Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Earning three or four dollars per cassette tape, and selling tens of millions of tapes a year, the profit from this alone easily exceeds hundreds of millions.

Currently, Yaoyang Entertainment has five singers under its wing: Liu Renhua, Ge Xiaoli, Jessica, Jin Huimin, and Yamada Keiko.

"Filming for 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' has wrapped up, 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber' is nearing completion, and 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer' is still being published daily in the newspaper..."

He worked as a porter, stockpiling ammunition for television stations, newspapers, and film crews for a year and a half.

"I'll work independently at the hospital for a month first, then switch to archaeology."

Having a Yaoyang Hospital at home makes practicing medicine easier than drinking water.

With a mask on, a white coat on, and an employee badge hanging up, Lin Quan instantly transforms into a doctor on duty.

He spent half a month at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and thousands of patients recovered after his treatment. Then he simply left.

They changed their name tags, but they were still wearing white coats; the battlefield had simply moved to the operating room.

Starting as an instrument assistant, he quickly rose to become a chief surgeon's assistant, and then a chief surgeon.

His incisions were swift as the wind, his stitches as precise as embroidery; the words "steady, accurate, and ruthless" were ingrained in his very being. More than half a month after the surgery, he left Yaoyang Hospital with his bag.

Back at Yaoyang Hospital, only Dean Li Deyuan knew Lin Quan's true background; the other doctors and nurses all assumed he was a high-achieving student who had returned from studying at a top overseas medical school.

All new employees must first endure a three-month probationary period before they can truly establish themselves.

"In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, we still have a long way to go; as for Western surgical medicine, we've almost reached the ceiling."

After returning to Shanshui Bay, Lin Quan practiced vigorously for several hours, feeling relaxed and refreshed. He fell asleep immediately and slept soundly until dawn.

After breakfast, Keiko Yamada, Hye-min Kim, and Jessica rushed to the entertainment company to record a new song, while Jingru Qin and Huairu Qin went straight to the headquarters building for a meeting.

Lin Quan left the house alone, then slipped into the replica Earth and drove straight to Zhen Kang's tomb.

"A tourist hotspot? Ha."

He stared at the imperial tomb that was three hundred years old in front of him, and without saying a word, he jumped onto the excavator and started working with a roar.

As soon as the tomb passage was dug open, he gripped a powerful flashlight tightly in his left hand, a short knife tucked into his waistband, and a heavy axe in his right hand, proceeding cautiously and slowly into the tomb.

"I can teleport away with a mere thought. What can these mere tomb passage traps do to me?"

But before he could finish speaking, his left foot had just stepped onto a blue brick when a series of whooshing sounds suddenly rose from the stone walls on both sides—dozens of iron arrows shot towards him like poisonous bees leaving their hive, carrying a cold glint in their eyes!

Lin Quan flashed back to the villa in the blink of an eye, grabbed a thick shield, and returned to the same spot.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The arrowheads struck the shield, sparks flew, and the arrows bounced off.

It wasn't that he was cowardly, but rather that with his current physique, ordinary arrows couldn't even pierce his skin.

But they were used to being cautious—the anti-theft mechanisms in imperial tombs were never just for show.

If the arrowhead is coated with a deadly poison, even a slight cut to the skin could be fatal.

Even if the Zhenkang Tomb was built three hundred years ago, who dares to say that those secret poisons have long since lost their effectiveness?

"Damn it, is this a dead end?"

He swung his 30-kilogram battle axe and chopped it down at the end of the passage.

"It was sealed off entirely with rammed earth?"

On the way back, the axe blade was turned around and used to fiercely chisel at the side wall.

"Listen to this echo—it's empty!"

The axe flashed, as fast as a whirlwind, and in an instant, it forcefully cleaved open a gap.

Two hours later, Lin Quan stepped into the main burial chamber.

Finding nothing upon opening the coffin, he turned to search for burial objects.

"History records call him a 'benevolent ruler'? Bah, he was clearly a bloodthirsty tyrant."

During the reign of Emperor Zhenkang, the suppression of rebellions and the pacification of the Three Feudatories were accompanied by bloodshed, with countless innocent people caught up in the chaos and brutally slaughtered.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill...a secret art of Tantric Buddhism."

"I heard that Emperor Zhenkang treated Tantric monks with great respect back then."

"The highest level of yoga is also a secret practice kept secret in esoteric Buddhism."

He wrote down all the names of the exercises, but only took away two books: "Dragon Elephant Prajna Exercise" and "Supreme Yoga Exercise".

Standing on a corner of the large wooden crate, he drained the water from inside. Feeling more than a pound lighter, he started walking, his steps steady and swift.

Upon seeing the light of day again, he drove off; before entering the city, he quietly returned to Earth.

After flipping through the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" a few more times and meditating for a moment, he sat cross-legged and began to practice his skills.

"The first level is complete."

"The second level is accessible."

"The third floor is just a small test."

……

"Ninth level, complete."

"Is it stuck?"

In just over two hours, the technique had reached the peak of the ninth level.

"Is it the Treasure Basin secretly helping us? Or is it the foundation laid by the Yi Jin Jing, Duan Gu Jing, and Xi Sui Jing that is too solid?"

The next morning at eight o'clock, Lin Quan once again infiltrated the replica Earth, flying a plane and changing cars, heading straight for the coastline.

Sailing out to sea, diving deep into the water, repeatedly honing the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" in the deep blue depths.

He held his breath until he reached his limit, then immediately turned back to Earth to breathe.

This was repeated dozens of times, one trip after another, over and over again.

"Tenth floor, done! Indeed, seawater pressure is the best whetstone."

After more than ten days of arduous practice, the technique finally reached its peak.

"Holding one's breath for over two hours in water 1,200 meters deep—in the past five thousand years of history, how many living people could do that?"

He surfaced and sailed back.

After entering the city, I picked up a concrete traffic barrier from the roadside and tested its strength.

"Easily lifts fifteen tons, more than enough."

Lin Quan weighed the 30,000 jin of force surging within him, his heart skipped a beat, and then his eyebrows rose.

With a slight thought, one can leap from their original spot like an arrow released from a bow.

After repeatedly studying the diagrams and mantras of the Supreme Yoga, he suddenly grinned.

This practice has two distinct paths: external training of muscles and bones, and internal cultivation of mind and meditation.

He has always believed in "starting from the simple and gradually moving to the complex", so he immediately chose to start with the action sequences.

"Compared to the Yi Jin Jing, this form is as easy to use as eating and drinking."

He disassembled, repeated, and verified the thirty-six consecutive moves over and over again.

"Too slow! Every movement needs to be ingrained as instinct."

Once the thought was made up, his limbs suddenly sped up.

From the beginning to the end, the thirty-six movements flow smoothly like clouds and water, and can be completed in one go in less than sixty seconds.

He stopped moving only when his limbs were moving so fast they were almost leaving afterimages.

Sit cross-legged on the ground, close your eyes and concentrate, trying to sink into meditation.

But my mind was in turmoil, one thought after another, and for the first time, it all fell apart.

Try again, and it still falls apart.

After dinner, he tossed and turned, repeatedly practicing on his torso and joints.

After an unknown amount of time, feeling refreshed and invigorated, he strolled into the living room.

I sat down on the sofa, straightened my back, and closed my eyes to regulate my breathing again.

"It's done?!"

The moment I touched that layer of clear and serene light, my heart trembled, a surge of ecstasy overwhelmed me, my breath became disordered, and my state of mind collapsed in an instant.

Trying to suppress distracting thoughts only makes them more restless, and the more tranquil you try to be, the more agitated you become.

"Jingru, Sister Qin, Jin Huimin, Yamada Keiko, and Jessica are all fast asleep... Let's try again tomorrow morning."

At seven o'clock in the morning, a bowl of hot braised beef noodles was served. The sauce was rich and savory, the meat was tender and the noodles were chewy.