Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He recalled the cultivation methods he had seen in his previous life, and thus used the power of his soul to slowly compress the pure yang true qi in his lower dantian.

The liquid true energy continuously contracted and condensed under the influence of soul power.

Three hours later, the true qi in the lower dantian completely solidified.

"This lump of stuff... looks like a golden elixir?"

"It looks loose; why not toughen it up a bit?"

Soul power transformed into an iron hammer, repeatedly forging and hammering.

Lin Quan was quite daring, hammering away relentlessly.

"About one centimeter in size, that's enough for now."

"Once my soul power is stronger, I can continue to suppress it."

He tried to release his inner energy, and it went smoothly without any hindrance, which put his mind at ease.

That pure yang golden pill, with a mere thought, could transform into pure yang true essence... far surpassing the true qi of the past.

After resting for a while, he turned to practicing his internal energy cultivation.

More than an hour later, all the energy of Qi and blood condensed into a solid state.

The Soul Hammer rose again, its clanging incessant.

"It's the size of a soybean, and it governs qi and blood, so let's call it the Qi and Blood Golden Elixir."

After practicing the Ancient Refining Divine Technique for a while, his soul power was fully restored. He then forged the soul power in his upper dantian into a round golden pill.

"Soul Golden Core, Qi and Blood Golden Core, Pure Yang Golden Core..."

"Is it called the Golden Core stage? Or the Third Core stage?"

"The ancient medicinal herbs from the wilderness, hundreds of years old, are all gone."

"I've also scavenged almost all the top-quality medicinal herbs from all the states of the Great Qin."

After indulging himself for more than ten days, he left behind several martial arts manuals and then went alone to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The area is rich in precious herbs, and even more miraculous medicinal plants are hidden in the mountains and fields.

The Enlightenment Tea of ​​the Demon Suppression Division originates from this place.

Lin Quan, with his hair neatly combed and wielding the Heavenly Wrath Blade, went straight in according to the map.

Once one cultivates the power of the soul, one's hair naturally grows shorter; with the soul power covering the body, one can choose whatever style one wants to keep.

Long, flowing hair? Too much trouble to wash up; bald? Too cold and hard... a short haircut is the most neat and tidy.

After traveling at a rapid pace for several days, we entered the mountains.

With the sword in hand, soul power spreads like a net, reaching across the land.

Ancient texts record that the demons of this world originated from another realm.

The barbarian tribe worships a barbarian god, who is currently in a state of slumber.

Lin Quan slaughtered the barbarian tribes and had long been regarded as a mortal enemy by the barbarian god.

If he could do it all over again, he would still wield his sword.

The Eternal Life Alliance is nothing but a Western-worshipping dog in human skin.

The barbarian tribes that colluded with them were no better.

Behind the Eternal Alliance are demons; demons are alien races that have invaded this world.

Anyone who walks the same path as demons is an enemy of humanity, and also an enemy of Lin Quan.

The way to defeat the enemy can be summed up in one word: cut down.

"If I am strong enough, even a barbarian god is nothing more than a single palm strike; and even a demon god-king can be slain by my blade!"

He muttered a sentence to himself, then buried himself in the deep mountains, searching for rare and precious materials.

"The Heavenly Wrath Blade should be a Dao weapon, far superior to ordinary divine weapons."

"Even it couldn't hurt me in the slightest. My current strength is undoubtedly at least at the God Realm."

"Above the realm of gods are the God-Kings... Perhaps, I have already stepped into that realm."

The purchase of medicine cost tens of millions of taels of silver, not including what was taken from the barbaric lands.

Lin Quan himself couldn't say for sure what level he had reached.

Gu Mingyue, who was only at the Grandmaster level, could be subdued with a mere wave of his hand.

Once the killing intent was unleashed, Gu Mingyue's strength dwindled from ten percent to less than one percent.

Currently, the only immortal-level figure Lin Quan has encountered is Dongfang Zhao. Lin Quan knows in his heart that if they really fought, Dongfang Zhao wouldn't last a single move.

He relied on his immortal body to cultivate recklessly, and was neither a traditional martial artist nor a cultivator of immortality.

With a sweep of his divine sense, medicinal herbs over a hundred years old rose from the ground and flew rustling towards him.

He frowned as he washed, chewed, and swallowed the medicine... It was so bitter that his tongue felt numb, far less sweet and juicy than fruit; it felt like being punished.

"They may appear glamorous in public, but suffer in private."

"If you don't endure hardship today, how can you expect glory tomorrow?"

Lin Quan poured himself two bowls of "bitter medicine soup" while picking through the rare and precious herbs and chewing on the roots and stems of the medicinal plants.

One plant after another was swallowed, and the medicinal power transformed into a fine stream, slowly flowing into the upper, middle, and lower dantian.

Some of the medicinal properties penetrate deep into the soul, nourishing its power;

Some medicinal effects penetrate deep into the muscles and bones, promoting the growth of qi and blood;

Some medicinal properties condense in the meridians, replenishing the body's vital energy.

A single plant may seem insignificant, but over time, they accumulate into a considerable number.

Many grains of sand can form a tower, and many streams can form a river.

"High-level demons? Running into them is like giving them away for free."

A single blow kills, extracts essence and blood, ignites yang fire, and the corpse is instantly burned to ashes, leaving not a trace.

"Enlightenment Tea? Good stuff." It's fragrant, sweet, refreshing, and helps with enlightenment.

My divine sense swept over the tea tree, and the leaves fell like rain, leaving not a single one behind.

If it weren't for the fact that the tea tree roots were still intact, he would have dug it up by the roots long ago.

Several hours later, an active volcano leaped into the range of divine sense.

"There really is a volcano?"

"Even if the Heavenly Wrath Blade were to strike, it wouldn't harm me in the slightest."

The thought flashed through Lin Quan's mind and he made up his mind: to take a lava bath.

After burying the storage ring, he plunged straight into the volcano's crater.

An immortal body is already terrifying.

Lava is scorching hot and can be deadly... but as long as you know your limits, you'll be safe.

"The temperature here is just right."

"Further down, it gets a little hot, but it's still bearable."

"The stinging pain felt like grinding my bones and tempering my will."

The closer you get to the magma, the more intense the heat wave becomes.

"I'm recovering quickly... and my body is stronger now."

A sharp pain shot through him, and he couldn't help but scream out...

"ah……!"

The sound shook the mountains and fields, scattering and surging in all directions.

In the past, when he practiced self-harm, he could even bite a piece of cloth to endure it;

Now, submerged inside the volcano, the cloth has long since burned to ashes, leaving nothing to hold onto.

He was completely submerged in the churning crimson, his internal organs throbbing with pain, yet he never lost consciousness.

His divine sense swept over himself: his flesh and blood were tearing apart and healing, at an increasingly rapid pace... He breathed a sigh of relief.

"The surface magma can no longer harm me."

Let's dive down further.

The temperature soared, the pain intensified, but my mind became increasingly clear.

"The Pure Yang True Essence has increased by at least three levels."

"Even the hottest layer of fire is treated as lukewarm water."

Looking down at his bald forehead and arms, Lin Quan clicked his tongue, turned around, and emerged from the volcano.

Take out the storage ring and change into clean clothes.

He touched the top of his head, grabbed the Heavenly Wrath Blade, and continued looting.

Overnight, hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes sprouted about a millimeter longer.

"It seems the term 'exceptionally intelligent' is not applicable to me."

He kept moving, specifically targeting medicinal herbs that were over a hundred years old.

"The medicinal herbs taste better than ordinary herbs."

He chewed and absorbed as he walked, his breath growing deeper and deeper each day.

After repeatedly examining the storage ring, the meaning of its space quietly emerged;

Repeatedly regulate your Qi, blood, soul power, and pure Yang essence, circulating them along different meridians...

That morning, a torrential downpour began, accompanied by thunder.

Lin Quan looked up at the sky and suddenly stepped into the thunderclouds.

A bolt of lightning struck, and he immediately coughed up blood, his chest charred black.

Before the blood even hit the ground, the wound had already begun to wriggle and heal, and the muscles and bones felt slightly tight.

He stood in mid-air, sword held horizontally to the sky, summoning lightning to descend.

"The lightning intent has been activated, and my body has become stronger... Unfortunately, the lightning has stopped."

After changing his clothes, he took to the air.

That lightning strike just now tempered my body, opened my mind, and also burned away my clothes.

He has hundreds of sets of clothes in his storage ring, enough for him to wear in rotation.

His divine sense spread out over ten thousand meters, collecting all the essence of plants, the spiritual light of mineral veins, exotic insects... anything that could be used as medicine, refined, or used, into the ring.

Flying low, chewing medicine in his mouth, and holding a treasure in his hand.

He would chew on any medicinal herbs he had, and if he lacked them, he would eat ordinary herbs; he was never picky.

"Compared to those immortal golden bodies of the ancient times, I am still lacking in the opening of my domain and the sealing of my destiny."

After pondering for a moment, he abandoned the idea of ​​absorbing the power of faith.

As a barbarian lord, it was easy for him to erect statues of gods, set up incense, and have the people kneel and worship.