Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After finishing his morning exercise and watching Qin Jingru and the others leave, he was left alone in the house. Lin Quan sat upright again, focused his mind, and entered a state of meditation once more.

"It only rose by one meter... its momentum is clearly weakening."

After two hours of meditation, light a cigarette and sip tea to relax and adjust your breathing before resuming your practice.

Three days later, he returned to the cloned Earth and headed straight for the next coordinate marked by Xiaobai.

"A Western Zhou Dynasty tomb? And there wasn't a single trace of attack?"

"Alright, let's go through all the coordinates that Xiaobai circled one by one."

"The more ancient characters there are, the faster and more accurately a novice can decipher them."

After several hours of travel, he explored two tombs.

Oracle bone script was like a celestial book to him, every character unfamiliar and every sentence undecipherable—naturally, he had no way of judging whether there were any hidden techniques within it.

He always believed that the transmission of ancient methods must be like the Pangu visualization technique, silent and subtle, directly imprinting itself on the spiritual platform.

"When the house is quiet, I do meditation in the morning and field archaeology in the afternoon."

Time flows by like water, and before we know it, more than a year has passed.

"Mental power coverage radius is fifty meters, and the maximum weight of objects that can be manipulated is one hundred kilograms..."

"Mental strength map: 300 meters per second in air, 10 meters per second in water, and only 1 meter per second in soil."

After completing the last test, Lin Quan smiled, his expression genuine and relaxed.

His gaze swept over the group of beautiful women practicing Supreme Yoga in the courtyard, and he walked forward with a smile.

After enjoying himself for more than two hours, he still felt refreshed and energetic, so he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Taking advantage of the absence of others, grab a handful of greens and throw them into the pot; turn around and in the blink of an eye, replace the ingredients; bring the ingredients back to Earth, recreate a stir-fry, plate it, and it's all done in one go.

At 8:00 a.m. the next morning, Lin Quan once again stepped into the replica Earth.

Yaoyang Group has a capable team that handles all its affairs, big and small, and he never interferes.

Even if the company collapses overnight, it's nothing more than brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

Holding a treasure bowl, one can replicate anything in the world at will, as long as it is not a living person.

Not to mention replicating the mountains of cutting-edge technology on Earth—creating another Yaoyang Group would be a piece of cake.

"The detection function is on 24/7, allowing Xiaobai to continuously scan underground tombs."

The Radiant Sun aircraft, skimming low over the tips of the wild grass, continuously transmitted new coordinates—one by one, tombs buried for thousands of years were marked and revealed.

"One is too slow, let's just build hundreds of 'Dragon Falcons' specifically for tomb raiding."

He brought the aircraft to a halt, hesitated for a moment, and then fired.

Tomb raiding doesn't require speed; a few meters per second is enough. Why bother with supersonic engines?

Once the blueprints were finalized, Lin Quan tirelessly copied, copied, and copied again.

"Let's deploy one million 'Dragon Falcon' drones first."

Xiao Bai split off a million divine thoughts, which fell like starlight and attached themselves to each of the tomb-exploring flying vehicles.

In an instant, these silver shuttle-like aircraft soared into the sky, speeding off in all directions, burrowing deep into the earth, and scanning the tombs that had been buried for thousands of years inch by inch.

Lin Quan travels back and forth between Earth and Planet Earth day after day without ceasing: contemplating the image of Pangu creating the world, replicating the entire appearance of the ancient tomb, and tempering his physical body and bones.

His mental strength soared, and his archaeological surveys became increasingly swift.

Three hundred meters underground, he accurately located and silently opened one ancient tomb after another.

"The Book of Green Bag? It's lying here perfectly intact! Luckily, I used my divine sense to examine it the whole time; if I had touched it even slightly, it would have turned to ashes."

"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic? The second half is actually a dual cultivation method! I've finally stumbled upon the real deal!"

While searching for and comparing ancient texts, Lin Quan, who could memorize them after just one reading, had already mastered ancient characters such as oracle bone inscriptions, bronze inscriptions, Chu bamboo slips, and silk manuscripts.

After thoroughly reading the dual cultivation section of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, he immediately withdrew from replicating Earth.

"It's only a little past one o'clock, who should we call back?"

After a moment's thought, I dialed Wang Xueli's number.

In less than twenty minutes, she pushed open the door and entered.

After soaking in the warm water, the two quietly studied the methods of dual cultivation.

In an instant, a very fine and gentle stream of air quietly traveled along the Ren and Du meridians, gently tapping the Baihui, Tanzhong, and Guanyuan acupoints.

"This...could this be the legendary Yin-Yang True Qi?"

The moment the thought arose, their true energy had already circulated through the body once, and the two slowly finished their practice.

Of the Yin-Yang True Qi obtained from the smelting, seven parts went to Lin Quan, and three parts went to Wang Xueli.

"Your inner energy is still weak and needs repeated refinement."

After Qin Huairu and the others returned from get off work, Lin Quan continued his seclusion—practicing, practicing, and practicing without stopping.

After more than ten hours of arduous practice, the Yin and Yang Qi in his lower dantian surged several times over, flowing like a stream into a river.

Looking at the radiant beauties around him, their eyes sparkling with spring, he felt a sense of peace and contentment.

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, he slept soundly until noon.

After finishing lunch alone, I sat upright, focused my mind, and silently practiced the Pangu visualization technique.

After dinner, he moved between different residences, trying different methods to comprehend the profound meaning of dual cultivation.

"The true energy I condensed today is clearly not as abundant as yesterday."

Lin Quan got up at noon, ate a few bites of food hastily, then leaned back on the sofa, sipping tea and smoking, repeatedly pondering the words in the "Huangdi Neijing".

Comparing it with my years of accumulated knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, those originally obscure texts suddenly became clear, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

After pondering for two hours, he turned his attention to studying the "Qing Nang Shu" (Book of the Green Bag).

"It's almost four o'clock, time to calm down and meditate."

Sitting cross-legged with eyes lowered, Lin Quan focused all his thoughts on the creation myth of Pangu creating the world.

When Qin Huairu and the others came home from get off work, they saw him sitting still, nodding slightly, before turning around and rushing into the kitchen to get busy.

Although they couldn't compare to He Yuzhu's masterful cooking skills, their culinary skills in stir-frying, stewing, braising, and cooking were already outstanding among ordinary households.

After contemplation, one eats, meditates, greets the night and bids farewell to the dawn, and a new day quietly unfolds.

When alone, Lin Quan once again dives into the replica of Earth.

In one morning, he used the geomantic map he drew with his spiritual power to precisely sweep through eight ancient tombs.

"The tomb of Dongfang Shuo? It really is here."

Lin Quan raised an eyebrow slightly as his gaze swept over the reliefs and inscriptions on the tomb walls.

"No more than a meter long, its cold light still gleaming, its blade aura menacing—could it be the Minghong Blade?"

Everyone knows that the Xuanyuan Sword is unparalleled in its sharpness, but few know the origin of the Minghong Blade.

When the Xuanyuan Sword was forged, the leftover materials spontaneously generated a spirit, which coalesced into a blade, known as Minghong.

After the Yellow Emperor obtained Xuanyuan, he feared that Xuanyuan would turn against him. He held a sword to cut down Xuanyuan, but unexpectedly, the swan suddenly transformed into a skybird and flew away.

Legend has it that Emperor Wu of Han obtained this sword by chance and personally bestowed it upon Dongfang Shuo, after which Dongfang Shuo disappeared from the world.

With a slight thought, Lin Quan instantly teleported into the tomb.

Despite the chilling pressure emanating from the blade, he walked steadily forward.

"What a fine blade! To possess such sharpness even before recognizing a master, it must be a peerless divine weapon."

He held his breath and reached out; the moment his fingertips touched the hilt of the knife, a surge of frenzied, struggling power erupted from him.

After a few breaths of stalemate, the sword's momentum gradually subsided, and the humming subsided, as if it had bowed its head in submission.

Holding the legendary, long-lost divine blade, Lin Quan's heart burned with excitement.

When blood was dripped onto the blade, it remained completely still and showed no reaction.