I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 379 - 253: Where the Dream Begins

Sichuan Yibin City Laojun Mountain.

It wasn’t far from where Chen Yun, Bai Shi, and others had visited Cuiyun Valley during the May Day holiday.

Or one might even say, it was relatively close.

Riding a bus for about two hours, Chen Yun, carrying a suitcase with the silly dog Bai Jin inside, arrived at the starting point of the first phase of his round-the-world trip—Yibin Laojun Mountain.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain,

it was almost ten in the morning.

The Sun hung high in the sky, spreading golden light over the undulating Laojun Mountain, where a faint scent of pine and earth wafted through the woods.

Chen Yun looked up at the rolling mountains, feeling an inexplicable thrill in his heart.

The last ti he was here,

and the ti before,

March sixteenth.

Overwheld by the exhilaration of training in the wilderness, he decided on a spur-of-the-mont trip and ca to Laojun Mountain.

Now it was May fourth.

Ti had passed so quickly.

In just over a month, nearly two, the "Transparent World" that had been version 2.0 was now upgraded to version 5.0.

Back then, he had only a few tons of strength,

now he had reached four hundred tons, a difference that was simply incomparable.

After pondering for a mont,

Chen Yun chose not to go up the mountain imdiately but went to the familiar Huangjia Village at the foot of the mountain.

Back then, after his supplies burned in a fire and he tumbled down the mountain, tearing his clothes and ruining his shoes,

it was an old man here who gave him a set of clothes and shoes.

The shirt was made of pure cotton with a simple pattern and was a loose-necked shirt designed for easy wear.

Along with a pair of white canvas shoes.

Although this favor was not significant,

Chen Yun did not forget.

He wasn’t so cold-blooded creature who killed everything he saw without emotion.

Today, before heading up the mountain,

Chen Yun naturally planned to visit here first.

Just as he reached the entrance of the village, he caught sight of a familiar person sitting on a bench not far away.

Seeing this,

Chen Yun chuckled while pulling a tote bag filled with clothes and nurous gifts from his backpack as he advanced.

The familiar figure, also surprised, stood up, "Chen Yun, you’re here again?"

The old man’s smile was warm.

As one of Huangjia Village’s many empty-nesters, he still rembered this young acquaintance vividly, despite more than a month’s absence.

More than a month ago,

this youngster essentially raced down the mountain barefoot.

That appearance, that scene,

he had never seen before,

so he warmly gave him a set of clothes.

Then, the two chatted happily for a long ti.

Old Uncle Huang rembered Chen Yun well.

Chen Yun nodded with a smile, handing over the tote bag, "Uncle, here’s the clothes you gave last ti, and so gifts I’ve specifically prepared for you this ti, hoping you’ll like them."

Uncle Huang, surprised and delighted at receiving the tote bag, said, "Oh, how can I accept this?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," Chen Yun waved his hand, "The help you gave last ti was crucial, these are just a small token, hoping to express my gratitude,"

Chen Yun urged.

He definitely intended to return the borrowed clothes, having washed and neatly packed them long ago.

As for the gifts, they weren’t valuable, mostly just affordable supplents that most families could buy.

After his repeated persuasions,

the old man finally accepted them.

After exchanging a few pleasantries,

Chen Yun asked Uncle Huang about his recent life.

Learning that Uncle Huang was doing well gave him so relief.

Generously, Uncle Huang invited Chen Yun to co in and sit; considering there was still ti, Chen Yun gladly accepted the invitation.

Along the way,

the two chatted casually just like their last encounter.

At this mont, Chen Yun was no longer the Transcendent,

but rather the ignorant young man who enjoyed chatting with the elderly.

The topics remained the sa, discussing rural construction, then moving to current pork prices, from the county governnt’s visit a few months back to so efforts in responding to the national call for environntal protection.

After all, Uncle Huang seed to enjoy discussing these topics.

Reaching Uncle Huang’s house, Chen Yun was led into a small courtyard filled with rural charm.

The courtyard was small but neat and tidy.

In the corner, several green vegetables were planted, and a few hens were leisurely foraging in a hen coop nearby.

Uncle Huang’s wife was also busy in the yard, greeted Chen Yun warmly before turning to prepare tea and snacks inside.

In Uncle Huang’s living room, an old wooden table was covered with a cloth embroidered with traditional patterns.

After Chen Yun sat down, Uncle Huang personally brewed him a pot of hot tea.

The aroma of the tea was soothing and comforting.

They continued chatting, with Chen Yun listening to Uncle Huang describe the changes in the village.

Mostly, it was the sa as he had described last ti,

how their mountain village had modernized, getting water and electricity and roads, gradually becoming less isolated.

He spoke about the hardships of farming in the mountain village, which led most young people to seek employnt elsewhere, leaving behind a village full of left-behind children and empty-nesters.

The inevitability of these era changes wasn’t deeply expressed by this old man, because this elderly couple was more optimistic and cheerful.