I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 325 - 229 D-Class Personnel Supply Room

April 27th, Saturday morning.

Sunlight barely filtered through sparse clouds, casting warmth and vitality into every corner of the small town, adding a touch of grace to this ordinary day.

Zheng Yuliang felt as radiant as the weather; his laughter and that of his friends echoed through the streets as they planned an adventure to a nearby hill to bask in the essence of spring.

But Chen Yun had a short-term plan of his own.

As usual, he lay in the yard, honing his telekinesis.

His little courtyard seed isolated from the outside world’s hustle and bustle, accompanied only by the gentle breeze and occasional bird calls.

Music flowed through the air.

It was a lody played by Chen Yun vibrating the air with his telekinesis.

Compared to yesterday’s total loss in sound quality, today had significantly improved, making the sounds in the air smoother and clearer.

Chen Yun’s powerful learning ability allowed him to swiftly advance in manipulating the air with his telekinesis, thereby quickly enhancing the sound quality.

Compared to yesterday, today’s lody was like the clear morning washed by light rain, with every note starkly clear. They danced and twirled in the tranquil air, weaving into a flowing canvas.

anwhile, Chen Yun was also multitasking, sending a wooden sword flying around with his telekinesis.

Of course, it wasn’t really flying randomly.

In fact, Chen Yun made the wooden sword, the size of a finger, fly very systematically, now freely controlling it to form various shapes in the air.

The wooden sword danced under his will; they were no longer rely models of weapons, but more like living dancers in the air, crafting intricate and fascinating patterns.

Against Chen Yun’s closed eyes, each successful manipulation deepened his understanding of telekinesis.

For him, telekinesis was not just an extraordinary ability but a form of inner cultivation, a challenge of self-control and ntal focus.

His determination, concentration, and other aspects all improved during the process of manipulating telekinesis.

Soon after.

Chen Yun retrieved and opened his Sword Box.

As Chen Yun gently lifted the lid of the Sword Box, a subtle yet rhythmic buzzing sound softly arose, as if the wooden swords were singing a song of hocoming.

Subtle changes surged in the air, and the light seed to soften at that mont, laying down a mysterious backdrop for the scene about to unfold.

Chen Yun’s gaze swept over each floating wooden sword as an invisible force radiated from within him, accurately guiding each weapon.

The wooden swords seed to possess their own will, responding to their master’s call, tracing elegant arcs in the air.

Their speed was so fast, they left nothing but streaks of afterimages.

The "whooshing" sounds were overlapping.

Each soft sound announced a wooden sword returning to its spot.

These weapons, like dancers ticulously choreographed, inserted themselves into their designated slots in the Sword Box with an indescribable harmonious beauty.

Not a slight deviation, not a single sound.

Only the last few wooden swords gently touching the sheaths, with a faint sound, marked the perfect conclusion of this process.

After completing all this, Chen Yun slowly closed the Sword Box, and calm returned to the surroundings.

This was a perfect demonstration of his skill in controlling telekinesis.

Having done this.

Chen Yun nodded in satisfaction.

Looking at the sky, which was now well into the day.

He leisurely took out the snake segnts he had marinated the night before from the fridge, brushed them with honey, and put them in the air fryer.

As the snake segnts slowly changed color in the air fryer, their surface, enveloped in honey, displayed a tempting sheen. The air gradually filled with a unique aroma mixed with sweetness and wild flavor—a clever combination of nature’s gifts and human ingenuity.

Watching the twenty minutes on the tir.

Chen Yun lay in his chair waiting for ti to pass, sending his consciousness on an out-of-body journey along the super visual-range position perception connection toward a far-off place.

With his eyes closed and spirit focused, his aura gradually settled, as if rging with the surrounding space, unhindered by ti or distance.

His consciousness began to escape the shackles of the body, floating lightly.

It seed to transform into a wisp of light smoke, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion.

He felt as if he were traveling through an invisible path, neither visible to the naked eye nor perceivable by ordinary senses.

It was as narrow as a thread, winding and twisting as if hidden in the crevices of everything in the universe.

Along the way, everything was blurred.

Only vague lights and chaotic colors flew by rapidly, as if traveling through a dinsion beyond understanding.

This feeling was both mysterious and slightly unsettling, like walking on the edge of dreams and awakening, each step treading on the unknown void.

Chen Yun’s consciousness navigated this channel, feeling isolated yet filled with the thrill and desire to explore the unknown.

Around him, space seed to twist and stretch.

Finally, after a journey imasurable by conventional standards, Chen Yun’s consciousness seed to pass through an invisible barrier.

Instantly, a whole new landscape unfolded in his mind, the scenery of Laoag City on Luzon Island thousands of miles away.

His consciousness, adept at out-of-body experiences, followed the super visual-range position perception connection, reaching the Life and Death Talisman inside his fanatic follower, Abba Lerner.

Abba Lerner was the true puppet master behind this city, manipulating a complex network of power with an invisible hand.

His influence was deeply rooted in politics, business, and every nook and cranny of the streets.

But now he.

Along with four other local tyrants from nearby cities of similar status, was brain-washed through Emotion Stimulation by Chen Yun, who had implanted Life and Death Talismans in them.

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Abba Lerner sat in his spacious yet sowhat dimly lit study.

The desk was piled with various docunts and communication devices, a vintage lamp casting a yellowish halo that cloaked this powerful man in a layer of mystery.

At the mont, he was leisurely enjoying his dinner with one hand holding exquisite silverware, while the other gripped an encrypted phone.

On the other end of the phone was a significant political figure in the city.

"Yes, Minister, I completely understand your position... but please believe this arrangent will be a win-win situation for both you and us."

Abba Lerner’s voice was deep and magnetic, each word carefully considered and exuding undeniable persuasiveness.

His gaze appeared particularly sharp in the dim light.

Even at ho, his naturally commanding presence hadn’t diminished at all.

On the desk, an untouched steak slowly cooled, the elaborately carved vegetable salad beside it losing its vibrant color.

Clearly, the al had not been tasted in ti.

Abba Lerner’s attention was wholly focused on the conversation at hand.

His mind whirred quickly, constantly adjusting his strategy based on the other’s reactions to ensure each step went according to the superior’s plan.

"How about this, I will visit to talk in person tomorrow. As for that project, I will make sure every detail is perfectly arranged, causing you no unnecessary trouble."

His tone carried an irresistible firmness, subtly casting lures that were hard to decline.

After the call ended.

Abba Lerner gently put down the phone and wiped his mouth with a napkin, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He was well aware that in this complex world woven from power and interests, he was an invisible thread silently pulling everything together.

Ensuring that the superior’s every command was executed precisely, even during a seemingly inconspicuous dinner ti.

Contemplating.

Abba Lerner was about to ask soone to replace his al with a warm one.

A peculiar sensation surged to his heart.

That trembling feeling made him instinctively cover his chest where the Life and Death Talisman had been implanted.

The previously imposing Abba Lerner abruptly pushed back the chair behind him.

Then, without hesitation, he knelt down on both knees.

Head striking the ground!

Anyone who saw this scene would never believe that this was the local tyrant of Laoag City’s underworld.

That soone could make Abba Lerner lower his stature this much to show respect.

But Abba Lerner didn’t care what others thought.

His expression turned unprecedentedly serious as he knelt, lowering his head and saying solemnly, "Superior!"

In Abba Lerner’s plainly decorated yet subtly luxurious private study, the surroundings suddenly fell into an indescribable silence.

Though the doors were tightly shut and the silent afternoon air outside the windows was as deep as ever, this silence made the entire space feel extraordinarily vacant, as if all the air had been sucked out, leaving only a vacuum waiting for orders.

Abba Lerner was seated on the soft carpet.

His back straight, his face solemn.

The inexplicable pressure that suddenly emanated from his chest was familiar and intense, making him instantly realize it was the invisible scrutiny and approach of the superior.

Despite the room appearing empty, Abba Lerner’s mind was as clear as a mirror.

He knew.

That superior he revered most was now present in a way that defied conventional logic.

As Abba Lerner’s heartbeat quickened, the atmosphere in the room seed to grow more intense.

Though there was no response, Abba Lerner dared not rise.

Just then.

In the center of the study, a notebook lying open on the desk slowly began to turn its pages automatically.

Finally stopping on a blank page.

Then, a pen floated in the air, beginning to smoothly move over the page.

As if controlled by an invisible pair of hands, the handwriting was fluent and forceful.

Writing:

"Where is the D-grade personnel consumable store?"

Each character fell, carrying a sort of irresistible authority and urgency.

They lay quietly on the paper yet made the entire room echo with Chen Yun’s will.

Abba Lerner watched this scene, his eyes devoid of surprise.

Only absolute loyalty and a readiness to act filled him.

Two days ago, when the superior had once again taken him into the dream realm to that misty space.

That figure seated on the lofty throne imbued with endless energy had discussed the preparation of the "D-grade consumable store" with him.

He had started preparing for this since that day.

Quickly sorting out the information in his mind.

He delivered the most accurate answer to et the superior’s demand:

"Superior, it’s all ready, shall I show you now?"

Abba Lerner earnestly spoke towards the direction of the notebook.

Though he saw nothing.

His gaze was full of awe and respect.