Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As the attack technique was activated, the power of chaos slowly transformed into blazing white true fire, surging and flowing through the acupoints throughout the body, circulating endlessly along the meridians, and finally converging into the lower dantian, merging entirely into that chaotic golden elixir...

"The true fire of the sun is complete; it's time to use it to temper my body."

He used his divine sense to control the fire, repeatedly forging his skin, flesh, muscles, and bones from the outside in.

After absorbing the solar fire replicated by the treasure basin, the Blazing Sun Scripture could hardly advance even a fraction of a step in less than three days.

It took him more than two months to refine the Dragon Elephant Imperishable Technique to the twenty-third level, completing its mastery.

Upon achieving success, one's physical strength suddenly increases.

His physical strength alone is 2,097,152 tons; if his super strength talent is activated, it can increase to 20,971,520 tons.

The essence of a person lies in essence, qi, and spirit: essence is the physical body, qi is the source, and spirit is the spiritual pivot.

The stronger the physical body, the more powerful the energy and spirit it can contain.

He fused solidified divine consciousness, and the amount of divine consciousness surged wildly.

As the solidified chaotic power was refined, the chaotic golden core in the lower dantian slowly expanded.

"Still at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage... Could it be that in this American reality show world, the cultivation ceiling is just this?"

He shook off his distracting thoughts and turned his attention to calmly studying the Cold Moon Scripture.

The blazing sun and the cold moon are, by nature, the two poles of yin and yang, mutually generating and mutually restraining each other.

Having just finished cultivating the Blazing Sun Scripture, his body felt as if an inextinguishable furnace was burning, causing unbearable heat.

Even though Wanda and Natasha took turns using their magic to cool her down, they couldn't suppress the burning heat that emanated from within.

When practicing the Dragon Elephant Undying Technique, one can use the intense pain of body tempering to temporarily distract oneself from the torment.

To solve this problem, he had a sudden inspiration and decided to do the opposite and focus on cultivating the Cold Moon True Scripture.

Following the method, the power of chaos was drawn in and circulated through the body repeatedly. The scalding energy gradually condensed into frost, subsided, and cooled.

"The blazing sun and the freezing moon may be combined to create a true Yin-Yang scripture."

The Cold Moon True Scripture originated from Chang'e in the Moon Palace, while the Blazing Sun True Scripture was inherited from the Sun Emperor in the Sun Palace.

Yin and Yang, cold and heat, naturally complement each other, perfectly in line with the Great Dao of Yin and Yang.

As the master of the treasure basin, his soul is immortal.

Torn meridians? Super self-healing power repairs them instantly;

The physical body will crumble? At most, one will be reborn into the cycle of reincarnation to continue the previous life's connection.

With such confidence, one naturally has fewer concerns and more courage when cultivating.

In less than three days, the Cold Moon True Scripture also hit a bottleneck and became difficult to improve further.

Zhong Guohong held his breath and focused his mind, using the Yin-Yang True Scripture as a framework, and forging the cold sharpness of the Cold Moon True Scripture and the scorching power of the Blazing Sun True Scripture inch by inch into the depths of his meridians.

He became so engrossed in the deduction that he was completely unaware of the changing of day and night, or the withering and flourishing of plants.

For nineteen months, he stayed indoors, his fingertips tracing burn marks on the jade slip, his divine sense weaving and stitching together the cracks in the attack techniques—finally, the three true scriptures flowed into the vast main vein of the Yin-Yang True Scripture, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Before the thought had even settled, he went with the flow and fused the fused Yin-Yang Daoist essence, along with the original fragments of "Blazing Sun" and "Cold Moon," into the original framework of "Chaos Divine Technique."

As the new technique was completed, he exhaled slightly from his palm, and a gray-white halo rose up, silently piercing through the three-foot-long black iron. Zhong Guohong's lips curled up, and his eyes curved into a smile.

His face, though fifty years old, was as clear and bright as a teenager who had just received his college acceptance letter.

Golden Core cultivators live for five hundred years, and Nascent Soul cultivators live for over a thousand years, but Zhong Guohong's fate hangs on the edge of a knife—he is not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator; what surges within him is the Primordial Chaos Power that only existed at the beginning of chaos.

Although that cultivation method originated from immortal sage texts, its spiritual energy? There was none in the Milky Way, and not even a trace in any American fantasy world. He wasn't cultivating spirit; he was cultivating chaos itself.

After checking his account balance, he strolled towards the R&D building and personally handed out generous red envelopes to each engineer.

More than 500 Kree remains, dozens of active serums, membership top-ups, global movie box office revenue, amusement park annual passes... all these add up to a staggering 215.362 trillion Chinese dollars lying dormant in the account.

He left behind 10 billion US dollars and 10 billion Chinese dollars for working capital, and gave the rest to Xiaobai—donating it to all primary and secondary schools at the county and city levels in China to build laboratories and observatories.

"The money I saved up over several years was almost all gone in the time it takes to eat a meal."

At the current exchange rate, this amount is equivalent to approximately 7.3 trillion US dollars.

With the technology he possesses, achieving a monthly net profit exceeding ten trillion US dollars would be a piece of cake.

He's just too lazy to keep an eye on the books; otherwise, he would have the entire global economic sphere firmly in his grasp long ago.

Last year, the combined GDP of China and the United States barely exceeded 30 trillion yuan—while he could casually throw out a set of anti-gravity coating patents and earn tens of trillions of yuan a month, more easily than wholesaling cabbages.

He shook his sleeves, turned around, and entered the gate of Xuyang Film and Television Company.

As soon as Uncle Da saw him, he grinned and shouted in a loud voice, "The boss is here!"

"Are you hungry? It's my treat today." Chung Kwok-hung patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"I was just thinking about ordering takeout!" Uncle Da scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He casually pulled Stephen Chow along, and the three of them headed straight for a time-honored restaurant in the old town.

Uncle Da, in his early seventies, has firm skin and walks briskly due to years of serum injections, looking no more than forty; Stephen Chow, in his late sixties, has relaxed eyebrows and black hair, looking exactly like a young director who has just graduated.

"Stephen Chow, do you have any plans to get married?" Chung Kwok-hung asked casually, picking up a piece of steamed grouper with his chopsticks.

Stephen Chow paused with his chopsticks, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The girl I wanted to marry... her grave is overgrown with weeds."

"Uncle Da, how's the 'resource' gathering going on your end?" Chung Kwok-hung blinked.

"Not many, just enough to fill a mahjong table," Uncle Da said with a frank smile, making no attempt to hide his true feelings.

The two run Xuyang Film and Television, where beautiful women are a common sight; their bodies, tempered by more than twenty kinds of serums, far surpass ordinary people, and their appetites are naturally more intense than those of ordinary people.

Chung Kwok-hung knew all about these things: Stephen Chow was currently entangled with Taylor, Avril Lavigne, and Jennifer; while Uncle Tat was steady and reliable, knowing all eight of his girlfriends well, and living a fulfilling life.

The meal lasted nearly forty minutes, the conversation was casual and genuine. Chung Kwok-hung got up to say goodbye, his departing figure as free and easy as the wind.

"I never expected the boss to come in person," Stephen Chow murmured, gazing at the doorway.

"Haven't seen him for almost two years," Uncle Da nodded in agreement.

"Are you going back to Hong Kong at the end of the year?" Stephen Chow picked up his teacup and blew on the floating leaves.

"My wife and kids are here, and my eight confidantes are all here too—I'm not leaving." Uncle Da waved his hand, his tone resolute.

"How about we put Chow Yun-fat and Andy Lau together for the next movie, a showdown between two titans?" Stephen Chow's eyes gleamed.

"You decide. I'm just here to carry your bags." Uncle Da shrugged, looking relaxed.

Chung Kwok-hung walked alone on the bustling city street, amidst the surging crowds and dazzling neon lights.

Suddenly, a dark figure sprang up, a baseball bat whistling through the air, and smashed down on his head!