Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Don't be nervous—mutants or ordinary people, it makes no difference to me. The only difference is that I treat you sincerely and I intend to harm you." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was light and unconcerned.

"Thank you, boss," the two replied in unison, their shoulders relaxing as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Under Zhong Guohong's hands-on guidance, it took them a full seventeen days to master the entire set of movements of Supreme Yoga.

Practicing side by side every day, facing each other day and night, Wanda's defenses gradually loosened, and she slowly became immersed in it.

"Today I'll teach you meditation techniques. The root causes of mutants going out of control are nothing more than two things: an unstable mind or a weak will..." Before he finished speaking, Chung Kwok-hung had already led the two of them to sit cross-legged and regulate their breathing.

As mutants, Piteno and Wanda both entered a state of clear tranquility in just over an hour.

Having been in this world for more than three years, my past memories are like the receding sands of time, and the outlines of my past are becoming increasingly blurred.

Energetic and full of vitality, Zhong Guohong always feels a surge of passion whenever he sees Wanda.

Her alluring figure, partially hidden, was like a silent summons, stirring his heart.

As they spent more time together, a tacit understanding gradually developed, and undercurrents were already swirling in their glances.

That night, as darkness deepened, a slender figure silently pushed open the door and stopped in front of his bed.

"Zhong." Wanda's voice was soft and almost inaudible.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, paired with her exquisitely curvaceous figure, Zhong Guohong no longer hesitated.

When the water flows naturally, one can cultivate the Yin-Yang True Scripture together, allowing the Yin and Yang energies to merge and rise, condensing into pure true energy.

A warm yet strange energy slowly flows along the eight extraordinary meridians, circulating endlessly and continuously.

After completing the exercise, the Yin and Yang True Qi, along with that unfamiliar power, sank into the lower dantian and quietly lay dormant.

"The increase in true qi is roughly equivalent to a year of arduous cultivation, plus an additional wisp of indescribable qi."

In his previous life, he quantified true qi—the amount gained from a full year of cultivation was called "one year's true qi".

Zhong Guohong was both surprised and delighted to find that his true energy had increased by a year on his first time cultivating with Wanda; as for the strange new energy, its origin was still unclear.

Looking at the beautiful woman sleeping soundly beside him, he reached out and embraced her slender waist, closed his eyes and fell asleep until dawn.

I ran into Pieteno when I went out in the morning. He looked slightly taken aback: "Sister, boss... what's going on here?"

"I'm with Wanda now," Chung Kwok-hung answered crisply.

After breakfast, Piteno and Wanda practiced Highest Yoga Tantra as usual.

Zhong Guohong sat still, his mind completely absorbed in the hammering and forging of the "Dragon Elephant Undying Technique".

This skill is divided into nine levels: upon reaching the first level, one's muscles and bones can bear a thousand catties; upon reaching the second level, one can lift two thousand catties; and upon reaching the ninth level, one's brute strength can reach two hundred and fifty-six thousand catties.

This skill places particular emphasis on physical toughness. When cultivated to the fifth level, bullets will deflect upon approaching the body, causing little to no harm.

After three years of arduous training, supplemented by repeated tempering with medicinal baths, Zhong Guohong has steadily entered the sixth level of cultivation.

With a foundation from his previous life, he never lacked medicinal herbs, and it took him more than three years to reach the sixth level, which was not exactly fast.

Currently, his physical strength is 32,000 jin, equivalent to 16 tons. In terms of pure strength alone, he is far inferior to the Hulk.

Even if all nine layers are broken in the future, this physical strength will still be far from matching the Hulk's.

After lunch, the three of them sat down for a meal. After the meal, Wanda and Piteno snuggled up on the sofa and read books.

Chung Kwok-hung closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, drawing in the Yin and Yang Qi in his lower dantian and slowly circulating it along the meridians and acupoints.

As his account balance dwindled, he decided to sell an "heirloom" diamond.

"Fifteen million dollars should last for a while."

Using the ability to replicate the treasure bowl, he can create diamonds of impeccable size, color, and clarity at will.

The dozen or so people who were spying on the robbery were instantly turned on by him under his mental control, and gunfire erupted.

"The two groups fighting each other went completely smoothly; there were no surveillance cameras around, so no one could trace it back to me."

Without even glancing at the haphazardly lying figures on the ground, he got into his car and drove off.

Rogers is still asleep in the ice, Tony has not yet created the first Iron Man suit, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s offer has not yet been made.

Chung Kwok-hung was too lazy to go out. During the day, he diligently practiced the "Dragon Elephant Imperishable Skill," and at night, he studied the "Yin Yang True Scripture" with Wanda, who had skin as smooth as jade and eyes as clear as autumn water.

That morning, he was leaning back on the sofa, staring at the TV, when suddenly a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Zhong, what's wrong?" Wanda asked, tilting her head, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Nothing, just had a ridiculous idea," he casually brushed off. Stark Industries news was scrolling across the screen—it was only 1999, a full eleven years before Iron Man donned his armor and took to the skies.

He had little interest in the original suit.

It's not too late for Tony Stark to create an enhanced version before he replicates it exactly.

Despite pouring all his efforts into it in his past life, the miniature arc reactor remains an unattainable dream.

But that fist-sized energy core acted like a magnet, firmly gripping his mind.

If it were the source, Chung Kuo-hung would confidently guarantee that he could create an even more formidable combat suit—the frame would be copied, the armor replaced with Adamantium or Vibranium, and it might not even crack even if it withstood a nuclear explosion; the weapon modules would be directly replaced with miniature mushroom bombs, and one punch would cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split; even the "Little DJI" drone that he created in his early years by imitating DJI, once embedded in the reactor, would have its range increased by tens of thousands of times, and with a little modification, it could instantly raise a suicide swarm.

Thousands upon thousands of miniature mushroom bombs exploded simultaneously, and even the most formidable expert would be reduced to ashes.

"What are you thinking about now?" Wanda blinked.

He casually made up a lame joke, and she laughed so hard she almost cried.

Once inside, the two practiced their foreign language for a while before Zhong Guohong began teaching Wanda and Pieteno the "Dragon Elephant Indestructible Skill".

He planned to cultivate his skills step by step, layer by layer, in a steady and methodical manner, until he reached the ninth level of mastery.

The current attack method has not evolved and has at most reached the sixth level.

On the morning of the same day, a middle-aged man wearing a silver-gray helmet, accompanied by a woman in her early twenties, stepped into the Abraham neighborhood.

"Eric, this is it." Raven pointed to the red lacquered wooden door of the Sichuan restaurant.

"Raven, knock on the door," Eric said in a low voice.

She stepped forward and kowtowed three times.

Zhong Guohong slowly walked downstairs, opened the door, and glanced around: "What is it?"

"We're looking for Wanda and Pieteno," Eric said bluntly.

"Wanda! Piteno! Someone's at the door!" Chung Kwok-hung called out upstairs.

The two responded and descended the steps lightly.

"Brotherhood, Eric Lenschel," he said, getting straight to the point. "This is Raven."

"Oh? Magneto?" Chung Kwok-hung feigned surprise.

"The rift between mutants and ordinary people is widening," Eric said, his words quickening. "Bolivar of Trask Industries is hunting down his own kind all over the world..."

"Sorry, we've already joined the Radiant Sun Squad," Piteno said decisively.