Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The RR virus has rewritten the limits of human strength—now an average, untrained adult male can exert a force of around 300 kilograms.

"The Luo family of four is huddled in a small 36-square-meter room. Compared to that, my family is more than adequate."

"With my current abilities, I can barely protect myself. The monsters and martial artists in this world could take my life with a mere wave of their hands."

He cleared his mind of distractions, calmed himself, and examined himself little by little.

"My divine sense can barely extend ten meters, which is less than one ten-millionth of what it could in my previous life."

"The ten-ring ring, the mother box watch, the nine-lamp ring... all gone."

"But the treasure basin, the Chaos Bell, and the Minghong Blade in my mind are still there."

He was still at the Refining Spirit realm, but this new body was too weak to withstand the surge of divine consciousness.

Once you venture ten meters out, it feels like your meridians are being pierced by steel needles, causing excruciating pain that makes your vision go black.

"There's no use thinking about it anymore, let's focus on clearing the meridians first."

Once the thought was settled, he guided his divine sense like silk threads, piercing inch by inch into the visible meridians on the surface of his body.

Meridians are divided into two categories: visible and hidden. Meridians that have not been warmed and nourished are as fragile as paper and will break with the slightest force.

He decided to proceed cautiously, focusing on opening up the visible meridians throughout his body; once the Chaos Divine Technique began to show results, he would then gradually explore the hidden meridians.

The serum concocted by the American variety show world? He didn't even glance at it.

The Earth has the RR virus here, but not there—what if they mix together and cause an even more vicious mutation? Wouldn't that be digging our own grave?

To put it bluntly, the serum's ability is simply to forcefully stimulate the hidden meridians, forcing people to use their special abilities.

Chung Kwok-hung was already able to use his essence, energy, and spirit as a guide to open up the hidden meridians in his body, so the serum was no longer necessary for him.

Limited by the foundation of this physical body, the range of divine sense can only be ten meters, but its total amount is exactly the same as in the previous life.

In less than an hour, all the visible meridians in his body were connected and clearly imprinted by his divine sense.

He took out a piece of solid chaotic power, focused his mind and drew out a wisp of it, slowly letting it sink into his lower dantian.

The divine sense guided that wisp of chaotic energy, following the path recorded in the "Chaos Divine Technique," circulating endlessly.

Under the influence of the chaotic power, the meridians and acupoints quietly become stronger and reinforced layer by layer.

After more than two hours of arduous practice, he then used his divine sense to carve through the hidden meridians inch by inch, like carving with a chisel, steady, accurate and penetrating.

"Super self-healing and extreme elasticity - this time I'm really not afraid of broken bones and tendons."

Holding the super-powered crystal, one's psychic abilities awaken.

He casually incorporated the fist-sized crystal into the replica Earth, and with a thought, a battle armor ring appeared in his palm.

My body is too weak to support the weight of the gemstone ring.

He tried on the armor ring; it worked smoothly and was fully functional. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Add a mother box watch, a ring and a watch, and that's enough for now."

Jewel rings, armor rings, nine-lamp rings, ten-ring rings, mother box watches... In the replica Earth, there are more than one set of each.

Items copied or saved in the Treasure Basin can be regenerated at any time without any loss.

After a moment's thought, Chung Kwok-hung decided to assign a humanoid Little White to each of his father, mother, and younger brother in this life as their personal protectors.

The latest version of the American variety show world features a humanoid character named Xiaobai, whose maximum flight speed can reach twice the speed of light.

After integrating the core architecture of the Sentinel robot, it possesses hundreds of super-powered permissions, and its reaction and logic are at their peak.

He took out three physical White figures, each with a different appearance, height, and face, gave them a few brief instructions, and then ordered them to disappear completely.

"Even if the laws of this world suppress Xiaobai's speed and strength, and even if all his superpowers are rendered ineffective—relying solely on the hardness and toughness of the supreme metal body, he can easily crush the God of War and annihilate a planetary-level powerhouse without a doubt."

The Earth's technology in the American universe is at least five thousand years ahead of the Devouring Star dimension.

While the technological system that Zhong Guohong possesses may not be as advanced as the creations of the most advanced civilizations in the Swallowing Stars universe, it is not far behind.

In his eyes, the cutting-edge technology of the American universe even faintly surpasses the alien technology that swallows the stars.

Of course, some technologies may not be applicable in this world—after all, the rules of the universe are different and the underlying logic is quite different.

He glanced at the time; it was nearly 2 a.m. He turned off the light, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he appeared normal. After having breakfast with his parents, he went to school alone.

Relying on the foundation laid by his previous life's memories, there was no estrangement or barrier between him and his family in this life.

Luo Feng is indeed the protagonist, but Zhong Guohong is ultimately a time traveler.

Deliberately getting close to Luo Feng? He had no such intention at all.

It's no wonder that people would be suspicious if someone who is used to going to school alone suddenly started going to school with Luo Feng.

The knowledge absorbed in my past life is vast and boundless; why bother attending a classroom to learn the little bit in high school textbooks?

But if I don't go, it will be troublesome if my parents ask me questions, and I will inevitably be scolded.

"One can do nine things at once, and even eating and sleeping can be a form of spiritual practice—going to school is actually less stressful."

He cleared his mind of distractions and walked slowly toward Yi'an District No. 3 High School.

After entering the classroom and taking a seat, I took out a medical book from my bag as usual, and quietly flipped through it, oblivious to everyone around me.

My deskmate, Liu Ting, comes from a wealthy family, has exceptional talent in martial arts, and is somewhat aloof.

For more than two years, they sat at the same desk. Chung Kwok-hung was very sparing with his words; the two of them hadn't even exchanged ten sentences in total.

"With only a little over a month left until the college entrance exam... Should I go to university? Join the army? Or devote myself to martial arts and hunt monsters? Or perhaps specialize in traditional Chinese medicine and become a skilled healer?"

He sat motionless, his gaze never leaving the pages of the book, yet his thoughts had already drifted far away.

A few minutes later, Luo Feng pushed open the door and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Hong, you're here so early?"

"Class is about to start," he replied succinctly, not because he didn't want to say more, but because that was his previous habit.

True change never happens suddenly, but rather through gradual, imperceptible progress day after day.

"Brother Hong, nowadays, only bone setting, acupuncture, and massage are still somewhat effective in traditional Chinese medicine. More than 20 years ago, all the universities specializing in traditional Chinese medicine were shut down. You really don't need to waste so much time on this path," Luo Feng advised, frowning.

"I'm preparing medicinal baths and oral decoctions that can improve physical fitness. If successful, it's not just empty talk that ordinary people can transform into martial artists in a short time." Chung Kwok-hung's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stone thrown into water.

He already knew the answer to this matter.

"The HR Alliance has Grade A and Grade B gene serums—Grade B allows ordinary people to cross the threshold of becoming martial artists, while Grade A can double the combat power of existing martial artists," Liu Ting interjected.

"It's ridiculously expensive, and even after using it, it's stuck at a bottleneck, making it difficult to move up any further." Chung Kwok-hung curled his lip, his tone utterly lacking in politeness.

"If you can't afford it, just say so. Why are you being so sour about HR Alliance's drugs?" Zhang Haobai sneered.

In his class, Liu Ting and Xu Xin were both people he secretly cared about.

He never hesitates to seize any opportunity to gain exposure.

"How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan?" Zhong Guohong said calmly, without anger or impatience.

"Are you looking for a fight?" Zhang Haobai glared at him.

"You? Are you even qualified?" Chung Kwok-hung looked up at him, a smile on his lips but not reaching his eyes.

Zhang Haobai's anger surged, and he pounced like a whirlwind, his palm striking at Zhong Guohong's face.

Chung Kwok-hung neither dodged nor avoided, but stepped forward, grabbing the wrist with one hand and twisting the elbow with the other, with a sharp "crack" sound.