly increased, like a stream silently flowing through a crack in the rocks. I practiced until dawn broke, then stopped and opened my eyes… 832 points.

He looked down at his palm: "Can I now fire three-tier fireballs or lightning balls eight hundred and thirty-two times in a row?"

A fourth-tier soul can cast a same-tier ability with one point of attribute for each casting; at the third tier, it takes ten points for one casting... a tenfold difference.

I took two naps during the day and then went to the ruins of the military camp to scavenge some martial arts pills, filling my backpack to the brim.

I moved the car to another intersection, turned off the engine, and sat quietly, waiting for the night to fall.

Clear the area, move to another location, clear the area again. As soon as it was light, they pried open a nearby house and went to sleep.

Days flowed by like water, and the main quest completion notification quietly appeared in the corner of the view.

"2768530 points...that's really impressive."

Inside the God's Space, Lin Quan's lips curled up in a genuine smile.

Song Shuer had over 43,000 points, and Yiwanga had just over 18,000.

谷徸

Lin Quan gritted his teeth and swiped away one million points, causing his lightning-type ability progress bar to leap to the fourth tier.

"Let's hold off on fire for now. Lightning is enough."

The upgrade price was firm: a million, not a penny less. At the moment of deduction, his fingertips paused, as if pricked by a needle.

"Extreme Yang constitution, one million, buy."

Another pause, three seconds of silence, then confirmation.

A wave of warmth instantly washed over my limbs and bones, as if I were wrapped in cotton wool soaked through in the winter sun, and my blood felt warmer.

With this physique, he is among the pinnacle of martial arts, and he can practice masculine attack techniques with ease, making his combat strength comparable to top cultivators of the same level.

"Nine Yang Divine Skill, ten thousand."

Once the thought was settled, the scriptures, mantras, breathing routes, and taboos all flooded into my mind, as clear as if they were engraved.

"Practice it to the highest level first, then figure out the subsequent attack methods."

The remaining balance is 758,530.

"Buy 1,000 days of cultivation time."

The door closed, and the light in the cultivation room came on. He sat cross-legged on the futon, his breathing long and even, the Nine Yang True Qi rising from his dantian and flowing upwards along his meridians.

"The first level is complete."

"The second level is complete."

"The third level is complete."

……

"The ninth level has been completed."

In less than two months, he reached the pinnacle of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

"It truly lives up to the name 'Ultimate Yang'."

100,000 points can be redeemed for the "Pure Yang Divine Skill".

"The Supreme Yang Divine Skill, a million points... Forget it." He shook his head, suppressing the thought.

From then on, he contemplated it every day, without any distractions.

With only half an hour left to cultivate, he examined himself internally: physical attributes 1599, soul attributes 1599, energy attributes 1599... Just considering these three attributes alone, he had already reached the limit of the fifth rank.

Account balance: 74527.

"What should I buy?"

"Lingbo Weibu, 10,000."

"Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, 10,000."

"Extinction Cross Blade, ten thousand."

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, ten thousand."

On a whim, I added the Dragon Soul Blade from "Snowflake Goddess Dragon" to my cart, spending 30,000 points.

I'll spend another 30,000 to get 3,000 days of cultivation time.

In the cultivation room, relying on his profound Nine Yang and Pure Yang foundation, he mastered the seventh level of the Qiankun Great Shift technique in just three months.

After achieving success, Lingbo Weibu stepped out of the smoke, Tianshan Zhemei Hand dismantled moves as if untying a rope, and Miejue Shizi Dao cleaved through the air with the wind... all with unstoppable momentum.

After three thousand days, all three unique skills were mastered.

He opened his eyes and stared at the string of numbers at the end of the account: 613530.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

"So... this is how points are used, that makes sense."

With a thought, 300,000 points were deducted from the account, and the values ​​of body, soul, and energy each increased by one point.

"One thousand five hundred and ninety-nine is the fifth rank, one thousand six hundred and above is the sixth rank... one attribute increases by one, and the realm advances by one level."

Lin Quan felt relieved and casually transferred another 100,000 points to expand the space ring.

"Up to nine meters in length, width, and height? And a volume of 729 cubic meters?"

"Unlimited six-barrel Gatling guns, 50,000 barrels per gun, order now."

The moment I held the gun, my knuckles burned, and a surge of energy welled up inside me.

This thing doesn't have the problem of overheating barrels... Just like his Infinite Desert Eagle, even after firing tens of thousands of rounds, the rifling remains perfectly intact, and the gun body stays ice-cold.

He picked and bought some talismans of ranks one through four, leaving him with 58,372 points in his account, so he stopped. Each rank four talisman was worth 100,000 points, so he only took three.

Pushing open the door, pulling Ivanka along, they headed straight for Song Shuer's room for a good time.

I spent another 5,000 points to go back to the real world and rest for three days.

Returning to the main god space, the three continued their physical training, sparring, and stake-pressing exercises, sweating profusely and cracking their muscles and bones.

Not many people died in the last world. By day, people rummaged through ruins for canned goods, and by night, they curled up in a corner. Night demons rarely showed themselves. Once the main quest was completed, plus a hundred points from the newbie gift pack, they were well-fed, well-rested, and had no trouble.

Three days later, a flash of white light appeared, and everyone's feet suddenly gave way, landing them in a scorched battlefield.

"Main Quest: Survive for thirty days. Side Quest 1: Kill a member of a common race, earn five points; Side Quest 2: Kill a member of the demon faction, earn one thousand points."

Lin Quan glanced around; there were over two hundred players. He didn't say anything, but many newcomers were already pale and their hands were trembling so much they couldn't hold their things.

The countdown reached zero, and a roar came from afar: "Retreat! Retreat now!" A group of soldiers stumbled and ran westward.

"Stay close to them," Lin Quan said.

With the situation unclear, sticking close to the characters in the story is better than stumbling around blindly.

Before the words were even finished, several unarmed novices had just turned around when they were torn in two by a single claw from the attacking insectoid... The insectoid was two meters tall at the shoulder, and its carapace was shiny black.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." The heavy machine gun fire lashed out wildly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Someone drew their Infinite Desert Eagle and pulled the trigger hard at the swarming insect shadows in their field of vision.

Ivanka leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Brother Quan, I know this movie well, Starship Troopers 2."

"Hmm," Lin Quan replied, his gun never leaving the target.

There are too many bugs; you really can't tough it out. In the last world, Pan Baiyi had just finished claiming the main quest rewards when he was instantly killed by a jumping bug that pierced his throat.

Half of the newcomers collapsed on the spot.

As soon as Ma Feng opened his mouth, Ye Wen nodded... The two had made contact in the last world, and together with Li Xiaolong, the three of them had long been united as one.

Lin Quan retreated with the Star River team, turning his gun to fire at the pursuing troops.

With a six-barreled Gatling gun in hand, the roar was deafening, and the ammunition flowed like a waterfall.

Wherever it passed, insect shells shattered, severed limbs flew everywhere, and debris was scattered all over the ground.