Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Eating, bathing, practicing meditation, night ends and morning begins, the day begins anew.

The phone rang, and he put on his leader's coat, hopped on his motorcycle, and headed straight for Robbie's house.

"Leader, all the gold and diamonds have been sold..." Gabu reported.

"Let's buy a new car. Robbie's Dodge is too shabby." Chung Kwok-hung nodded in agreement.

More than 20 million US dollars worth of stolen goods were ultimately exchanged for only 12 million US dollars.

Robbing diamonds from jewelry stores has always been a favorite "quick money" business for outlaws.

Diamonds are lightweight, small in size, and expensive, making them easier to snatch than gold bars or cash.

Carrying large amounts of cash is cumbersome, and gold is heavy and difficult to sell; in reality, it's not worth it.

Many unscrupulous superhumans target jewelry stores, smashing windows and breaking down doors to loot everything.

Diamonds themselves are not rare; the inflated market price is a bubble created by jewelers working together to drive up prices.

Insurance companies stopped accepting policies from jewelry companies, and jewelers dared not stockpile too much inventory. As a result, the market cooled down, and prices plummeted.

"Leader, target file." Gabe handed over a thin piece of paper.

Modern Pharmaceutical Factory is an asset of South Korea. On the surface, it produces various medicines, but behind the scenes, it uses live people as test subjects...

Decades ago, both the Soviet Union and the United States launched super soldier programs.

In an instant, a wave of activity swept through the region, with various forces following suit and secretly launching similar projects.

"Leader, clear the area? Or leave a few survivors?" Frank asked in a low voice.

"Leave no one alive," Chung Kwok-hung said calmly.

"When will the operation take place?" Robbie looked up.

"Seven o'clock in the evening." Chung Kwok-hung glanced at his watch.

"More than three hours left—how about a game of mahjong? The outcome for the winners." Logan rubbed his fingers together.

"Okay," Zhong Guohong replied readily.

The five people sat down again, the loser left the room, and the newcomer took his place, the bamboo tiles clattering.

Three hours later, they were standing outside the iron gates of the modern pharmaceutical factory.

Ordinary employees who have never worked on serum projects would have been fired long ago.

Those who remain in the factory at this moment are either those who know the truth or those who personally administered the medication and recorded the data.

As usual, they advanced in four directions, with Gabu remaining in the vehicle to keep a close eye on the signals and surveillance.

Chung Kwok-hung and Frank were holding assault rifles. Every time the muzzle of their rifles twitched, one of them would fall to the ground.

Robbie and Logan engaged in close combat; before their punches and kicks even landed, their opponent was already limp on the ground.

In less than half an hour, all the factory security guards, lab technicians, and logistics staff were taken down.

All the imprisoned test subjects were released, and the safes, drawers, archives, and laboratory equipment were all emptied. Everyone then drove back to Robbie's house.

After dividing the spoils, Chung Kwok-hung, Logan, and Frank went their separate ways.

Half an hour later, Phil Coulson knocked on Robbie's door.

"Who are you?" Gabe stood in the doorway.

"Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D." He flashed his badge.

Not long ago, Phil made a mistake that was reported to higher-ups, and he was ousted from his position as director.

Today, S.H.I.E.L.D. has become a tool of American law enforcement.

"What's up?" Robbie leaned against the doorframe.

"Is that you in the video?" Phil took out his phone, tapped the screen, and the picture lit up.

Ever since he became Ghost Rider, Robbie has been hunting down criminals all over the city.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has the resources and channels to thoroughly uncover his background.

Phil came to the door not to arrest someone, but to ask for help.

With more and more superhumans committing evil, vigilantes like Robbie who dare to risk everything are extremely rare.

Upon hearing the purpose of the visit, Robbie felt relieved and simply said, "Let me think about it."

"Robbie, only you can keep the ghost at bay—if you stand idly by, your neighbor might be the next victim." Phil had no intention of backing down.

"Give me three days." Robbie neither nodded nor shook his head.

"I know you're with Wolverine, the Punisher..." Phil began.

"Even a ruthless character like Amanda, whose heart is blacker than ink, can force prisoners to form teams to take on missions; to put it bluntly, what we're doing is cleaning up your messes," Robbie scoffed. He had long since signed a pact with the evil spirit, making him incredibly tough.

The United States does not have the death penalty, so even if S.H.I.E.L.D. were to capture him, they would at most put him in jail.

With his skills, no matter how tightly the iron gate was locked, it couldn't stop him from walking away.

"Fine," Phil sighed and nodded in agreement.

Deep within the treasure basin, a replica of the moon floats silently.

Intelligent robots and fully automated tunneling machines are taking turns munching on the lunar soil.

Xiaobai's scan revealed that a massive palace was buried beneath the moon's surface.

Since then, tens of thousands of intelligent machines have been working day and night, drilling, transporting, and clearing obstacles without stopping for a moment.

After digging for several years, they were only forty meters away from the main gate of the palace.

The miniature nuclear fusion reactor provides a stable power supply, and all its machinery has been running continuously for many years, remaining as sharp as new and as powerful as ever.

Chung Kwok-hung stepped into the replicated Earth again, and upon hearing that the palace was almost within reach, he turned around and teleported away.

In the blink of an eye, he had set foot on the replica of the moon.

"The Moon Palace truly stands here!"

Looking up at the ancient and solemn plaque above the palace gate, Zhong Guohong was both surprised and delighted.

The name "Guanghan Palace" has been known to me for a long time, countless times.

He stepped through the open palace gates and entered.

"This palace is so smooth and lustrous; could it be carved from mutton-fat jade?"

"No—jade has no cold marrow, but this place is chilling to the bone. It should be the 'Nine Nether Cold Jade' recorded in ancient books."

"Its interior is as vast as heaven and earth, as if a small world has been folded and contained within a tiny space."

Chung Kwok-hung walked slowly, glancing around, sometimes pausing, sometimes turning to examine things closely.

"The laurel tree is withered and its branches are cracked; Wu Gang has vanished, and Chang'e has disappeared without a trace."

He stared at the crumbling osmanthus tree, and the legendary, ceaseless sound of the axe still seemed to echo in his ears.

With a slight thought, the Minghong Blade suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Wu Gang has wielded his axe for ten thousand years without breaking the branch; can my single stroke sever it?"

A flash of light appeared, like lightning splitting the sky; a cold gleam swept across, and the cassia tree crashed down!

A ball of clear light rose into the air and then entered his brow.

"It truly came true! The old saying, 'To cut down the laurel tree is the key,' is indeed true!"

Information flooded his mind, and Zhong Guohong's lips curled into a smile that he could not hide.

The sacred tree that Wu Gang could not move even after spending countless years was cut down by him with a single stroke;

The secret immortal technique that should have belonged to that immortal who cut down the cassia tree has now fallen into his own hands.

If the osmanthus tree were still alive, with his current cultivation level, he probably wouldn't even be able to peel off half a piece of bark.

But things are unpredictable—since the Minghong Blade was forged in the same furnace as the Xuanyuan Sword, its spirituality is several times greater. If its full power is unleashed, it might just be able to split the living cassia tree!

"Is the Golden Eye of Illusion considered a supernatural power? If one cultivates immortal techniques to their ultimate level, can they transform into supernatural powers?"

He shook off his distracting thoughts and continued deeper into the heart of the Moon Palace.

The white wall is as white as snow, and intricate runes and flying apsara scrolls are engraved on it, with lively brushstrokes and a long-lasting charm.

The entire palace is based on pure white, occasionally punctuated with touches of blue-green, like buds sprouting in the frost, cold but not desolate.

"This place used to be a medicinal herb garden, but unfortunately the spiritual roots have all decayed and not a single plant can grow here."