Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He held his breath and steadily caught the surging energy flow from the box—he succeeded!

My heart suddenly raced, and my palms felt slightly hot.

The treasure basin hummed, and one after another, jade boxes, crystal bottles, and black bronze jars took shape, each filled with solidified Yin-Yang true energy.

He sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing, slowly circulating the Yin-Yang True Scripture, repeatedly extracting, compressing, and settling the true energy in the box.

"The surge of true energy was like a tidal wave; the feeling of fullness was simply addictive."

"Unfortunately, cultivation techniques rely entirely on spiritual energy for nourishment, but I can't find even a trace of it around me."

In just a few days, the true qi in the lower dantian has accumulated to the level of three hundred years of cultivation.

His meridians felt faintly swollen and hot, as if they were about to burst, and he reluctantly stopped practicing.

Through repeated dual cultivation and tempering, his true energy became increasingly pure, like mercury, and his meridians became as tough as steel cables.

Three months later, Zhong Guohong's internal energy broke through the millennium barrier, but he deliberately pressed the pause button.

The meridians and acupoints have reached a critical point; adding even a fraction more would be self-destructive.

Turning his attention to spiritual power—finding the Soul-Bearing Black Iron, he followed suit, layering it upon layer.

"His mental power covers a radius of 10,000 meters, and he can lift a hundred-ton weight with just his will... His soul has reached its limit."

"But when his mental power explodes, he can lift a thousand tons—this tenfold increase is not an illusion, but a qualitative change."

Mental power is like a clear mirror, reflecting every detail; mental power, however, can only control energy or objects, and has no ability to investigate.

At this moment, Chung Kuo-hung's mental power has become so refined that it can capture particles as small as 1 centimeter.

One nanometer equals one million femtometers—he can see the tiny existence with a volume of only one millionth of a nanometer.

When you project your mental energy outwards, you feel resistance like a wall; when you spread your spiritual energy outwards, you can see all things in the world.

Of course, nothing in this world is absolute: certain ancient techniques, special treasures, and even individual high-level cultivators can distort, obscure, or even deflect spiritual probes.

"The Seed Project has been successfully completed. What's the next step?"

He glanced at the smartwatch on his wrist, then turned and strolled into the kitchen.

Before he could finish speaking, a figure appeared out of thin air and silently pressed against his back.

Chung Kwok-hung suddenly turned around and pulled Susan into his arms—the two exchanged information quickly in fluent foreign languages, invisible to each other.

After a long while, he tied on an apron, the stove fire rose, and in the blink of an eye, a table full of steaming hot food was laid out; after eating and drinking to his heart's content, he comfortably soaked in a pool of boiling hot water.

In the stillness of the night, he lay on his back in bed, feeling cramped and confined by the surrounding walls. He decided to build a base that truly belonged to him.

The next morning, he drove away from the existing base; just after 2 p.m., the 500 acres of land were firmly in his name.

These 500 acres are equivalent to more than 3,000 mu.

$6,000 per acre, total price of three million, easily acquired.

"Living by the river, nestled within a clear lake, backed by green mountains, and with easy access to the main road—it has both good feng shui and convenience."

On his way back to the city, he called Xiaobai and ordered him to rush to produce the overall planning map overnight; he then contacted a reputable construction company and finalized the cooperation on the spot.

"Buying land for three million and building a building for eight hundred million—I'm probably the only one like that in the world."

The research and development building rises from the ground: nine floors above ground and nine floors underground, a total of eighteen floors, with steel frames buried deep in the rock strata, and the dome pointing straight to the sky.

In addition to the main building, there are also staff dormitories, an administrative center, a central canteen, and nineteen independent villas.

His own house stands atop the mountain, covering an area of ​​3,000 square meters, and is constructed entirely with a new pressure- and earthquake-resistant structure; the other eighteen houses are scattered across the mountainside and valley, reserved specifically for members of the Shining Sun Squad.

The US dollars lying in your bank account are just cold, impersonal digital currency; but once you put them into action, they become real resources and a source of confidence.

A customized super soldier serum, worth five hundred million US dollars on the market—he could obtain it with ease.

"The day the Sunrise Manor is topped out will be the day I officially leave S.H.I.E.L.D."

After watching the first batch of building materials and construction teams enter the site in a grand procession, he turned his vehicle around and returned to the base.

Next, he replicated Danvers's StarCraft armor and Susan's space exploration suit, and began a comprehensive upgrade of the Radiant Sun team's equipment system.

Danvers' silver-gray battle robe was made by the best craftsmen on Kree.

The uniform Susan wore during her first deep space exploration, after being repeatedly tempered by cosmic rays, possessed incredible fire resistance and astonishing ductility...

"In the Marvel universe, radiation is not a calamity, but a gift."

When she first boarded the space station, she was wearing ordinary work clothes made on Earth;

After being subjected to high-energy radiation, even Johnny's flames of thousands of degrees Celsius couldn't burn through the fabric; Reed's limbs suddenly stretched dozens of times, and his suit stretched in sync without any tearing...

Chung Kuo-hung activated his replication ability, mixing two native materials with Adamantium alloy, vibranium, and the rare magnetic fibers used in Magneto's helmet, repeatedly melting, proportioning, and testing them—starting over time until the performance approached the physical limits.

"Breathable and skin-friendly, energy-absorbing, impact-resistant, and adaptable to different shapes..."

He paused for a moment, then picked up his pen and redrawn the entire uniform design.

"Wanda, Natasha, Phoenix, Susan, Danvers, Mary, Storm—from underwear to combat boots, everything was custom-made according to their most frequently worn, best-fitting, and most pleasing styles and color schemes."

He then drove his armored off-road vehicle around the city, and when he returned, the truck was filled with boxes and bags of new materials.

Banner, Betty, Piteno, and Maria each received a brand-new set of battle uniforms; the rest were mostly prepared for Chung Kwok-hung himself and the girls.

As the uniforms were handed to Wanda, Danvers, and the others, they beamed with joy, their eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

"Zhong, Johnny, Ben, Reed... can you join the Radiant Sun Squad?" Susan's eyes sparkled, her tone full of eagerness.

"Of course," he nodded in agreement.

"That's wonderful! How do you want me to thank you?" She sat up with a bright smile.

"What do you think?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled meaningfully.

Johnny is her younger brother, always carefree and unconventional; Ben and Reed are currently struggling with rent and equipment costs.

If the three of them successfully join the team, it will not only enhance their fighting strength but also solve their immediate problem—from then on, they will have no worries about food and drink and their future will be secure.

Seeing Susan vanish into thin air, Chung Kwok-hung felt a sinking feeling of unease.

The night was as dark as ink, and a group of hunched and twisted human figures wandered aimlessly in the dark and damp sewers.

Two hours later, a withered claw suddenly pried open the iron gate, and a dark shadow rolled and crawled into the ventilation opening on the first floor of the research institute.

The piercing alarm ripped through the silence, and everyone at the research institute tensed up instantly.

In the monitoring room, the operator grabbed the walkie-talkie and screamed, "A living thing has broken in—repeat, it's a living thing!"

Several armed security guards yelled, "Bullets can't penetrate! They're all useless!"

"Chung, these aren't mutants, and they're not living people," Wanda whispered.

"Like a vampire, yet not quite..." Natasha frowned slightly. As a veteran S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she had long known that vampires existed—but she never revealed it to the public.

True vampires are nocturnal, living deep underground year-round; they survive on blood but rarely bite people themselves, relying mostly on sealed blood bags from hospitals to prolong their lives.