Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Wang Chao stared at the account numbers and blinked repeatedly. That very night, he bought a detached house with a yard in the suburbs.

Once the news spread, a group of people immediately sprang into action: some wrote "A Guide to Techniques in the Iron Man World," others compiled "A Beginner's Guide to Avoiding Pitfalls in the Mr. Zombie World," and still others camped out in the superpowered game world recording videos, teaching how to reliably acquire initial superpowers and avoid beginner death traps...

For example, in the world of superpowered games, how do superpowers come about?

All sorts of cross-disciplinary guides are flooding the internet.

Once the rating system went online, these guidelines were divided into overall rankings, monthly rankings, weekly rankings, and daily rankings.

If you read more books, you'll be able to avoid detours and get ahead of others when you actually arrive in another world.

People from other worlds who want to go to the main universe's China flock online to check routes.

Chinese people who want to enter the world of Panlong and become gods all search for guides on Wanjie.com.

On the Multiverse Network, you can use Multiverse Coins to exchange for Battle Qi Techniques and Magic Manuals.

Some guides even outline the methods for quickly mastering battle aura and magic.

Even how martial artists deal with warriors and how they counter mages are clearly listed online.

Guns are banned in the main universe of China, but there is no such rule in the Panlong world.

Upon landing, the first thing to do is to go to the camp and find a few assault rifles and a few boxes of bullets... Level 1 to 3 warriors and mages basically cannot withstand three rounds of gunfire.

Someone wrote a guide to making money;

Someone wrote a guide to Panlong, specifically teaching how to hunt demons;

Someone wrote a guide to Panlong, specifically about how to proceed steadily and surely.

Countless Chinese people crossed over like this.

Panlong World, Yulan Continent.

After a deafening burst of firecrackers, the Panlong Maoshan School officially opened its doors.

"Brother Lin, congratulations!" One after another, the elders of the Xuanmen sect arrived at the door, their gift boxes piled high.

In Mr. Zombie's world, becoming an immortal is harder than ascending to heaven.

On Panlong's side, the Investiture of the Gods holds real promise. The Maoshan Sect and the Longhu Sect have both taken root in Yulan.

Lin Jiu and the others had a clear plan: first, they would prove their divine status in Panlong, and then slowly cultivate immortality in the world of Mr. Zombie.

The divine body is immortal, and lifespan is endless... If you live long enough, becoming an immortal is only a matter of time.

Lin Jiu's physique is approaching the peak of the planetary level. He is skilled in talismans, thunder magic, sword control, and alchemy. Almost no one in Yulan can rival him.

Beirut, the ruler of the Yulan Continent, had long been warned by Lin Quan that he dared not touch a single Chinese person.

The entire Panlong world was right under Xiaobai's nose.

If Beirut dares to lay a hand on any Chinese or Chinese people, it will vanish in the next second.

The cosmic lord in Swallowed Star has a combat power roughly equivalent to a celestial being in the immortal realm.

The main deity of Panlong is only of this caliber.

Although Xiaobai is only a Universe Venerable, his physical body is as hard as a mid-grade divine artifact.

Now, when it makes a move, even a Golden Immortal cannot stop it;

Even if a ninth-tier Xuanxian were to strike it ten times with all his might, it wouldn't even break its skin.

All Chinese people from other countries are strictly prohibited from indiscriminately killing innocent people.

Anyone who acts recklessly in another world will be punished by Xiaobai on the spot according to the Laws of All Worlds.

A thousand-mile-long dike can be breached by an ant hole... The laws of the myriad worlds arose in response to this situation.

If left unchecked, the main universe will sooner or later be besieged by countless minor and medium-sized worlds.

In Lin Quan's eyes, Panlong is the training ground for the Chinese people.

Even though he could destroy the mortal realm, tear apart the immortal realm, and suppress the divine court with a wave of his hand, he had no intention of running wild.

There was none before, and there is even less now.

Over two decades of training and experience in the special forces world have forged his character and temperament into something truly solid.

In this vast world, is strength the ultimate authority?

But most people still want to be respectable people.

When someone truly wants to do evil, it's often not because they want to, but because they've been forced into a corner.

When life gets tough and debts pile up, you unknowingly become the kind of person you used to despise.

Tens of thousands of Chinese people flocked to Panlong.

Local strongmen have always done as they please, and they don't care about any rules.

Where there are people, there is conflict; where there is conflict, there is tension.

Who doesn't have a few people they care about? Who doesn't have a few close friends? The only difference is the number.

After several back-and-forth exchanges, the time travelers and the natives started fighting.

You burned my brother with a fireball, so I'll use a sniper rifle to send you a message.

Less than half a month later, the Interdimensional Liaison Office was sitting across from Beirut.

If we don't lend a hand, the Yulan Continent might be reduced to ruins.

If this continues, nuclear warheads will eventually bloom on magnolias.

Beirut, the ruler of this plane, may not say it, but he is suffering inwardly.

The person from another world who was keeping watch on him was far stronger than he had anticipated.

If it really comes down to a head-on collision, all that will be left of the magnolia tree is scorched earth.

The trouble started with the local cultivators.

People who are used to using their fists to express themselves naturally lack tact and restraint in their words and actions.

It's no wonder they'd argue if they encountered a transmigrator who couldn't tolerate any flaws.

You cut one of my pieces, I'll chop off two of yours; as the fight goes on, more and more people gather on both sides.

Beirut had no choice but to implement the Multiverse Law in Magnolia.

One by one, he personally wiped out any local cultivators who dared to cross the line.

Lin Quan stayed at Hunyuan Mountain Villa for a few days and then went to Paradise Island.

Wanda, Natasha... After Selena ascended to heaven, every gesture she made exuded an indescribable charm.

Paradise Island was quiet, and only the people around him lived there.

Rest when you want, laugh when you want; life is simple, yet very fulfilling.

Lin Quan travels between Hunyuan Villa and Paradise Island, living a relaxed and carefree life.

His cultivation was stuck at a bottleneck, and the spiritual energy stored in the treasure basin was running low. Taking another step forward would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

His current cultivation level in spirit refinement and his mastery of the laws have firmly established him at the peak of the Earthly Saint realm; his physical strength is also comparable to a low-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure. With the simultaneous pressure of body refinement, spirit refinement, and law mastery, the energy required for his breakthrough far exceeds his current reserves. The Treasure Basin cannot provide enough, and he can only rely on years of gradual refinement.

In his spare time, he pondered the laws and rules, and occasionally took his family to explore various small worlds.

After spending the New Year at home, I visited several of my father-in-law and mother-in-law. After making my rounds, I was bored, so I took out the treasure bowl and casually conjured up a magical realm.

After a moment's thought, he took the first Expendables movie as the core and added some other elements.

With everything arranged, a thought stirred within him, and a wisp of his spirit quietly sank into the illusion.

"Twenty years old, from Singapore, of Chinese descent, name and appearance are the same as before... Unfortunately, he's a good-for-nothing."

"A Xingyi Quan school that has closed down. It's a fairly large place, and he lives there by himself."

Once the memory was settled, Lin Quan went out and bought a lot of food.

"Without real skills, you won't even be able to walk steadily in Singapore."

He returned to the boxing gym on edge, locked the door, and immediately sat down to practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

He found this technique in a corner of an abandoned prayer hall in Tibet before he transmigrated here.

The complete skill has thirteen levels. Once the first level is completed, one can withstand 100 kilograms; the second level doubles that to 200 kilograms; the third level doubles again to 400 kilograms... By the thirteenth level, one can withstand more than 400,000 kilograms of force.

He stayed indoors all day, devoting himself entirely to this skill, except for three meals and sleep.

After a month of arduous practice, the first level was initially completed;

After another three months, the second floor was completed;

More than two years later, the third floor finally stood firmly.

"I have the strength of 400 kilograms, but the little I've accumulated in my previous life is almost gone."