Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Fortunately, he had a photographic memory, and in less than a month, his coding skills surpassed those of the top hackers from his previous life.

"Things that used to be hidden deep in the dark web can now be accessed with a few clicks of the mouse."

After browsing web pages for more than two hours, he left the replica Earth carrying over ten kilograms of fresh beef.

"First the Southern Shaolin Temple, then the Northern Shaolin Temple, and finally Wudang Mountain."

I slept in the courtyard house for one night, and returned to Earth the next day.

The Southern Shaolin Temple went around in circles and returned empty-handed.

They explored the Northern Shaolin Temple more thoroughly, picking and choosing, and found quite a few secret martial arts techniques.

"Just practice four techniques: Iron Shirt, Golden Bell Cover, Vajra Palm, and Vajra Leg. Don't touch anything else."

In this life, we have limited energy; we can't bite off more than we can chew.

"The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts—all four of these skills require the assistance of medicinal herbs."

He visited more than a dozen herbal medicine shops and wholesale markets, filling a whole truck with angelica, astragalus, red peony root, and dragon's blood...

"First attack the Iron Shirt technique, then the Golden Bell Cover; save the Vajra Palm and Vajra Leg techniques for last."

He prepared thirty doses of the Iron Shirt Bath Formula in one go and moved them all back to the courtyard house.

Once the medicinal decoction is ready, it is poured into the bathtub, where steam rises and the aroma of the medicine fills the air.

He held a spring stick and tapped his entire body repeatedly.

After enduring more than an hour of simmering heat, they finally drained half a tub of hot water and poured the boiling medicinal liquid into it.

The moment he lay down in the bathtub, his skin felt like it was burning, and he was in excruciating pain. He clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He didn't utter a sound.

In less than three days, he began to grasp the basics of Iron Shirt.

After enduring a few more days, the Iron Shirt technique began to take shape.

More than half a month has passed, and this skill has reached its peak.

After another ten days of arduous training, his muscles and bones became as strong as steel, and his skin as tough as iron; his Iron Shirt technique was completely perfected.

"Was it the Treasure Basin that reshaped my physical foundation? Or was it the simultaneous activation of the Yi Jin Jing, Duan Gu Jing, and Xi Sui Jing that allowed my body to undergo a complete transformation?"

Lin Quan felt his body tense like iron, impervious to swords and spears. He steadied his mind and turned to pounce on the Golden Bell Shield.

The Golden Bell Cover technique is inherited from the Iron Shirt technique, but it places greater emphasis on condensing qi into a bell and unifying the internal and external.

To put it simply, it's the real skill to climb one level higher than Iron Shirt.

After more than a month of practice, he had mastered the Golden Bell Cover technique to the point where it was completely impenetrable and could ring nine times.

He flew back to Earth to test his strength and was stunned on the spot—with one arm, he lifted the 5,000-pound bluestone block steadily off the ground!

Clearing his mind of distractions and focusing his attention on the Vajra Palm technique, he concentrated on launching a fierce attack.

In less than three days, the force of his palm strikes was deafening and penetrated to the bone marrow.

A palm strike landed on the cement wall, cracking the surface and leaving a clear half-finished palm print embedded in the brickwork; with a casual press, the hollow brick wall cracked open like a spiderweb.

Then he practiced the Mighty Vajra Leg technique. After a few days, he could sweep through a solid steel bar three centimeters thick with one kick, bending it like a twisted rope.

After much deliberation, Lin Quan headed straight for Wudang Mountain.

He ransacked the place, turning everything upside down, and stole the two sets of authentic Tai Chi Chuan techniques: the "Ladder Cloud Leap" and the "Tai Chi Chuan."

Firearms are readily available, while cold weapons are a complete waste of effort.

Ladder Cloud is the pinnacle of light-body skills, specializing in agility, dodging, and using momentum to gain height.

Now that he possesses immense strength, he needs Tai Chi, a "slow skill," to transform his surging brute force into complete control.

Tai Chi swordplay is flashy but impractical, so we'll skip it.

"Jingru is about to get off work. She'll come back to Earth tomorrow morning to practice the Cloud Leap Technique."

Carrying more than ten kilograms of fresh beef, Lin Quan hurried back to the courtyard house.

As soon as He Tiezhu showed up, the beef was immediately sent to the He family's kitchen.

At ten o'clock at night, Qin Huairu was defeated once again, and walked back to the Zhen family with weak limbs and unsteady steps.

After sleeping soundly until dawn, Qin Jingru went to the He family's house for breakfast and then headed to work at the supply and marketing cooperative, while Lin Quan returned to his own courtyard.

Upon entering the replicated Earth, he immediately began practicing the Cloud Ladder Leap.

"The essence of the 'Ladder to the Clouds' lies in the word 'borrow'—borrowing the wind's power, the earth's strength, and the body's momentum."

"Borrow once, and you leap higher; borrow twice, and you soar further..."

Once you grasp this concept, Lin Quan's feet seem to fly, and his speed increases by a thousand miles a day.

With a sudden burst of energy, he could leap 15 or 16 meters across the ground; with all his might, he soared into the air, his body rising more than 5 meters high, landing silently.

After mastering the Cloud Ladder technique, he immediately switched to Tai Chi.

The movements look soft and gentle, but the more you practice them, the more you realize that they contain hidden depths and turbulent undercurrents.

After playing the game a few times, he felt comfortable all over and his mind was clear. He then turned on his computer to look up information.

The hydroelectric and gas systems that replicate Earth are still running normally, but how long can they last? Nobody knows for sure.

While the internet was still active, Lin Quan downloaded videos, documents, and diagrams every day, filling dozens of hard drives.

For the next month or so, he practiced Bajiquan, Wing Chun, Baguazhang, and even Hung Kuen, one by one, following online tutorials.

"With my bare hands, I can roam freely on Earth. I dare say: a thousand armies cannot stop me with a single palm strike or kick."

With the strength of five thousand catties, he can break bones with a lift of his hand and destroy walls with a flick of his sleeve.

"I have to go to Hong Kong next year. I'm stuck in Beijing, I can't really move around much."

After ten days of intensive practice, his lock-picking skills have reached a high level. He can pinpoint the location of copper locks and iron boxes by sound and lock them in three seconds.

"This replica Earth is exactly the same as the real Earth, except that there are no living people on it."

After a brief consideration, Lin Quan decided to temporarily take on the role of an archaeology expert.

After considering all the options, he decided to make the Qianlong Emperor's Mausoleum his first stop.

Those emperors of the previous dynasties who were hailed as sage rulers and enlightened monarchs in history books were, in their hearts, executioners with blood on their hands.

The same applies to Zhen Qian and Zhen Kang.

He landed his plane at the nearest abandoned airport, searched around, and towed back a rusty excavator.

"I'm already very skilled with excavators. If I can just grab a few boxes of explosives, I can get to work."

With all the tools ready, and after spending most of the day driving the excavator, Lin Quan drove it rumble toward the Zhenqian Emperor's Mausoleum.

With a swing of his iron arm, he quickly broke through the sealed soil and unearthed the deep tomb passage.

Fully armed, with his mask fastened and his miner's lamp lit, he strode into the gloomy tomb passage, pulling a diesel generator in his left hand and gripping an impact drill in his right.

As he advanced along the tomb passage, a stone gate loomed before him. He deftly started the diesel generator and began to vigorously chisel with the impact drill.

The heavy bluestone door panel collapsed with a roar as the drill bit roared, sending fragments of stone flying like rain.

Traps, quicksand pits, poisonous smoke bells... Lin Quan dismantled them one by one, his every move calm and composed.

Today, his physical strength, reaction speed, endurance, and resilience far surpass those of ordinary people.

More than an hour later, Lin Quan brushed aside the accumulated dust and dug out a stack of dusty burial objects in the corner.

"Gold ingots, silver bars, jade bracelets, and beaded necklaces are nothing more than a few shiny stones in my eyes."

He glanced at them and then looked away, instead picking up a few yellowed thread-bound books and flipping through them casually.

"Southern Shaolin Samadhi Fire Divine Skill—Thirty-Six Palm Techniques, each move scorching like flames, wondrous!"

"Southern Shaolin Eight Treasures Hard Qigong—externally strengthens the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, internally cultivates a vital energy, combining strength and gentleness perfectly! Absolutely amazing!"

"The Indestructible Vajra Skill of Northern Shaolin? A supreme external martial art even more solid and resilient than the Golden Bell Shield?"

Lifting the lid of an ebony box, one finds neatly stacked more than a dozen martial arts manuals that have been lost for many years.

"The massacre at Southern Shaolin Temple was carried out by a secret edict personally issued by Emperor Zhenqian..."

Having finally obtained the long-awaited secret manual, Lin Quan was in no hurry to leave.