I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 365 - 247: It’s fine, no bodies have ever been dumpe

"Look at what you’ve done!"

"How can you not understand the importance of this shoot?"

The middle-aged team leader’s hand trembled as he pointed at a cara that had inadvertently fallen into a water pit, its body mostly subrged and clearly no longer functioning.

The young man’s face was full of regret, his hands fidgeting nervously.

"I really didn’t an to, I...I was just trying to find a better angle, and didn’t expect to slip..."

His voice grew fainter, almost drowned out by the surrounding chatter.

A lady nearby glanced at the crowd and tried to defuse the situation, "Everyone, please calm down. The most important thing right now is to find a solution. Don’t we have spare equipnt? Let’s see if this damaged equipnt can be urgently fixed. If it can be, then it’s all good; if not, we can accept that."

The sudden quarrel added a few discordant notes to the tranquility of the morning.

Bai Shi and Chen Yun exchanged a glance and, as if by tacit agreent, skirted around the chaotic scene to continue their morning fishing plan.

Leaving behind the group that was still busy trying to salvage the unexpected crisis.

As they moved further away, the arguing voices gradually faded in the morning breeze.

Chen Yun and Bai Shi rented two sets of fishing gear.

Chen Yun, with a slightly intentional lead, found a vacant spot by the lake and sat down.

The lakeside scenery was even more vivid in the morning light, the water surface like a spread of silver satin, gently crumpled by the breeze, sparkling with light.

Distant mountains and nearby trees were reflected in the water, intertwining into a stunning natural tapestry.

Early-rising waterbirds skimd the lake, their crisp and lodious calls adding vitality to the serene morning.

Chen Yun and Bai Shi had chosen a spot right next to a willow grove.

Willow tendrils brushed the water’s surface, bringing refreshing coolness.

Once seated, they started preparing their fishing gear.

Fishing rods glead softly under the morning light, and the lines gently swayed with their movents, exuding an air of leisure.

Chen Yun, with his prodigious talent, had remarkable performances in many domains, and even in the seemingly simple but skill-filled activity of fishing, he displayed an unexpected gift.

He adjusted the float, baited the hook, cast the line; each movent was calm and accurate, as if he beca one with the surrounding nature.

He even seed more professional than the fishern nearby, who had brought a heap of equipnt.

This was thanks to the few minutes he spent assessing the fishern’s movents while renting the gear, using "Transparent World" to enhance his perception.

He instinctively analyzed, summarized, and conceived of an effective fishing technique, then instinctively applied it.

Such an uncomplicated technique.

He was truly capable of mastering it after one glance, and perfecting it after two.

This was no exaggeration.

After all, he possessed cognitive processing abilities far beyond that of ordinary people, powerful perception ability, and absolute physical control.

Combined, these traits ant one thing: genius.

A top-tier, absolute genius of this world!

It wasn’t long before his fishing rod vibrated slightly.

Chen Yun’s eyes sharpened, his wrist twitched.

Skillfully lifting the rod, a silver-scaled small fish arced through the air and landed in the bucket prepared in advance.

Every splash as it hit the water.

Made the bystanders inevitably glance over.

The efficiency with which he hooked fish after fish made the fishern by the lake bulge their eyes in disbelief.

Fishing is a profound mystery.

Though it seems to have various techniques, in reality, it’s probably seven parts fate and at most three parts effort.

And it’s well known that fishern love to compete.

To show off the size of their catch, they’d even buy thumb-sized mineral water bottles to use as a reference object for photos.

Therefore, many fishern’s gazes found themselves envyingly locked on Chen Yun, who was regularly hauling in fish, wishing they could replace him.

If they had such efficiency.

That would provide them with talking points for an entire year!

But alas.

They could only watch quietly and not transpose themselves into his place.

By comparison, Bai Shi seed sowhat flustered.

Despite his best efforts to imitate Chen Yun’s actions, he always seed to lack the necessary finesse, whether in casting strength or patience in watching the float.

His rod was either jerked too frequently or was still for too long.

Whenever he raised it anxiously, it ca up empty.

Occasionally, this would even induce benevolent laughter from the nearby fishern, unlike the gasps of admiration that Chen Yun perpetually received.

"It seems I truly don’t have a talent for fishing."

"How do you do it? It’s as if the fish are willing to simply jump on the hook."

Bai Shi smiled helplessly, turning to Chen Yun with envy filling his eyes.

The enigma of fishing indeed humbled him, who prided himself as a genius, with yet another Waterloo.

Yet this ti, it wasn’t because Chen Yun instantly shattered sothing he was proud of, like when he surpassed him in carving techniques, eclipsing years of dedicated practice.

It was being outright outclassed in learning sothing new.

This left Bai Shi feeling both expectedly and inexplicably shocked.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yun rolled his eyes.

As if to say, the remark sounded like he had cheated.