Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After having a light breakfast, I cycled along the road. Within ten meters, the grass and trees trembled slightly, and birds flew low... The power of life quietly flowed into my body.

This force primarily targets increasing life level; enhanced physical abilities are merely a secondary effect.

As your level increases, your muscles, bones, skin, and flesh will naturally improve as well.

After taking over the Iron Eagle Boxing Arena, Lin Quan had some free time again.

Mandu is located in the subtropics, with mild winters and cool summers, and temperatures hovering between 10 and 30 degrees Celsius year-round.

Every day, I look at the mountain scenery, absorb some fresh air, practice Baguazhang (Eight Trigrams Palm), and handle a few guns.

Occasionally, I would pretend to be a tourist, fishing, strolling around, and shopping.

I go back to my hometown every two weeks to spend time with Zhou Xuan and the others; I also visit Zhang Xinyi and Wu Xingyue every few days, and take care of their colleagues as well.

Most of his monthly salary of one million star coins was spent on these women.

While praising Mr. Liu for his composure, they knew in their hearts: what hot-blooded young man wouldn't want to be like Cao?

Cao and the store manager may sound similar, but in reality, they are worlds apart.

Nowadays, Cao needs to be physically strong and financially secure... If he lacks either one, his fate is already sealed.

The store manager works tirelessly day and night; there's no question about it.

For more than thirty years before his rebirth, Lin Quan lived a mundane life, swallowing many pent-up frustrations.

Now that I've been given a second chance at life, I have money and exceptional talent, so I'm enjoying life to the fullest without holding back.

Over the next few days, a blonde woman with a curvaceous figure and prominent hips frequently "bumped into" him.

After a few visits, the two became acquainted; her name was Nina.

Lin Quan knew what was going on, but he still pretended to be clueless.

……

"Lin, I'd like to come to your house for a bit." Nina blinked.

"Okay," he replied, paid the bill, and led the person home.

After practicing together for over an hour, Nina casually asked, "Lin, what do you usually do?"

"A martial artist, working at the Iron Eagle Boxing Stadium," he answered crisply.

"No wonder she's so amazing." She nodded, as if she had figured something out.

"Is that so?" He smiled, raising the corner of his eye slightly.

Sunset and moonrise, moon disappears and sun rises, and the sky brightens again.

Nina lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her eyes somewhat vacant, lost in thought, yet also a little afraid.

After breakfast, Lin Quan asked, "Are you coming again?"

"I have to go to work now. I'll come see you again next time I have a day off." She grabbed her bag and ran away as if she were fleeing.

After practicing Baguazhang for a while, he got on his motorcycle and went out again.

……

"Nina, how is it?"

"He's a bull."

"I'm asking you... are you confident you can get him into the FBI?"

"Target: Lin Quan; Strength: At least B-level; Preference: Money and beautiful women..."

"Nina, aren't you confident you can win him over?"

"With just one bull, my chances of success are less than 10%."

"Boss, is it really worth making such a fuss over a mere B-rank?"

"B-grade is one in ten thousand, A-grade is only in its early thirties worldwide, and no one can say for sure whether there are any S-grade or higher."

"A combat-type B-rank, there's really no need to fight to the death."

"Just because Lin Quan is a B-level doesn't mean he's only a B-level."

"Twenty-two years old, a martial artist. Are there any A-rank martial artists who are twenty-two?"

The Chinese martial arts of Yanhuang are divided into seven realms: Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), Hua Jin (transformation strength), Dan Jin (elixir strength), Gang Jin (forceful strength), Jian Shen Bu Huai (seeing the spirit without being harmed), and Zhi Cheng Zhi Dao (the way of utmost sincerity).

In countries like Singapore and the United States, people with superpowers are classified into seven levels, from D to SSS, with each level corresponding to the next.

For example, D-level is Ming Jin, and SSS-level is Zhi Cheng Dao.

On the surface, there have been no S-class or higher martial artists or superhumans in the world for more than a decade.

There are only thirty-two Class A agents registered with the UN Intelligence Agency worldwide.

Lin Quan was completely unaware of the intelligence agency's recruitment attempt; even if he had known, he would not have agreed.

This organization, headquartered in Singapore, is morally ambiguous; it has done good deeds, but it has also committed many evil ones.

After wandering around outside for a few hours, breathing in the fresh air, and eating and drinking his fill, he returned to the villa.

After carefully selecting eight phone numbers, I made an orderly call and then enjoyed several hours of unbridled activity.

Lin Quan, the champion of Tony's Boxing Stadium, rarely makes a move.

When I have nothing to do, I learn foreign languages ​​from my female friends... just for fun and to pass the time.

On a whim, he paid to enroll in classes in Tai Chi, Bajiquan, Wing Chun, Ang Quan, and Xingyi Quan.

Nina would visit every few days, often bringing several colleagues with her, all of whom were quite attractive.

Two months later, she revealed her hand and formally invited him to join the game.

"I'm not short of money, and I've already got a job," Lin Quan said with a smile as he left.

The FBI is a powerful and deeply entrenched organization, and he doesn't want to provoke them, but he's not afraid either.

He can lift the RV, which weighs more than seven tons, with one hand.

It is fast, strong, and possesses life-related superpowers, so its life is not in danger.

Being alone, with no family to rely on, one is naturally not afraid of pressure from others.

"Lin, are you really not going to consider it?" Nina was taken aback.

"I've thought it through. I won't join the Joint Intelligence Bureau." Lin Quan said casually.

"There are quite a few girls in our department," she said, winking.

"With money, you can find girls anywhere," he answered readily.

Nina didn't reply... She understood this principle: most people would surrender long ago in the face of money.

"The Joint Intelligence Bureau, once you're in, it's hard to get out." Her eyes flickered, but she ultimately shook her head.

"Okay, that's fine too." He didn't try to persuade him any further.

He had a clear plan in mind: he would stay in Mandu for three years, practicing boxing, training, and living his life without missing a beat.

Once the contract expires, I'll be 25. It's not too late to go back to the village to retire.

He would go back every now and then to keep Zhou Xuan and the others company.

"Lin, you must have been a Westerner in your past life," Nina said, glancing at him before leaving.

"I've been a Yanhuang person since I was a child, both in this life and in my past life," he said in a steady voice.

"I've heard that the talents of the Yanhuang people are far inferior to yours."

"People are different, and differences in status are normal." He felt at ease and spoke simply.

"It's getting late, I'm going now." She waved her hand, turned and left.

After finishing a set of traditional Chinese martial arts exercises, Lin Quan took a hot bath and went out for dinner.

With abundant life force, one won't starve, but a hot meal would be more comforting.

The streetlights lit up one by one, and girls came and went on the road, each with their own unique appearance.

Mandu relies on tourism for its livelihood, and tourists crowd the streets and alleys.

"Zhou Xuan and the others love durian. It's plentiful here. I'll take six back with me tomorrow."

He first called Tony, then looked around and picked out six that were just the right doneness.

The next morning, I boarded a flight to Chongqing.

Just after 3 p.m., the car was parked at the entrance of Longshan County.

He walked into the villa carrying six durians, slumped onto the sofa, and dialed Zhou Xuan's number.

"They took the car to work? We should buy another one."

I closed the door and took a taxi straight to the car dealership.

After looking at several domestically produced cars, he chose the Tank 300.

Logically, this car should not have been on the market for more than ten years, but it has been on the market for almost half a year now.

In the same price range, domestic cars are now at least one level higher than imported cars.

Gasoline-powered cars are about to be phased out; if we delay any longer, we won't even be able to buy one.

Over the past twenty years, more than a billion people have been reborn, and the complete set of electric vehicle technologies in Yanhuang Kingdom has already taken root.

There are five pure electric vehicle models on the market, with ranges ranging from 200 to 400 kilometers.

"This car isn't subject to extreme testing; it's perfectly adequate for ordinary mountain roads."

It can withstand any bumpy road, which military off-road vehicles can't handle for long, but this one can stay stable.