I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 214 - 171: It’s My Honor to Be the Dog!

After buying a few pairs of shoes.

Chen Yun opened a search engine to check if there were any snake farms nearby.

Because another thing to do after turning on the computer was to solve his own snake at supply issue.

Although eating snake at wasn’t a rigid need.

But considering he now only had an appetite for snake at and it made him happy, this could also be considered a rigid need.

And after leaving Shucheng.

The previously agreed upon regular snake at supplier could no longer deliver, as it wasn’t really feasible to have snake at segnts sent over daily via inter-provincial express, right?

So finding a local snake at supplier had beco an urgent matter.

Fortunately.

Qixi City did indeed have a snake breeding base, which dealt with Black Rat Snakes and several other common edible species.

After Chen Yun found their contact information and stated his requirents.

The supplier seed uninterested in such a small order, but changed their attitude imdiately under the sway of Chen Yun’s financial power.

After all, who would refuse money?

Having settled on his daily delivery needs, Chen Yun hung up the phone, satisfied.

From tomorrow on, fresh cuts of Black Rat Snake at would be delivered to him every morning.

As for his als in the anti.

Chen Yun had his own ways to cope.

Looking at the clock nearing one in the afternoon, Chen Yun took out a few strips of dried snake at from his luggage.

He had attempted to make dried snake at, which had been air-dried on the balcony of Mingwang New Village.

The drying process hadn’t completed yet these past days.

Theoretically, the color of the snake at could change from its original pink or reddish-brown to dark red or brown during the initial stages of drying. But since his drying ti hadn’t exceeded a month, the jerky might not have lost its original at color completely, especially in the thicker parts.

The jerky was still semi-dried, sowhat soft to the touch, and not quite brittle. The central part retained so moisture.

But it was definitely edible.

So, when Chen Yun ca to Qixi City, he didn’t forget to bring this stuff.

At this mont, he wasn’t picky.

Chen Yun went to the kitchen, grabbed a cutting board, chopped the dried at into slices, and stir-fried it briefly in a pan.

Then he took a few pieces to Zheng Yuliang.

Watching Zheng Yuliang, who after finishing asked what he had eaten, looked dumbfounded upon learning it was snake.

Chen Yun, satisfied, quickly finished the rest of the at and then returned to his room to continue his important tasks.

In the afternoon.

According to his short-term plan, Chen Yun should start training for Transparent World.

Including vision, hearing, sll, and spiritual power.

The training of spiritual power mainly included Perceiving biological emotions, super visual-range perception, Soul Ergence, and electromagnetic wave perception.

As Chen Yun unleashed the full power of Transparent World, a flood of information poured into his mind.

The fishing village after the typhoon seed like a slowly unfurling painting, tranquil after the baptism of wind and rain, yet also bustling with the resurgent vigor of nature.

In the village, so houses were damaged, with roof tiles scattered about, but the villagers had already started to make temporary repairs using bamboo poles and tarpaulins.

In the distance, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore was a stark contrast to the roaring during the typhoon, as if the ocean was whispering.

In the village, the sound of hamrs hitting nails during the repair of wooden houses indicated the beginning of ho reconstruction by the villagers.

Among the tree leaves, birds were reclaiming their songs, chirping rrily, as if celebrating the departure of the storm.

Occasionally, one could faintly hear the rumbling of fishing boat engines in the distance as the fishern hastily checked their boats, ready to go sea and resu their usual pace of life.

The air was filled with the salty scent of sea water mixed with the moist sll of soil, the unique aroma left by a typhoon, fresh yet with a hint of the sea’s vastness.

After the rain, the flowers and trees emitted a richer natural fragrance, enlivening the spirits as if to cleanse all weariness and worries.

A myriad of information flooded in.

But for Chen Yun, such sensations were quite mundane, as he was already accustod to such a complex sensory environnt.

Silently closing his eyes to perceive it all, Chen Yun strove to delve into every detail of his surroundings post-typhoon, improving the proficiency of his perception in the process.

Then, Chen Yun tried to sense the villagers’ emotions, tried to perceive the whereabouts of the half-piece of handkerchief sent to Runzhou City, and attempted to project his consciousness onto the Flying Sword he had sent out.

After practicing many tis in various other aspects, Chen Yun began to seriously feel the electromagnetic waves within the range of his spiritual power.

Since coming here to stay temporarily.

There was a new issue to adapt to.

That was the familiar radio waves he could receive with his electromagnetic wave perception were not available now; all he could see were unfamiliar radio waves.

Tianfu Voice and Sichuan Traffic Broadcasting were no longer available.

Only Global Climate Voice remained faintly receivable in Jiangnan Province Qixi City.

But Global Climate Voice was rather boring.

Other than reporting on the local climate, it only announced known astronomical events happening around the globe.

It was lacking compared to the singing Sichuan Traffic Broadcasting, let alone Tianfu Voice, which had emotional programs, language arts, traffic updates, weather forecasts, music appreciation, and various other content.

This deprived Chen Yun of so important background noise while working, making it feel a bit lackluster to get things done.

So after giving the other aspects of Transparent World a quick workout, Chen Yun began to seriously decode the nurous new radio wave signals in his mind based on his previously acquired knowledge.

While he was doing this.

The forr village tyrant, second-rate hoodlum, and ruffian Zheng Dalai was carrying his son Zheng Ronggang, heading toward the house of Zheng Yuliang where Chen Yun was staying.

Chen Yun was aware of this.

However, upon noticing that the emotions of the two didn’t contain rage or anger, he understood perhaps they weren’t coming over to pick a fight?

While pondering.

The two soon arrived at the door and knocked politely.

Zheng Yuliang hurried to open it.

Upon seeing Zheng Dalai and Zheng Ronggang, his face visibly paused for a mont.

He asked sowhat stiffly, "What... what are you here for?"

His tone was sowhat tense.

Because Zheng Yuliang always felt that when these two ca over, they were probably looking to stir up trouble again.

However, the developnt of the situation was sowhat unexpected.

All Zheng Dalai did was to press down on Zheng Ronggang’s head, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"Kowtow! Do it now!"

Zheng Dalai said in a fierce tone.

Seeing this, Zheng Ronggang shakily kowtowed.

Zheng Yuliang was a bit dumbfounded, obviously not understanding what had just happened.

"I’ve looked into it carefully and even went to the community service center to check the surveillance; indeed, this little brat was the first to curse and bully you."

"That kid sweet-talked the hell out of before."

"Now, I’m making him apologize to you."

Zheng Dalai spoke with sincere earnestness, as if he truly recognized his mistake.

This made Zheng Yuliang a bit unable to catch up.

Then, Zheng Dalai seriously took Zheng Yuliang’s hand and said, "From now on, just call brother. If you have any issues, just tell , and treat this little brat of mine like your own son to order around."

"Huh?"

Zheng Ronggang lifted his head in confusion.

But when he saw the look his father, Zheng Dalai, gave him, he quickly lowered his head again, not daring to say more.

His father had always doted on him.

But this ti, it was obvious that the doting had ended. He had already gotten a taste of being strung up and whipped at ho just for speaking out of turn about this apology matter.

Therefore, faced with his father’s outrageous words, Zheng Dalai, though confused, did not dare to object.

"Isn’t this getting the generations mixed up? What am I supposed to say when my dad cos back?"

Zheng Yuliang couldn’t help but laugh and cry a little.

The usually mature he had a slight sense of the forr village bully’s current thoughts.

Clearly, the old drunk’s intention wasn’t just on the wine.

What qualifications did Zheng Yuliang have, to make the forrly arrogant village tyrant bow his head, to the point where he was even ready to beco sworn brothers with a middle school kid like him?

Thinking about it, he knew it was impossible.

So he decisively looked for an excuse to refuse.

"It’s fine, let’s each mind our own business."

Zheng Dalai said earnestly, obviously very eager to settle this matter.

This made Zheng Yuliang hesitate a bit.

Subconsciously, he turned his head, looking towards Chen Yun’s tightly closed bedroom door.

He knew that the sounds on his side, in a house with not so great soundproofing, must have all been heard by Chen Yun.

So, he was sowhat curious about Chen Yun’s attitude.

After all, it was evident that Zheng Dalai had been beaten into submission, not because of Zheng Yuliang.

Seeing this, Zheng Dalai’s eyes also shone as he looked in that direction.

He hurriedly said loudly, "Brother Chen, oh no, Grandpa Chen! Please consider as nothing but a fart, if you tell to go east, I absolutely wouldn’t dare to go west."

His tone couldn’t be more obsequious.

And he even knelt down to kowtow a few tis.

That’s because yesterday, he had clearly recognized the disparity.

The power and indifference Chen Yun displayed when knocking him out with one punch had made him feel an imnse sense of oppression, akin to facing a higher life form.

It was as if that feeling was telling him.

The other party was trying hard not to crush him to death with his strength.

After all, stepping over an ant without killing it requires so technique.

Fully aware of the gap between them, he had that instant realization that Chen Yun was no ordinary person.

At the very least, he was a regularly killing, cold-blooded assassin!

Very likely soone with a profound background.

So after so ntal preparation, he decisively decided to submit, bringing his son along to kowtow.

From the heart, it wasn’t shaful.

"Get out."

A calm voice ca from Chen Yun’s room.

Then, there was no more sound.

Clearly showing complete indifference to them.

However, instead of getting angry, Zheng Dalai responded with a smile.

"Alright!"

And then, as if given a command, he scampered away with his son.

Because he knew very well.

A person like himself wouldn’t even enter the other’s sight.

So as long as the other party did not object to him becoming Zheng Yuliang’s "big brother," then it ant he had been forgiven. By the by, it also indirectly strengthened their relationship.

Wasn’t this suddenly an opportunity to beco a loyal follower?

Thinking this,

Zheng Dalai’s rapidly departing figure was even excited enough to jump for joy.

This whole process left Zheng Yuliang next to him completely stunned.