Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Wormholes are shaped like portals, and even top-tier spaceships can open them; so-called wormhole flight is space jump.

Zhong Guohong's Xuyang, crafted using a treasure basin, can traverse an entire galaxy in a single jump.

More than nine hundred years have passed, and Earth's technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, but Europe and America have almost stagnated.

Even now, in 3037 AD, the population of America remains just over 200 million.

Every now and then, some ferocious creatures that feed on blood roam the earth.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, the Brotherhood, Umbrella—these ancient organizations, rooted for millennia, still stand firmly to this day.

Vampires haven't disappeared; they still habitually live a nocturnal lifestyle.

Populations rise and fall, houses collapse and are rebuilt, but compared to hundreds of years ago, the only thing that has truly changed dramatically is technology.

After resting at home for a few days, Zhong Guohong went to each company and copied all the machine drawings, equipment parameters, and core code.

"A time machine can reverse aging or turn someone white overnight, with an error margin of no more than one day."

This thing was born on Earth more than 900 years ago. The earliest one could turn a person into a child or instantly hunch over like a piece of rotten wood. Unfortunately, when you fast-forward or rewind time, it's like walking blindfolded—you're heading in the right direction, but you can't keep up with the timing.

Modern devices can now pinpoint the exact date and time.

For example, by activating the latest model, you can accurately replicate your physical condition on a specific day in a specific year.

The Time Stone, the Cosmic Treadmill, the White Stone... can all take people to the past and future, but they cannot truly reverse birth, aging, sickness, and death—children never grow up, and the elderly cannot shrink back.

But time machines are different: old men can turn back into children, and children can be prematurely aged.

"I should go check on my thousand-year-old ginseng."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Chung Kuo-hung found himself standing deep within Changbai Mountain, overlooking the Earth.

When he first came into this world, he was twenty-six years old; he lived to be one hundred and forty-nine.

When I first stepped into the world of American variety shows, I was only seventeen years old; now, I am a full 1,005 years old.

The years of the two realms overlapped, totaling 1,112 years.

In the hundreds of mountains that are replicas of Earth, each one is densely covered with tens of thousands of thousand-year-old ginseng plants.

Is it really difficult for ginseng to live for a thousand years? Then take a million century-old ginseng plants and breed them repeatedly—some of them will eventually survive for two hundred years.

If another million two-hundred-year-old ginseng plants are taken and propagated, naturally some will survive to three hundred years.

The intelligent robots keep a close eye on things, screening, cultivating, and saving seeds again and again, ensuring that the yield only increases year after year.

Besides the thousand-year-old ginseng, the mountain also has thousand-year-old he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum), thousand-year-old ling zhi (Ganoderma lucidum), and even thousand-year-old grapevines.

When he has nothing to do, Chung Kwok-hung loves to study medicinal herbs and food ingredients.

Whether you have it or not is one thing; whether you can use it or not is another.

In order to enjoy a truly authentic old hen soup, he painstakingly selected and raised a century-old hen that could lay eggs through generations of superior breeding.

In the blink of an eye, he had teleported to a mountain of flowers and fruits.

"The grapes from thousand-year-old vines are sweet and refreshing, with juice that goes straight down your throat."

"Catch two century-old Gaoli chickens and dig up a thousand-year-old ginseng; we'll make soup tonight."

The meat of a century-old hen is dry and firm, but it can be simmered over low heat until it turns into a golden soup with an aroma that can be smelled from miles away.

"Catch two more century-old crows, add two catties of perilla, and stew a pot of rich old duck soup."

After a moment's thought, he made a quick trip to Japan, slaughtered a local black pig, and chopped off more than ten pounds of tender pork ribs.

More than an hour later, carrying various precious materials in his arms, he returned to Xuyang Manor.

After a hearty meal and a warm drink, I took a short rest and then strolled into the bathroom for a bath.

"Each of them is an ancient enchantress, yet their allure only grows stronger."

After subduing a group of demons with different personalities, Zhong Guohong felt completely relaxed and fell asleep immediately, sleeping soundly until dawn.

Then, he switched to light-speed mode, practicing swordsmanship, boxing, and fighting groups of enemies one-on-one.

More than three thousand years ago, his and Wanda's movement techniques had already broken through the barrier of light speed.

In the world of American variety shows, many superhumans' maximum speed is already above the speed of light, or even far beyond it.

Two months later, tens of thousands of Dormammu from parallel universes stormed into Earth in the real universe.

Zhong Guohong drew his Minghong Blade and casually swung it a few times, instantly turning tens of thousands of individuals into nothingness.

Mountains and rivers change, stars shift and constellations turn, and more than three thousand years have quietly passed.

After seeing off the women who had been by his side for many years, Chung Kwok-hung remained calm and composed.

I've experienced this kind of thing far too many times in my past life.

Three hundred years later, only Qiu Xue and Qiu Yu remained by his side.

Several hundred years later, Zhong Guohong, who was nearly five thousand years old, lay down on an ordinary night and never opened his eyes again.

Overwhelmed with grief, Qiu Xue and Qiu Yu followed without the slightest hesitation.

When he opened his eyes again, Chung Kwok-hung was lying on a bed.

The room was only a dozen square meters, containing a bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, a table, and a chair; a computer sat on the table. All the items were crammed together, making it feel cramped yet substantial.

Chung Kwok-hung closed his eyes and sat quietly for a moment, sorting out the memories surging in his mind frame by frame. He felt a mix of emotions and finally smiled silently.

Having lived for nearly five thousand years in my previous life, I still couldn't cross the threshold of "eternal immortality".

"I am eighteen years old this year and a senior high school student at Yian District No. 3 High School."

"His name is still Chung Kwok-hung, his father is Chung Sai-kit, his mother is Chao Chien, and his younger brother is Chung Kwok-hung."

"The RR virus broke out in 2015, and now it's 2056. My classmate Luo Feng lives next door to me. His father is Luo Linguo, his mother is Gong Xinlan, and his younger brother is Luo Hua—yes, this is the world of 'Swallowing the Stars'."

Thinking of his family's wealth in this life, his throat bobbed slightly, and he sighed softly.

The Zhong family has a long tradition of traditional Chinese medicine, and they had accumulated a considerable fortune before the pandemic.

But when the virus came, the wealth accumulated over decades vanished in an instant, like snow meeting boiling water.

The RR virus has claimed one-third of the world's population, killing more than two billion people.

Plants and animals grew and mutated wildly, and cities fell one after another. Now, only six base cities remain in the entire land of China.

The virus has boosted the physical fitness of both humans and wild animals, while traditional Chinese medicine has been put on the spot – fewer illnesses mean fewer people seeking treatment from TCM practitioners; all external injuries are sent to Western hospitals for surgery, saving the need for even topical medication.

Ten years ago, Chung Shih-chieh sold all his old house and shops and moved into a low-rent area with his wife and children.

Thanks to old connections formed during his early years as a doctor, he managed to acquire a three-bedroom apartment of over ninety square meters.

All told, Zhong Guohong has been Luo Feng's neighbor since he was seven years old.

With his skillful suturing, bone setting, acupuncture, and massage, Zhong Shijie earns enough each month to feed his family of four.

The old house was originally next to Mingyue Community. After the demolition, I received some compensation, so I was still relatively well-off.

The "predecessor" in my memory was neither close nor distant from Luo Feng.

The Chung family has wanted to revitalize traditional Chinese medicine for generations. Apart from attending classes, he spends almost all his time at home studying ancient books and practicing techniques.

Grandpa held onto the key to the medicine cabinet tightly before he passed away, and Zhong Shijie etched that thought into his very bones.

Under the influence of his surroundings, the boy, who originally preferred quiet, gradually fell in love with silver needles and the aroma of medicine.

The younger brother, Chung Kwok-hung, was born with strong bones and muscles. Before he was fifteen, he could lift 300 kilograms with one arm.