Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

This weapon is forged from a single piece of material, shaped by cutting, and quenched and tempered twice. It can split steel bars like cutting tofu.

The weight of over 300 kilograms was just right when Lin Quan tried it out.

"It can only turn, not reverse, and it doesn't have brakes... Just make do with it."

"If it's not fast enough, add another tiger."

The tiger saddle was remade, and Tiger One was added to the cart-pulling team.

Lin Quan then used real, hard-earned methods to subdue two high-level white tigers.

Now, with roads leading from both ends and vehicles pulling from all four, the road goes straight without detours or delays.

They walked and stopped, picking up supplies and clearing out monsters along the way.

Three years later, Lin Quan's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill reached the thirteenth level.

"Physical strength of 410,000 kilograms. The strongest defense among level nine monsters, it would shatter if it took one hit from me."

The strongest level nine monster weighs at most 50,000 kilograms, which is less than one-eighth of his strength.

"The offensive strategy has reached its limit; going any further is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

The white tiger pulls the cart, traveling two hundred kilometers a day. Occasionally, it encounters women seeking a ride, and if they catch its eye, it lets them on.

Nowadays, Singapore no longer values ​​money, only fists.

The newly boarded girl is not qualified to learn Xingyi Wuxingquan.

Having learned his lesson, Lin Quan would never pass on this set of boxing techniques again, let alone the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

For someone who has never practiced martial arts, the absorption rate of green, yellow, red, or purple cores is at most 80%.

Maggie and Sandra have been training for several years and have now steadily surpassed 90%.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

The "Expendables World" that evolved from the Treasure Basin has long since vanished, and a wisp of its essence has quietly returned to Lin Quan's body.

"My modified Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique is too domineering. In the illusionary realm for decades, I have never lost once."

"Pain is what sharpens bones. A new world is created specifically for suffering."

"Pain is tripled... No pain, no gain."

After scouring through his memories of movies and TV series, Lin Quan decided on the new territory: the Human Race's Guardian.

"In a world overrun by demons, without a cheat code? In my opinion, it wouldn't last three chapters."

"The cheat ability can't be too strong... if it's too strong, it'll be invincible in a few days; it also can't be too weak... if it's too weak, it'll be dead before it even shows its face."

"What I want is pain, not pleasure. The cheat code is 'immortality': immortality, nothing more."

The human race's guardian is not of a high world level, but the energy absorbed by the treasure basin every day is enough to create hundreds of illusions of the same level in one go.

He spent half a month playing at Hunyuan Manor and Paradise Island. After enjoying himself to the fullest, his spirit quietly drifted into a new realm.

Having digested the memories of his "predecessor," the transmigrator Lin Quan stepped toward the Demon Suppression Division.

This body originally belonged to a trainee demon hunter in the Yellow Division of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

After identifying himself, Lin Quan entered the first floor of the library.

"The protagonist, Shen Changqing, has a cheat ability: he upgrades his attack techniques by accumulating kill points."

"I'm from another world, but my cheat system... doesn't seem to have arrived yet."

"If you practice like him, you'll never catch up in your entire life."

The Great Qin Dynasty, the Demon Suppression Division.

The name Shen Changqing reminded Lin Quan of an old book he had read in his previous life.

"The Pure Yang Technique is extremely yang and powerful, requiring simultaneous internal and external cultivation... This is the first one I'll choose."

After flipping through the pages for more than ten minutes, Lin Quan finally found the thin book on a wooden shelf in the corner of the library.

Memorize it word by word, without missing a single word, then put the book together and leave.

Back in the courtyard, he sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing and concentrate his mind according to the incantation.

Three days later, my fingertips felt slightly numb, and a wisp of heat moved through my abdomen... It was done, true qi was beginning to emerge.

Eating, sleeping, practicing martial arts—that's all he does.

Both were apprentice demon slayers in the Yellow Division and both transmigrated from another world, but Shen Changqing had a control panel while Lin Quan did not.

"Pure Yang True Qi is too weak, its effect on body tempering is very poor."

"Then first cultivate your inner energy, then refine your body... It's all about the unity of inner and outer."

With all distracting thoughts gone, he focused solely on that one breath, steadily nurturing and meticulously refining it.

A month later, there was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, one sees Liu Chang, the manager of the Yellow Department's Demon Exorcism Academy.

"Greetings, Steward Liu."

Liu Chang sized him up: "His talent is decent. He's mastered the basics in a month, which isn't slow."

Lin Quan cupped his hands and smiled, "Manager, you flatter me. Compared to those geniuses, I'm nowhere near their level."

"The deadline is up, time to take on the new job."

Lin Quan's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't haggle: "Please give your orders, Steward."

"Same as always... patrol the second level of the Demon Suppression Prison."

"Yes!" he answered readily, but his heart sank.

The Demon Suppression Prison is filled with demons, monsters, ghosts, and strange creatures.

Even with iron chains binding him and talismans sealing him, just standing outside the prison door, the chill seeped straight into his bones.

During his last prison patrol, his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

It's not cowardice, it's human nature to be afraid... Who is born daring to look directly at something that eats people?

He's not Shen Changqing; he doesn't have that panel to rely on. He only has one life, and his cheat ability is nowhere to be seen.

As he walked, he pondered: Since we can kill them, why not? Keep them alive for the New Year?

He took the prison register and stepped into the gates of the Demon Suppression Prison.

Following the register, they looked through each prison cell one by one.

"What are you afraid of? They can't get out."

The thought came to mind, and my shoulders relaxed.

But the chill still crept up from the soles of my feet, and a stench mixed with the smell of decay suddenly filled my nostrils.

The first room, a haunted house in a painting, is named "Charming Woman."

The woman in the painting has captivating eyes and a radiant smile; her beauty is so striking it makes one's throat tighten.

Lin Quan bit her lower lip hard, blood seeping out, the pain bringing her back to her senses.

"My lord, am I pretty?" Her voice was as soft as honey wrapped around a knife.

He tasted the salty, fishy flavor on his tongue, confirming that he hadn't been bewitched. He cursed inwardly, "What bad luck!" and turned to look at the next spot.

After patrolling the second floor, he didn't go up any further.

The mission only required him to go to the second floor, so he didn't even glance at it, much less peek out.

The protagonist dares to gamble with his life, but he doesn't. His cheat-like abilities haven't arrived yet, and he can't afford to make mistakes with his life.

After handing in his task, he went back to his room and closed the door. He stood in the corner and silently counted, "The Demon Suppression Division... three hundred times."

Demons are truly unkillable? Impossible. If the Qin Dynasty couldn't be suppressed, it would have collapsed long ago.

If you can kill them, why imprison them?

It's understandable that those who can't be subdued by the local Demon Suppression Division are kept imprisoned.

Why lock someone up in jail when they could have been killed locally? What's the point?

No matter how sturdy a prison cell may be, it is still built by people.

If someone can lock someone up, someone else can release them.

He shook his head, sat down again, and continued practicing his breathing exercises.

Half a month later, he broke through to the second level of the Pure Yang Skill.

The attack method has nine levels. He didn't have any special encounters or cheat codes. Reaching the ninth level was already the limit.

With mediocre qualifications, it took two months to even reach the second level of the threshold.

"I can go to the library and pick out another book."

After a moment's thought, he entered the pavilion and picked out a sword manual... "The Killing Sword Technique".

The Nine Forms, though fierce in name, are actually quite rudimentary; even the official demon-slaying envoys of the Yellow Division disdain to practice them.

Back in the courtyard, I drew my sword and began hacking, slicing, wiping, and chopping...

"A waterfall plunges straight down, its path twists and turns, sweeping across a thousand armies...until death do them part."

Few moves, no fancy techniques, just one strike at a time. He nodded: "Enough."

After taking a bath, he sat cross-legged on the bed, guiding his inner energy to circulate throughout his body, tempering his skin, refining his tendons, strengthening his bones, and cleansing his body.

The Pure Yang Skill could have been developed from the outside in, but since he had no one to help him, he had to work from the inside out, inch by inch.

Its true energy was so thin that it could not last more than half an hour before it was completely depleted.

Move your hands and feet, go out to eat, and come back to sit down again.

Once his breath returned to full, he noticed it was slightly warmer than the day before... He smiled.