Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He went straight to the main burial chamber, kicked it, and the coffin lid flew off—inside was only a sitting skeleton, all empty.

"The Treasure Bowl is too strange. It can't replicate living things on Earth, but it can find all inanimate objects, artifacts, and books exactly as they were."

Slightly disappointed to find no books in the coffin, he picked up the box of martial arts manuals and turned to leave.

"Bartering is something you rarely see these days; people who follow the rules like me are a dime a dozen."

Before leaving, he left behind a diesel generator and an impact drill—if Zhenqian were alive, he would have been enlightened.

After all, these iron lumps and drill bits are hard-to-find items that only appeared in the 21st century; they were something that his dynasty couldn't even touch.

Lin Quan walked briskly out of the mausoleum area and casually picked up a Changan SUV from the roadside.

There was a Bugatti Veyron parked in the distance; he only glanced at it and didn't move.

He's the only living person on the entire replica Earth; no matter how flashy the sports car is, there's no one else who can understand it.

Compared to steel behemoths like fighter jets and aircraft carriers, the Bugatti? It's at best a refined toy.

Back at the courtyard house on Earth, he first buried himself in practicing the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.

With a solid foundation—having undergone rigorous training in Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover techniques—this skill can be mastered extremely quickly.

After more than a month, it has reached a high level of mastery.

"His physical strength is about 8,000 jin. There is no actual test on whether he can withstand multiple rounds of fire. But his skin, muscles and bones are so strong that even bullets would have a hard time biting through them."

"However, this version of the indestructible Vajra is ultimately not as invulnerable as the ones described in the storybooks, who are impervious to swords and spears and water and fire."

Putting aside his distractions, he continued studying the Eight Treasures Hard Qigong.

The ultimate secret technique of the Southern Shaolin Temple, which combines internal and external cultivation, penetrates to the bone marrow, and is in no way inferior to the Vajra Indestructible.

Iron Shirt, Golden Bell Cover, Vajra Indestructible, Eight Treasures Hard Qigong—all belong to the external hard qigong lineage.

By applying this principle to other situations, he reached the end of his skill in less than twenty days.

After a day of rest, he began to focus on mastering the Samadhi True Fire Divine Skill.

This exercise has two paths: static exercises to cultivate qi, and dynamic exercises to practice palm techniques.

Dynamic exercises belong to Yang and cannot be practiced in places other than high-temperature environments. The Thirty-Six Forms of the Three Flavors Divine Palm strikes with scorching waves.

Since Earth couldn't provide a suitable furnace environment, he had to frequently travel back and forth to Earth.

He chose an abandoned steel plant, personally lit the oil furnace, stood shirtless at the furnace opening, and practiced his breathing exercises, including staking out the furnace and pushing his palms.

While Jingru was at work and not at home, he quietly slipped into the replica Earth and repeatedly practiced his palm techniques in the high-temperature workshop.

Every day at 5 a.m. and 6 p.m., I sit cross-legged at the head of the bed, close my eyes and regulate my breathing to cultivate pure yang energy.

After more than a month of arduous practice, the Samadhi True Fire Divine Skill was successfully completed.

"Practicing martial arts without cultivating inner strength is all for naught in old age; external training focuses on muscles, bones, and skin, while internal training focuses on cultivating inner strength—now my inner strength is so great that it can weigh down mountains."

As soon as Jingru stepped out, Lin Quan immediately dashed into the replica Earth.

They moved the weighbridge in and tested its strength, lifted the weight, unleashed its power, and brute-forced it time and time again.

"One arm can lift five tons, and two arms can lift more than ten thousand catties—even Xiang Yu lifting the tripod was probably no more than this."

Technology is advancing rapidly, but people's physical health is declining year by year.

On Earth, young and middle-aged Chinese men who do heavy labor year-round can carry 200 jin (100 kg) as if it were a bucket of water; if they put more than 300 jin (150 kg) on ​​their shoulders, eight out of ten households in the village can find someone like that.

In the 21st century, even young people who spend every day at the gym can only count on one hand how many can steadily lift 200 pounds.

"Strength is earned through hard work, not by simply adding more."

Lin Quan finished practicing a set of punches, a set of kicks, and a palm strike with great gusto before strolling back to the courtyard house.

In the center of the living room, he stretched out his body, slowly practicing Tai Chi, his breath flowing like a long stream.

"The future of archaeology is very bright—excavating a tomb is like replicating a rare treasure of the earth."

Ever since he unearthed that box of martial arts manuals from Zhenqian's tomb, Lin Quan has been deeply immersed in the field of archaeology.

Since we're going treasure hunting, how can we do without a few handy tools?

When it comes to kitchen knives, domestic brands like Dengjia Knife and Shibazi are well-known, while overseas brands like Zwilling are trusted.

There are few decent, reliable, and passable instruments available on the market.

Right now, only metal detectors are still effective.

Excavators were everywhere, and Lin Quan didn't even notice the Luoyang shovel.

Excavators are certainly exhilarating when they tear down mountains and clear valleys, but what if they encounter a massive stone door blocking the way in a tomb passage? They can't even make a sound.

Besides, it's not worth it to rely on excavators to tackle the entire mountain; it would consume too much fuel, time, and manpower.

He took out his Huawei phone, swiped it a few times, and smiled.

Two hours later, the person was standing at the entrance of a metal research institute.

"Super steel of 2,300 megapascals—perfect for me."

Lin Quan glanced at the clock on the wall; there were only ten minutes left before he had to leave work. He turned and left Earth.

After seven or eight days of work, an axe, a short knife, and a shield were all finished.

The axe and knife are forged entirely from 2,300 MPa super steel.

The axe is 60 centimeters long, with a 50-centimeter wooden handle, and weighs a hefty 30 kilograms.

The short knife is 35 centimeters long, with a blade length of 20 centimeters and a width of about 5 centimeters, and weighs only 2 kilograms.

The shield is two meters high and one and two meters wide, weighs ninety-five kilograms, and is as thick as a mobile city wall.

"It's hard and stable enough, but the blade edge still needs a bit more refinement."

"Great strength breaks all laws—with this axe and this knife in hand, no ancient tomb, no matter how deep, can stop us."

Lin Quan already knew what would happen if a massive force of ten thousand jin was poured into the axe handle and it chopped down.

He casually picked up a steel bar with a diameter of four centimeters and swung the axe down at an angle—

With a clang, the steel bar snapped in two.

Try again with a different knife: the short knife flashed coldly, and the other section of steel was cleanly sliced ​​into two pieces.

"The power is up to standard. Even steel can't stop it; a mere stone gate is nothing but paper."

That morning, he returned to Earth and flew directly to Australia.

Stepping into the Mibao Company warehouse, Lin Quan casually picked up more than a dozen detectors.

"Deep enough to see thirty meters, gold, silver, copper, iron, ceramics, porcelain, and glazes can all be detected by its eyes."

We drove back to the airport, filled up the tank, and turned the plane around to return to base.

"The detectors are all ready, the axes are prepared. After a while, when we've had enough rest, we'll set off."

He shook his head to clear his mind, but his thoughts drifted quietly to Hong Kong.

"The incident at the courtyard house was pretty much like what's depicted in TV dramas."

Suddenly, the earthquake that tore the earth apart in the drama flashed through Lin Quan's mind, and his heart tightened.

"Now that we're here, we can't just stand by and do nothing."

For more than a month afterward, he wore a Tang suit every day, setting up a compass, measuring directions, and calculating with his fingers in the courtyard, acting more like a feng shui master than anyone else.

That morning, he visited an old man.

As a promoter of high-yield grain varieties, Lin Quan felt very at ease—his safety and security were assured.

He pleaded and explained the pros and cons until he finally convinced the old man.

If it were anyone else coming to your door and causing this much trouble, they would have been taken to the police station long ago.

Since last year, high-yield grains have been widely planted throughout China, reducing the number of people going hungry by 70%, and everyone on the streets and alleys has breathed a sigh of relief.

A few days later, a large-scale earthquake drill was launched within a 200-kilometer radius of Beijing.