Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"The carving is exquisite, the figure is delicate and graceful, and it is indeed a rare masterpiece."

After memorizing the full texts of the two martial arts techniques, Chung Kwok-hung stored the manuals along with the jade statue in the replica Earth.

"Since I can't sleep through the long night, I might as well practice the Northern Darkness Divine Art."

"Once you join the Heavenly Dragon Sect, you will not use any martial arts other than the national martial arts."

In the martial arts world, it would be inappropriate to use the methods of the "Swallowing the Stars" to suppress martial artists.

Using cultivation techniques to fight against martial arts masters is a waste of talent.

He focused his mind and concentrated solely on mastering the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Even if he had decades of profound internal energy, let alone his body being completely empty at this moment, he could still force this skill onto his body.

His peak Divine King realm made his divine sense as steady as a mountain and as sharp as a blade.

Using divine thought as a guide, one can suppress the flow of qi in the meridians and forcefully circulate the energy without going astray or falling into demonic possession.

In his eyes, even the most rudimentary skill has its own irreplaceable principles.

For example, even if modern martial arts masters had perfected their internal strength, they still had little chance of winning against the warriors in Swallow the Star.

No matter how exquisite the techniques of Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, and Gang Jin are, they cannot bridge the gap in physical fitness.

The warriors who devoured the stars possessed strength and speed far surpassing the likes of Li Shuwen and Sun Lutang.

However, if the two are of similar physical condition, a martial arts master can kill the enemy within three moves.

The Northern Darkness Divine Skill consists of thirty-six practice diagrams, which Zhong Guohong is extremely familiar with. In just over two hours, he has mastered all the diagrams.

"The energy version of the Northern Darkness Divine Art that I created in the American variety show world is surprisingly similar in approach to the current one—if the two were combined, the absorption and transformation effect would probably double."

He paused for a moment, then immediately dismissed the idea.

Live an ordinary life for a few years first, and wait until your mind settles down before figuring out how to integrate the techniques.

With his cultivation level, he is immune to heat and cold, can go without food or drink for several days without any problem, and is extremely unlikely to get injured.

The so-called top experts in the Tianlong world are probably not even as strong as the generals on Earth in Swallowing the Stars.

Even if the Shaolin monk who sweeps the underworld is unfathomable, he has no chance of winning against the God of War who devours the starry sky.

"Whether it's the Sweeping Monk or Qiao Feng, if they were to cross over to Swallow the Starry Sky, Lin and Thor would probably have to step aside."

He shook his head, stopped thinking nonsense, and began to practice the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

"With each step, his internal energy not only did not diminish, but actually grew subtly—this skill is truly extraordinary."

After mastering the entire set of footwork, he savored it for a moment, and his heart warmed.

"For me, the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) is more practical than the Beiming Divine Skill."

The same skill can have vastly different values ​​depending on who uses it.

He had created many martial arts techniques himself and had always been proud, but at this moment he sincerely admired the author of Lingbo Weibu.

"Some people's potential is not limited by their innate abilities, but by the times and the world."

He stretched his limbs and loosened his muscles, then lay down on the stone bed and fell into a deep sleep, sleeping soundly until dawn.

"Should I stay here and wait for Duan Yu to fall off the cliff? Or should I just go down the mountain?"

After a moment's thought, he got up and left.

What if Duan Yu really falls off the mountain in the future and can't see the jade statue or obtain the martial arts technique?

Unclaimed property is left to fate. Whether Duan Yu's fortune or misfortune is none of his concern.

"The most important thing right now is to earn some money and buy a decent set of clothes."

He glanced down at his patched-up trousers and jacket, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Skills are the key to getting a job, but dressed like that, who would hire you?"

**A person's appearance and clothing are not only stepping stones to a door.**

A deep, muffled roar came from the distant mountains and forests. Zhong Guohong's ears twitched, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He had already achieved some success with the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, and a trace of Northern Darkness internal energy was quietly accumulating in his lower dantian.

Although this energy was thin, it gave him real strength in his arms and legs, making him no less powerful than an ordinary strong man.

He had mastered the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), making it easy for him to dodge and weave – taking down a wild beast wouldn't be difficult for him.

He was unwilling to use the contents of the treasure bowl, but he didn't say he wouldn't use the martial arts he had painstakingly practiced.

His bones and muscles are not yet stable, so forget about developing internal strength; but he has long been familiar with the methods of generating power passed down from his ancestors, such as manifest strength, hidden strength, transformative strength, and elixir strength.

With a slip of his foot, he darted out like the wind, heading straight into the depths of the mountain forest.

Having been here for so long, all he'd tasted was sour wild fruit or burnt grilled fish; he hadn't even seen a speck of meat—he was craving meat.

Following the roar, Chung Kwok-hung found a wounded tiger in the forest.

A hundred paces away, the beast was lying on the ground, tearing apart a half-dead wolf.

"He was dragging his right hind leg, and blood was still seeping out. His combat strength was 176 or 177."

"The bold get rich, the timid starve. A whole hide is worth at least ten taels of silver."

He gritted his teeth and charged forward.

"Awooo—!" The tiger's head suddenly rose, causing the leaves on the branches to fall in a rustling sound.

She swiftly used her light footwork to narrowly avoid the attack, and as soon as she regained her footing, she was already entangled in a fierce battle.

Even though the tiger with the broken leg is clumsy when turning around, its claws, waist strength, and explosive power still far exceed its physical limits.

"Luckily it was lame, otherwise it would have really been done for today."

He dodged left and right, without even lifting the hem of his clothes, relying entirely on his footwork to maneuver and dodge.

The Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) cultivates internal energy, making one's inner strength more and more active with use, but one's physical strength is like being burned by fire, burning away rapidly.

"If we drag this out any longer, we'll have no choice but to run away."

Another tiger claw sweep, he twisted his waist to the side and struck the tiger's ribs with a palm strike!

The hidden force penetrated his body and struck his internal organs—the tiger felt a stench in his throat, which only drove him even crazier.

He spun around and leaped away, his tiger claws slamming into a pine tree as thick as a bowl beside him. With a crisp "crack," the trunk snapped in two.

He rolled close to the ground to dodge the fallen log, then dodged again, then avoided again, then struck again... His hidden force was like a needle, piercing his old wounds each time.

The fighting techniques he had learned in his previous life had long since honed his ability to maintain a perfect, seamless footwork.

No matter how fierce the tiger was, even after ten or twenty attempts, it couldn't even scratch his sleeve.

A few minutes later, the tiger collapsed, its four paws twitching, and its breathing weakening.

Zhong Guohong dared not relax. He leaned against the tree trunk to catch his breath, then followed up with several more palm strikes, each one carrying power and aimed directly at vital points.

Only after confirming that he was dead did he lean against the tree trunk, panting heavily.

After resting for more than ten minutes and regaining some strength, he squatted down and pondered how to peel the skin.

Pick up two bluestones and smash them hard against the wolf's jaw, breaking off a canine tooth.

He repeatedly struck and sharpened the teeth with a stone, until they became sharper: "It'll do; it can cut through."

After more than an hour of struggling, it was finally possible to carefully make the first cut in the tiger's skin from under its belly using the wolf-tooth blade.

They started a fire by rubbing sticks together, set up a few dry branches, and roasted a piece of hind leg meat first.

Then, following the cut, little by little, peel off the entire tiger skin completely.

"The fur is bright and shiny, without any tears or damage—selling it for a dozen taels is considered cheap."

After chewing a few pieces of crispy tiger meat, I looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was already setting.

He carried the tiger skin and went down the mountain along the official road.

The two soldiers guarding the city saw that he was covered in blood and had a bloody tiger skin pressed against his shoulder, but they didn't even lift their eyelids and let him pass.