I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 145 - 125 What? The same kind?!_2

Chapter 145: Chapter 125 What? The same kind?!_2

This was enough for Chen Yun to train for a very long time.

The most important point was that water pressure could be evenly distributed, allowing every inch of skin to bear the same tremendous pressure.

Although it was not as exaggerating as gravity affecting every single cell, it was still the most efficient method of bearing weight besides gravity.

With this thought, Chen Yun stopped pondering.

He decided that before he had to return to Jiangnan Province without the means of gravity, he’d temporarily use a 4-ton tungsten steel ball as a transitional weight; otherwise, the 400 kg of the battle drum’s bronze hammer combined with barbells was simply too light, so much so that he could no longer make do with them.

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At one in the afternoon.

After having lunch and contacting Tan Bingtang about the tungsten steel, Chen Yun tried at home to adjust his breathing to automatic mode.

He had to go to Bai Shi’s house at two in the afternoon to learn the remaining content.

He obviously couldn’t show up without breathing, like a dead person.

Since the sixth slumber evolution, he who no longer needed to breathe lacked any breath of life.

Chen Yun didn’t know what this meant.

But he knew that as long as there were still social interactions around him, it wasn’t possible to keep it that way.

Therefore, he tried to perform an artificial breath without passing through the lungs; with his coordination control ability, it was not difficult to mimic it so well that it was indistinguishable from real breathing.

The next challenge was turning this manual mode into an automatic one.

For most people, this was difficult.

Most ordinary people, once they accidentally switch their breathing from automatic to manual mode, find it hard to switch back because they continuously think about it.

They always control their nose, breathing earnestly as if they’re afraid that if they stop controlling it, they would stop breathing.

However, for Chen Yun.

Turning such manual fake breathing into a permanent automatic mode was not difficult.

Just do this, then do that.

Chen Yun found it hard to explain to ordinary people this almost instinctual simple operation.

He felt the simplicity of it was like: Ah? You can’t do this? Just restart!

After maintaining the fake breathing for a while, Chen Yun’s phone WeChat notification suddenly rang.

Unlike QQ, where he had numerous friends but the messages were muted, almost every WeChat notification sound was turned on.

After all, those who added him on WeChat were mostly relatives and friends in reality.

So Chen Yun took out his phone and took a glance.

It was a message from Bai Shi on WeChat:

[On a date, don’t miss me, have fun on your own this afternoon.]

Seeing this, Chen Yun raised an eyebrow.

His constantly open Transparent World briefly focused near Bai Shi.

He saw that Bai Shi, the little brat, was voguishly standing in front of a mirror grooming his sparse Mediterranean hairstyle with what seemed to be an upscale comb.

Bai Shi was wearing a perfume that faintly wafted like a forest at dawn, a wooden scent with a hint of freshness, inadvertently revealing the serene and understated character of a mature man, luring one with this quiet depth.

Of course, Chen Yun wasn’t lured.

Knowing that Bai Shi was indeed going on a date, Chen Yun just helplessly rolled his eyes and replied manically in the WeChat chat:

[Just delete it, a friend of mine is breaking down. I’m fine with it, but my friend next to me is making such a fuss, crying and screaming, I can’t stand it. Of course, I’m not mad, I haven’t broken down at all, it’s just my friend who’s making me very annoyed, hurry up and delete it, don’t make me beg you!]

After sending this message, Chen Yun didn’t wait for Bai Shi’s reply and turned off his breathing disguise’s automatic mode, then lay flat back on the sofa.

Since Bai Shi was busy in the afternoon, it also gave him a chance to not study and take a little break for himself.

Thinking this.

Chen Yun opened QQ, which he hadn’t checked in a long time, ready to casually browse through the groups.

His eyes scanning through the multitude of messages, he randomly opened an authors’ group that hadn’t been active for a while and parroted a [+1] with the comment [Sigh, new subscriptions keep dropping].

That’s how author groups are.

They never discuss plot or writing technique, only countless parrots clicking +1, only real warriors spamming risqué images.

If they ever do start chatting, it’s usually a bunch of high-subscription big shots watching a newbie’s results and then exclaiming how great they are while asking for red packets, then those big shots joyfully share others’ heavy red packets.

Chen Yun mingled among them, barely had a few laughs with some group banter.

When he got caught red-handed by his editor Meteor, who also happened to be in the group.

[Alright, alright, too busy to reply to messages, but have time to bully newbies in the group, huh?]

[Your book is doing pretty well, how about we schedule it for release on the tenth?]

Chen Yun smiled at Meteor’s message, flipped through the chat history, and realized that Meteor had asked him about the release two days ago, but he hadn’t responded.

After pondering for a moment, he casually tapped on the screen and replied with a simple [Okay].

He was still writing this book.

Even though he was no longer short on cash thanks to the Emotion Stimulation ability and had a small follower, he didn’t plan to abandon the book because of his own changes.

He wasn’t writing for money now.

Chen Yun still remembered the time when he first started writing full-time, telling his mom that he would definitely become a great writer!

He knew his mom didn’t believe him, and he was also just saying it for fun.

But now that he had this ability.

Wouldn’t it be a pity not to fulfill that flippant dream and promise?