Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Huo Lao came up with the pre-sale housing model, Li Yangcheng figured out the concept of shared area, and Yaoyang Bank took the lead in providing interest-free housing loans to its employees.

If you are an employee of Yaoyang Group and are short of money to buy a house, you can directly apply for an interest-free loan from Yaoyang Bank.

After dinner, Lin Quan returned to the courtyard to rest.

The next morning, he drove his jeep, carrying Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu, and others, straight to Qin Family Village outside the city.

After staying at his father-in-law's house for the entire night, Lin Quan and his two wives took a plane back to Hong Kong.

He Yuzhu, Yi Zhonghai, and the others stayed in the capital to prepare for the New Year.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, at Villa No. 27, Shanshui Bay.

The stadium is still under construction, and Yaoyang Group didn't hold its annual meeting this year.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhen Zhangshi, Zhen Geng, Zhen Dang, and Zhen Huaihua took a car back to Fule Building.

Looking at the beautiful women with their graceful figures and elegant gaits, Lin Quan's lips curled into a slight smile.

After practicing the Supreme Yoga, Qin Huairu, Qin Jingru... and even Zhou Wenli's figure became increasingly captivating.

After several hours of blissful relaxation, Lin Quan, feeling utterly exhausted, calmly practiced the meditation techniques of Supreme Yoga.

Less than a month into the new year, Zhao Ya and Huang Anqi officially entered the Lin family.

Before the policy tightened, he took the two of them to get their marriage certificate.

"Twelve stunning beauties, just enough to complete the twelve zodiac animals."

"Everyone can wear a zodiac animal mask, which will allow us to try some new and interesting things."

Clearing his mind of distractions, Lin Quan's spiritual energy quietly sank into the replica Earth.

After material abundance, people naturally turn to spiritual fulfillment.

When you're poor, all you can think about is how to make money—without cash in your pocket, everything becomes difficult: food, clothing, and shelter! Once you have enough money, some people start to enjoy life, some want to earn more, while others ponder how to live longer.

Throughout history, countless emperors have swallowed elixirs and taken medicines, all in pursuit of immortality.

Ordinary people want to become officials, those who become officials want to reach the top, and those who actually sit on the dragon throne, who wouldn't want to see the country for a few more years?

Human desires progress in stages; as long as there is a possibility of improvement, no one is willing to remain stagnant.

Lin Quan himself wasn't sure if he could find the secret to immortality in a replica of Earth.

He believed in one principle: if you do it, you might succeed or fail; if you don't do it, you're destined to lose.

Legend has it that the Celestial Master Zhang Daoling ascended to heaven, and Peng Zu lived to be over eight hundred years old.

The old saying, "When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," perfectly describes the blessings of becoming an immortal.

Finding the strategies of Zhang Daoling and Peng Zu was as unlikely as finding gold in the sand.

Since ancient times, emperors have held the reins of power over the world, and perhaps the secrets to immortality are buried deep within the tombs of emperors of all dynasties.

Even if there's only a sliver of hope, Lin Quan will never give up.

His plan was straightforward: first, sweep through all the imperial tombs, then go back and search for Zhang Daoling in detail... Peng Zu's method of attack.

He had already condensed his spiritual power, so he didn't need to go down into the tomb in person, nor did he need to endure the hardships of archaeology.

In the blink of an eye, the mental energy map floated above Zhen Yong's tomb.

"This area is densely packed with imperial tombs; let's go through them one by one."

The map slowly sank into the stone wall, which was covered by a mottled tombstone, and silently penetrated the wall at a speed of more than ten centimeters per second.

In the blink of an eye, we had slipped into the deep tomb passage.

The darkness that was originally pitch black became crystal clear under mental perception, with even the moss in the cracks between the bricks clearly discernible.

Without physical obstacles, the map's movement speed increased dramatically to over thirty meters per second.

Lin Quan has been diligently practicing lately, and his mental strength has indeed become much stronger than before.

I meditate twice a day, morning and evening, repeatedly expending energy, resting, and concentrating—like drawing a bow and gathering strength, I gradually stretch out my mental resilience.

Those ingeniously laid hidden mechanisms and crossbows could not even stir up the slightest ripple in the formless and intangible spiritual map.

Before long, Lin Quan felt a tightness in his forehead and a throbbing sensation in his temples, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and stop.

After sitting in meditation for more than half an hour, my energy not only returned to full, but also subtly increased.

After a brief respite, he released the mental map again and infiltrated the Zhenyong Tomb once more.

"Compared to Zhen Kang and Zhen Qian, who indiscriminately killed loyal and virtuous officials, Zhen Yong can be considered a benevolent ruler."

Upon arriving at the main burial chamber, the map quietly seeped into the coffin.

"A golden head? Could it be that what's said in unofficial histories is actually true?"

The official history clearly states: Emperor Zhenyong fell ill the day after ascending the throne, and died the following day from bleeding from all seven orifices.

It's utterly unbelievable that a dignified emperor, surrounded by imperial physicians and with an overflowing pharmacy, would die so suddenly in such a state.

"Could it be... that Emperor Zhenyong was really beheaded?"

The coffin was empty, and Lin Quan immediately turned to the burial objects.

"Even elixirs? That's right! Historical records show that Zhen Yong was obsessed with alchemy and once specially invited a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain to set up a furnace in the palace."

The pills in the jade box had long since turned to ash and hardened. Even though they were intact, Lin Quan couldn't be bothered to even glance at them.

Unable to ascend or temper his body, this useless pill was nothing more than a handful of dregs to him.

"More than a hundred volumes of Taoist classics, dating back about four hundred years—let's read them through first."

As my spiritual energy swept across the pages, lines of ink words automatically appeared in my mind, as if I were turning the pages myself.

After developing mental strength, one no longer needs to touch the paper with fingertips when reading; a glance is enough to imprint the information in one's mind.

This ability is currently only working to replicate Earth.

Lin Quan was certain in his heart: the stronger his spirit, the greater his penetrating power, and one day, the mountains and soil of Earth would appear as transparent as a thin mist in his eyes.

More than ten hours have passed, and the contents of more than a hundred volumes of Taoist scriptures have been engraved into the depths of his memory, every word precise and without omission.

After finishing their morning exercise and having breakfast, those who need to go to work head out the door, and those who need to go to school leave home.

Alone in his empty house, Lin Quan once again channeled his spiritual energy into replicating Earth.

It took him another hour to review all the attack methods used in Zhen Yong's burial.

"If there's no suitable method, consider it as broadening your horizons."

Studying several sets of techniques will greatly benefit him in creating his own mental cultivation method in the future.

With his emotions in turmoil, Lin Quan quietly exited Zhenyongling by manipulating the map.

"I came silently and left without a trace, without disturbing the dust or the earth."

More than an hour later, his spirits were restored, and he immediately used the map to enter the next imperial tomb.

"Dead for hundreds of years, yet the body still has a rosy complexion and blood-red lips—holy crap!"

Just as the map was inserted into the coffin, the person inside suddenly flung open the lid and sat up straight!

"Zombies? How can there be living corpses in the world?"

The stiff body draped in a dragon robe leaped into the air, arms outstretched, heading straight for the location on the map.

"The zombie can detect my mental fluctuations?"

Lin Quan was dumbfounded. He watched as the other party brandished his claws, yet couldn't even touch the edge of the mental map. His heart immediately became as steady as a rock.

"The treasure bowl can even replicate zombies, so why can't it replicate a living person?"

Unable to figure it out, Lin Quan simply left the zombie aside and instead activated his mental map, scanning the burial objects inch by inch.

A zombie that can't even cause the slightest ripple in his mental energy fluctuations isn't worth bothering with.

Scattered among the burial mounds were more than a dozen martial arts manuals and about thirty Taoist classics.