Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Back in the old house, Lin Quan opened the safe, and gently placed medals, certificates, and trophies on the table. As his fingertips brushed the edges of the bronze badges, memories flooded back.

"The only thing missing is a child."

"Twenty-two years, from private to senior colonel, it wasn't all for nothing that I carried this uniform."

A few days later, Lin Quan began to get restless.

Having spent so much time in the army, the sounds of bugles and commands were ingrained in his very bones. The first few days back in the village were still novel, but from the third day onwards, he felt his ears were hollow, his hands and feet were light, and even food lost some of its flavor.

"Serving in the military isn't a lifelong commitment; leaving is inevitable sooner or later."

"Now that you're gone, you should live a down-to-earth life."

He shook off those thoughts and took Shen Ge to the fishpond behind the house.

"Did we quit a little too early?" Lin Quan asked as he cast his line.

"It's a bit early, but when it's time to retire, no one can stop you." Shen Ge sat on a small stool, staring at the buoy. "Besides, your parents and my parents are all over sixty, and my grandparents are eighty-seven... Retiring two years early means I can spend a few more years with them, it's worth it."

Lin Quan didn't speak, he just nodded.

He caught three or four pounds of crucian carp, carried them home, and personally scaled and gutted them. Despite over twenty years of honing his physical skills with guns, he was a complete novice at the stove. In the end, it was his father, Lin Weijun, who took over the task of braising the fish.

Lying in bed that night, Lin Quan suddenly had an idea: to go to a culinary school and learn for a few months.

Without discussion or hesitation, a few days later, he and Shen Ge enrolled together, becoming the oldest pair of students at the culinary academy.

The teacher stared blankly at the registration form: "A man in his forties coming to learn how to use a wok? This is the first time I've seen that."

Lin Quan just smiled and said, "Paying for classes is a matter of course." Shen Ge nodded calmly, looking like she was about to go to a market.

Lin Quan had a good memory, steady movements, and precise control of the heat. He tossed the wok like a boxer, and within half a month, he had mastered the arc of his movements. Shen Ge, on the other hand, was patient and her knife skills became more and more refined with practice. After paying half a year's tuition and studying for more than two months, the two of them returned to their village to try out their dishes before even receiving their graduation certificates.

They took turns cooking for weddings and funerals in the village; half a month later, they went south to Guangdong and stayed at Lin Quan's parents' house. Lin Quan put on an apron and cooked three meals in a row. Shen Ge had been with him for nearly twenty years, but he had rarely cooked a bowl of soup for his parents-in-law.

Shen Cheng picked up a piece of fish and sighed with a smile, "It would be even more perfect if we had a grandson or granddaughter."

Lin Quan lowered his head and ate his rice, not saying a word, his chopsticks pausing for two seconds.

Later, they frequently traveled between the two places, occasionally hitchhiking to see the mountains and stroll through the towns, without rushing or checking off destinations, resting wherever they happened to be. Their days were like the surface of a fishpond, calm and shimmering.

You gradually get used to it... It's not about forcing yourself to adapt, it's about truly settling down.

With a monthly pension of over 59,000 yuan, the family of three (including the elderly father) has all their food, clothing, and daily necessities covered, and there's still some left over.

Living in the countryside, grains and vegetables are produced locally, pigs, chickens, ducks and geese are free-range on the hillside, and firewood, rice, oil and salt don't cost much.

The national average is 12,000 yuan, but he alone earns more than a family of five combined.

Over the past two decades, he has received numerous awards and commendations, totaling over 100 million yuan in prize money. He kept small amounts in his bank account and donated large sums of money one by one, leaving not a single penny for himself.

The habits formed in the military remain: leftover food is not thrown away, old clothes are not discarded, and the tap is turned off tightly before leaving.

The illusion dissipated like mist, and a wisp of essence quietly sank into Lin Quan's body.

"In other dimensions, I had many women around me; but here, there's only Shen Ge."

"The environment dictates which path a person takes, and one's status determines how a person lives... This is true, but a more accurate way to put it is: a person should fulfill their responsibilities according to their position."

In the world of special forces, he chose the path of military service. From the day he put on his uniform, he never put "I" before "discipline."

Lin Quan sat quietly for a moment, then summoned his clone Zhong Guohong and asked him to go to the Immortal Realm to see Ji Taizu, check on Steward Zhou, and add a few new tea bushes to Hunyuan Manor.

After that, he set off alone and landed on Paradise Island.

Eighty-one avatars, eighty-one worlds. With a single thought, he was already on the other shore.

Lin Quan glanced at Wanda, Natasha, and the others' academic progress, nodded slightly in his mind, and silently switched places with his clone.

"At this rate, my parents will have to endure for several hundred more years before they can even step into the realm of immortality."

"The only difference between the celestial realm and the mortal realm is that the spiritual energy is denser and the level is higher. The other rules, operations, and laws are actually quite similar."

"With my current abilities, I can roam freely in the Immortal Realm and the Divine Realm; even if I enter the Holy Realm, I will definitely not be the bottom of the barrel."

He raised his hand and drew a time barrier, drawing upon the power of the celestial realm's origin and activating the energy accumulated in the treasure basin, steadily practicing the "Dragon Elephant Undying Technique".

More than 30,000 years have passed, and the strength of the physical body has jumped from "top-grade innate treasure" to "low-grade chaotic spiritual treasure".

In the main universe, within Haizhou, at exactly 3 PM, a halo appeared in the sky without warning.

Upon receiving the message, Lin Quan flicked his finger, and the circle of light moved to the Wuxian Gymnasium... On the surface, it was a sports stadium, but in reality, it was the entrance to the Interdimensional Liaison Office.

Xiao Bai, a cosmic venerable, has been monitoring dozens of coordinates in the main universe, the Iron Man world, and the Dragon and Snake Romance world for many years. Whenever there is a spatial fluctuation in the Milky Way, he can immediately pinpoint the location without even lifting his eyelids.

Lin Quan greeted his family and then instantly teleported to the liaison office.

"Director Lin, did you bring this aperture over?" Wang Zhennan asked as he approached.

"Okay," Lin Quan replied, then added, "I'll go inside and take a look."

"Be mindful of your limits," Wang Zhennan said, only uttering four words.

Lin Quan nodded and stepped into the light circle.

"Magnolia Continent... Linley Baruch? Panlong World?"

With a sweep of his divine sense, he absorbed the vast landscape, the laws of the heavens, and the vital energy of all living beings into his heart.

With a slight thought, he sent a shower of divine essences into the treasure basin.

"Lin Lei later became Lin Meng, and I already knew all the attack techniques he created in the Stellar Transformation world."

"This place is of little use to me."

He scanned all the inherited cultivation techniques of this world in the blink of an eye, then turned and went back.

"Perhaps due to the suppression of the main universe's rules, the main god of the Panlong world is only at the level of a celestial immortal."

"And in the Stellar Transformation world that evolved from the Treasure Basin, the 'Main God' that Lin Meng mentioned has the strength to rival that of a Golden Immortal."

The Lesser Thousand Worlds have a lower ceiling, the Middle Thousand Worlds have a higher ceiling, and only the Greater Thousand Worlds can truly support the struggle for the Great Dao.

If the main universe is a vast world, then the Panlong world barely even reaches the middle level; it's more like a small world.

Upon seeing him return, Wang Zhennan immediately asked, "What's the situation on the other side?"

"Have you read 'Panlong'?" Lin Quan asked in return.

"Just finished watching it. I stayed up all night watching it the other day." Wang Zhennan smiled and rubbed his temples.

"Over there is the Panlong World from the book, where Lin Lei is only five or six years old right now."

"Refine a divine spark and become a god; living for tens of millions of years isn't difficult," Wang Zhennan grinned.

"The 'god' they speak of is not a true god, but his lifespan is indeed endless," Lin Quan said calmly.

"If you can't become an immortal, becoming a Panlong God is still a viable path." Wang Zhennan nodded.

"Only those above the Saint Realm can refine their Divine Spark, so I brought some back with me..." Lin Quan said, flipping his fingertips, and several crystals with flowing light floated in mid-air.

"After becoming a god, can one ascend to higher realms?" Wang Zhennan asked, staring at the few divine sparks.