Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The entire bay area, including residential land, old Western-style buildings, and seaside villas, has already been acquired.

"The sea is boundless, the sky is its shore; I stand alone atop the peak, the peak itself."

Looking around at the vast expanse, my heart felt open and free, and a sense of grounded and reassuring satisfaction welled up within me.

After chewing a few pieces of dried yak beef, Lin Quan stepped into the replica Earth and summoned Xiao Bai to deliver a message.

"My cultivation has stagnated for many years. What should I do now?"

After thinking for a moment, he decided to pick up his cooking skills again.

In his early years, while replicating Earth archaeology, he unearthed a batch of imperial cuisine notes that had been sealed for a hundred years.

Unfortunately, there is no ready-made product, so the treasure basin cannot be replicated out of thin air.

Having been exposed to the craft for many years, his skills were already quite solid;

Coupled with the steady, precise, and ruthless knife skills honed through surgical practice, his ability to slice meat into thin strips as thin as hair and cut flesh into paper is already a mastery.

After silently reciting the key points of the recipe several times, he chose the first main dish – Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

"I personally went to get the main ingredients like shark fin, sea cucumber, and abalone."

Stepping onto the replicated Earth, he piloted the Radiant Sun spacecraft straight to the coast.

I plunged into the azure waves, walked barefoot on the water, and strolled slowly through the crystal-clear seawater.

At the age of fifty-seven, he had been on Earth for twenty-two years.

After 22 years of continuous purification, the air is now as fresh as the earth, the seawater is as clear as glass, and even the former deserts are quietly turning green again.

Thanks to the power of the Treasure Basin's resetting, the nuclear contamination in Japan has long since vanished.

In rivers, lakes, and seas, fish, shrimp, and crabs swarm like clouds, their numbers increasing more than tenfold.

"A yellow croaker weighing over 100 pounds is the best for making gelatin. We catch one alive, replicate it, and then release it back into the wild."

"Abalone weighing over two pounds, the very best of the best, must be replicated from a live specimen."

"A dozen or so Liaoning sea cucumbers, a top-grade tonic, we'll take them all—alive ones."

"A three-pound yellow croaker, one live clone, and there will be enough fry for the rest of the time."

Lin Quan leisurely traverses the colorful, surging sea, and with a light touch of his fingertips, countless fish, shrimp, and crabs appear one after another.

Some replicate live animals on the spot, while others kill them first and then make replicas.

As winter ends and spring arrives, time flows by silently like the tide.

His footprints covered rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, plains, and the ends of the earth, replicating every living creature that could be seen on the land.

"Famous ingredients and spices from around the world can be created instantly with a thought."

After two years and traversing countless mountains and rivers, Lin Quan finally began to cook Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

Simply clone a celadon Shaoxing wine jar, then fill it with top-quality abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, fish maw, scallops, chicken, duck, and ham.

After more than ten hours of simmering and stewing, a pot of fragrant Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is finally ready.

"The taste is acceptable, but it's still a step away from being the best. Let's try again."

Lin Quan has always been demanding of himself, scrutinizing each jar of wine repeatedly.

"Only now can it be considered a true masterpiece—this is how Buddha Jumps Over the Wall should taste."

The former dynasty's Nian Gengyao only ate the tender tips of cabbages, while the former dynasty's Tang Yaowen used ginseng as fuel when cooking.

He built a clay stove and, in the blink of an eye, cloned a whole bundle of century-old ginseng.

The ginseng ignited with a faint blue flame, while only two tender white cabbage hearts were stirring in the pot.

"It doesn't seem... that amazing?"

A year later, Lin Quan, whose culinary skills had reached perfection, suddenly felt inspired and invited He Yuzhu to compete in knife skills and cooking techniques.

"Ah Quan, I'm impressed! Your skills have really outdone me."

After tasting it, He Yuzhu's expression changed several times, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Yuzhu, these are three handwritten copies of imperial manuscripts that I found, printed and bound exactly as they were. Would you like to take them and study them?"

Lin Quan handed over three thick cookbooks, their pages gleaming faintly.

"Thanks!" He Yuzhu laughed heartily. As a direct descendant of the imperial chefs, what he loved most was the aroma and smell of cooking.

"By the way, Xu Damao called yesterday and said your dad went back to the courtyard house." Lin Quan said calmly.

"Let him be." He Yuzhu frowned slightly.

"No matter what, he's still your biological father who gave you life and raised you. I heard he's eighty-three. If you don't go see him, you might not be able to sleep soundly at night in the future." Lin Quan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and clear.

He Yuzhu remained silent for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly.

"Let's go back," Lin Quan said softly.

"Hmm," he responded softly.

The following day, the group took a flight directly to Beijing.

In his spare time, Lin Quan often travels back and forth between Hong Kong and Beijing.

Familiar faces, one after another, fade into the past...

Upon their return, Qin Shijie and Liu Chunyan, both with silver hair, smiled so much that fine lines appeared at the corners of their eyes.

After staying in Qinjiacun for a few days, Lin Quan took a plane back to Hong Kong.

"His culinary skills have reached a level of perfection; any delicacy in the world can be obtained with a mere thought."

He sat quietly for a moment, then suddenly decided to establish a martial arts school—to integrate the lost traditions of traditional Chinese martial arts with contemporary Chinese kung fu, so that they could be passed down from generation to generation.

He personally traveled all over the country, carefully selecting three hundred outstanding and kind-hearted teenagers.

Three months later, the "Yanhuang Martial Arts School" was officially established in Hong Kong.

For the next six months, students practiced Hunyuan Zhuang (a type of standing meditation) in the morning and Yi Jin Jing (a traditional Chinese exercise) twelve forms in the afternoon.

Power originates from the ground; stance training is the foundation for gathering strength. If the heels are unstable, punches and kicks will only be empty sounds.

After six months of foundation building, cultural courses were added to the curriculum; the training methods were also upgraded to Eight Treasures Hard Qigong, Bajiquan, Yang Style Tai Chi, and Thirty-Six Forms of Capturing Hands.

The Eight Treasures Hard Qigong trains both internal and external aspects, and its entry threshold is much lower than that of the Bone Forging Classic, yet it is solid and profound.

The first batch of core members of Yaoyang Security Company were all the earliest disciples who learned martial arts from Lin Quan.

Later, he selected a group of veterans who had retired from the front line of security to serve as instructors.

Having practiced martial arts for thirty years, he is now in his early sixties, with a physique as strong as a pine tree, and he is very thorough in teaching his students.

That morning, Taekwondo master Park Myung-chang arrogantly came to challenge him.

Hong Kong, which is rapidly developing, already has numerous karate dojos, Muay Thai dojos, and taekwondo dojos.

With the opening of Yanhuang Martial Arts School, the number of customers in restaurants plummeted, and resentment began to fester.

The combat skills of Yaoyang Security were already well-known throughout the streets and alleys of Hong Kong.

Sixty-three-year-old instructor Qin Bo stepped forward slowly and delivered a powerful punch, causing Park Myung-chang to cough up blood and kneel down on the spot.

After twenty years of rigorous training in Babao Hard Qigong and fifteen years of immersion in Bajiquan, Qin Bo dares to challenge even world boxing champions to his face.

Taekwondo moves may look impressive, but in a real fight, they can't even withstand three moves.

He raised his leg higher than the door frame, yet couldn't even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes—what else could this be but offering himself up as a target?

Bajiquan has always been a style of ruthless, close-quarters combat with explosive, one-inch power, relentlessly pressing forward and never retreating even half a step.

Taekwondo favors long-range sweeping kicks and slashing strikes, so when faced with this style of fighting that cuts right into your arms and tears you apart, you're naturally at a disadvantage.

Lin Quan suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart and casually asked his assistant to post a notice:

Whoever can defeat him head-on will receive one billion Star Coins on the spot!

The news caused an uproar on Earth.

Want to face Lin Quan head-on? You'll have to get past the instructors at Yanhuang Martial Arts School first.

Taekwondo black belt 9th dan, karate all-Japan champion, Muay Thai gold belt, judo Olympic gold medalist, undefeated professional boxing champion... all sorts of masters chartered planes overnight to fly to Hong Kong.

One billion Star Coins is not just a number; it's a real mountain of gold that can rewrite the fate of three generations.

Qin Bo took turns on stage, each time performing cleanly and efficiently.

Most of the challengers had barely gotten into position when they were knocked to the ground by a powerful elbow strike.