Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"It was ordered from outside, Dad. I've prepared a new medicinal bath..." Zhong Guohong briefly explained the whole story.

In this life, he has been inseparable from medical books since childhood, and it is only natural that he has come up with medicinal baths and decoctions.

"Where did you get the money?" Zhao Qian frowned slightly.

"I won 300,000 yuan in a scratch-off lottery a while ago," Chung Kwok-hung replied with a smile.

The parents were both surprised and delighted to hear this, but they were secretly worried.

Zhong Guohong had no intention of telling his parents about the five million yuan compensation he received from Zhou Huayang.

"Is it really reliable?" Chung Shih-chieh asked.

"Try the medicinal bath first, and if it works, then you can drink the medicinal soup later," Zhong Guohong said.

"Okay." Chung Shih-chieh nodded in agreement.

He took out a packet of medicinal herbs and simmered it over alternating low and high heat for over an hour.

I added the medicinal liquid to a large bucket of hot water and soaked for half an hour. My strength increased by about 30 kilograms.

"How are you feeling?" Chung Shih-chieh asked eagerly.

"I added about thirty kilograms of force. Dad, Mom, Guoxiong, you should try it too." Before he finished speaking, Zhong Guohong had already turned around and gone back to the kitchen, pouring all the freshly brewed medicine into the metal bucket.

After a moment's thought, Chung Sai-kit decided to go first—once he landed safely, he would let Chung Kwok-hung go into the water.

In the kitchen, Chung Kwok-hung started a new stove and was simmering medicinal soup in a new medicine pot.

After drinking a bowl of scalding hot medicinal soup and practicing the Dragon Elephant Indestructible Skill for a while, his strength increased by more than 50 kilograms.

After Zhong Shijie finished his bath, he estimated that he had gained more than ten kilograms of strength and was overjoyed.

"Dad, this medicinal soup can also strengthen your body. Drink it while it's hot." Zhong Guohong brought over a large bowl.

"Keep it for your brother," Zhong Shijie blurted out.

"Please drink it. I've stockpiled dozens of doses of the ingredients, each costing less than five hundred. Once your strength improves, you can start selling the medicinal baths, charging fifty thousand each time..." Zhong Guohong said with a smile.

The B-grade gene serum produced by the HR Alliance costs several million Chinese yuan; the A-grade serum is even more outrageous, costing more than 300 million yuan even with discounts for martial artists, and starting at 200 million yuan even through internal channels.

Gene-based drugs are like drinking poison to quench thirst—they cause a short-term surge, but then lose all momentum, and it becomes incredibly difficult to climb higher.

Herbal baths and decoctions made entirely of traditional Chinese medicine have almost no side effects, and even if they are priced at 500,000, people will still be scrambling to buy them.

After listening, Zhong Shijie paused for a few seconds, then tilted his head back and gulped down the entire bottle.

"Dad, I'll teach you Hunyuan Zhuang (a type of internal martial arts stance)," Zhong Guohong said. "After taking a bath and drinking the soup, practicing Zhuang and boxing will help you fully absorb the medicinal effects."

"It's just kung fu? I've practiced it too." Before Zhong Shijie finished speaking, he had already firmly assumed the San Ti stance.

Medicine and martial arts are one family. Who doesn't have some foundation in traditional Chinese medicine?

Seeing that his father's Three-Body Stance was steady and his muscles and bones were in place, Zhong Guohong stopped mentioning the Hunyuan Stance.

With a sign that reads "Temporarily Closed" hanging on the shop door, the days flowed by in a cycle of brewing medicine, taking baths, drinking soup, and practicing martial arts.

At nine o'clock the next night, Zhong Guohong's Dragon Elephant Imperishable Skill officially reached the peak of the first level.

Upon entering the replica Earth, he immediately tested his strength and speed.

"A physical strength of two tons, or two thousand kilograms, is enough to reach the level of an intermediate soldier."

"His maximum movement speed reaches 68 meters per second, which exceeds the threshold for advanced warriors."

"Both are at the peak of the first level, but the power in this life is four times that of the previous life."

Perhaps the RR virus elevated the level of human life, or perhaps there was another hidden reason; he was too lazy to investigate further.

Back in his room, he sat cross-legged and focused his spiritual senses like needles, piercing each hidden meridian.

"With the super strength talent combined, my maximum strength can reach twenty tons."

"But my physical strength is not up to par. Once my strength exceeds three tons, I will be unable to withstand it. I still need to train the Dragon Elephant Undying Technique hard."

Clearing his mind of distractions, he drew upon the power of solidified chaos to refine his body, and then unleashed the energy of chaos to temper every cell in his body inch by inch.

I practiced until 2 a.m. before finally lying down to rest.

The next morning after breakfast, Chung Kwok-hung walked to school.

Stepping into the classroom, I glanced around and saw that Zhang Haobai hadn't shown up yet.

After waiting for a moment, Liu Ting sat down next to him.

Ever since he used the Dislocating Bone Technique, she has often found excuses to talk to him.

Zhong Guohong never had a dull moment; his body seemed to be burning with fire. He cultivated the Chaos Divine Technique, and his blood and qi naturally surged like a tide.

If she truly wishes to walk alongside him, he will not refuse.

Liu Ting is beautiful and outstanding, with a slender and well-proportioned figure; she is a true beauty.

In today's world, you can get married at eighteen; those with deep pockets and strong abilities can choose as many as they want.

"Good morning, Brother Hong." Liu Ting smiled brightly.

"Good morning," Chung Kwok-hung nodded in response.

He lived in the world of American variety shows in his past life, and he never had a serious relationship—he had plenty of money, solid abilities, and when it came down to it, he always went straight for the result.

In his eyes, the romantic scenes of that place were not as appealing as a clean and straightforward approach.

Among their classmates in this life, Liu Ting's appearance and figure were indeed superior to Xu Xin's.

However, she came from a wealthy family and had a high talent for martial arts, so her speech and behavior inevitably carried a hint of arrogance.

He had no designs on Xu Xin, nor did he intend to compete with Luo Feng—the two were neighbors and classmates; moreover, Luo Feng was upright and honest, whom he trusted and respected, and he also respected that destiny.

A man's life is about upholding certain principles and yielding others.

"Brother Hong, where did you find this watch?" Liu Ting asked, tilting her head.

"It was a gift from a friend," he replied casually.

"Where's the ring?" she pressed.

"I picked it up on the road," he said casually.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Haobai stepped into the classroom.

Zhong Guohong suddenly stood up, strode forward, grabbed the opponent's joint with one hand, and poured in a shocking force with the other, causing the bones in both arms to shatter on the spot.

"Ah—!" Zhang Haobai screamed in agony.

"Why?" Xu Xin's voice was strained.

"I hold grudges regardless of who the opponent is," Chung Kwok-hung said calmly.

"You...you..." Zhang Haobai clenched his teeth, his eyes swirling with malice.

Chung Kwok-hung took out his phone, played two audio recordings and a video, and said coldly, "If anyone around me loses a single hair, I will wipe out your entire family. Remember this—think twice before you seek revenge against me."

With both arms crippled, Zhang Haobai groaned in pain and staggered out of the classroom.

"Does it have to be this way?" Xu Xin stared at the bloodstains on the ground, her heart heavy.

"I believe in using violence to stop violence, and killing to stop killing." His voice was calm and even.

Although martial artists have privileges, he never considered himself an outsider—even though his strength far surpassed that of ordinary warriors, he still regarded himself as an ordinary person.

Zhang Haobai has become arrogant and domineering over the years, relying on his father Zhang Zelong's wealth and his uncle Zhang Zehu's martial arts skills.

A few days ago, he launched a surprise attack, but Chung Kwok-hung, mindful of their friendship as classmates, held back.

But the other party turned around and hired someone to cripple one of his hands—for this, both morally and logically, he should be repaid tenfold.

Even if Lin or Thor personally came to his door, he would not back down.

He knew in his heart that those who treated him well were his benefactors; those who harmed him were his enemies; and the rest were just passersby.

He doesn't distinguish between good and bad people—as long as someone crosses his path, they become his enemy.