I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 153 - 129: The Colorful Black

Chapter 153: Chapter 129: The Colorful Black

Chen Yun felt.

He had, out of habit, thought the worst possible scenarios

and had unwittingly pitted his wits against thin air.

The Cui Zixuan in booth 92 upstairs didn’t look like an Extraordinary Person at all.

Her weak body seemed no more than that of a frail woman.

Under Chen Yun’s careful observation, however, he could clearly see through her clothing the usage of specific muscles in each of her movements.

Adding to this the depth of each breath, the amplitude of her heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing...

He could basically confirm that she had the physique of an ordinary female university student.

Furthermore, there were no calluses that would suggest frequent handling of a gun on her body.

Only the inner side of the thumb tip, the outer side of the second joint of the index finger, the inner and outer sides of the middle and ring finger tips, and the left area where the palm meets the wrist had calluses, clearly from years of painting.

Most importantly, his spiritual power had meticulously scanned every inch of her skin without her noticing anything at all.

In silence.

Chen Yun became increasingly sure that he had been matching wits with the air.

Yet, he still wasn’t quite sure and wanted to observe a little longer.

As Cui Zixuan’s painting used very special, novel colors and she was a beautiful girl with a crow standing on her shoulder, it attracted many tourists to stop and linger here.

"Hey, why do you have a crow on your shoulder? Is it a pet?"

Among the tourists watching the painting at booth 92, one curiously asked.

Crows, with their high intelligence and social capabilities, can indeed be kept as pets, but whether they are "suitable" depends on individual circumstances.

For instance, the most challenging aspect is that crows are very smart and require a lot of mental stimulation and social interaction. They can learn complex tasks and even solve problems, hence a significant amount of time and energy needs to be invested by their owners in training and socialization to prevent behavioral problems.

Without enough patience and energy, it’s not suitable to keep a crow as a pet.

"It’s a pet, and also a friend."

Cui Zixuan smiled at the inquiring tourist and then gently stroked the well-behaved crow on her shoulder.

A smile unconsciously spread across her face.

Her world was lonely.

The crow accompanying her was her best friend.

"But crows aren’t pretty, right? Just a dark blob."

An impolite tourist suddenly commented.

When it comes to beautiful birds, crows aren’t usually the first ones that come to mind.

In certain cultures, crows might be associated with mystery, intelligence, or misfortune, and these cultural meanings can further influence people’s perception of their appearance.

Upon hearing this,

Cui Zixuan’s expression became somewhat serious.

She looked earnestly at the impolite tourist, her frail persona surprisingly formidable.

"Crows are beautiful!"

"Only you don’t understand, its black is a colorful black!"

Cui Zixuan stated and nodded emphatically.

The people around clearly didn’t understand and started to whisper among themselves.

Only some slightly more erudite individuals caught on and nodded in realization.

And after saying this.

Cui Zixuan’s eager voice didn’t immediately stop.

"You can only catch a fleeting glimpse of the crow’s purple, blue, or green metallic luster under the reflection of sunlight."

"But you trichromats can never truly understand."

"The way it, though mostly in dark tones, is far more spectacular than plain black, that’s the true nature of the world!"

"You don’t understand! You just don’t!"

Cui Zixuan exclaimed, her paintbrush slightly trembling with agitation.

She was eager to prove her friend’s worth.

But in her words lay deep loneliness.

It was as though she was recalling her own empathetic experiences.

The surrounding tourists quieted down, quietly watching Cui Zixuan, who seemed somewhat emotionally out of control.

Cui Zixuan also quickly calmed down.

After composing herself, accustomed to ignoring the whispering around her, she silently walked away quickly with the crows.

She didn’t want to leave the art exhibition, she just wanted to find a corner where she could be alone for a while.

...

Chen Yun, quietly watching all this from the first floor, sighed softly.

Now it could be confirmed.

Cui Zixuan was indeed a tetrachromat, an extremely rare condition.

To call it a disease seemed a bit wrong, perhaps it’s more accurate to say it’s a special symptom?

Being just a step ahead of ordinary people, she seemed out of place in the world and was treated as the so-called... disease!

Chen Yun could now understand the excitement she had when interacting with him online.

Someone who knows the truth but can do nothing except live in solitude would surely be uncontrollably excited when faced with sudden understanding.

Chen Yun could imagine.

A girl who learned she was a tetrachromat, who had struggled to get into an art college to explain the true appearance of the world.

How lonely she must be.

Chen Yun indeed had always been, from start to finish, only battling wits with the air.

He never had any peers.

However...

Watching Cui Zixuan walk to the edge of the balcony to feel the cold breeze and gaze into the distance,

Chen Yun suddenly felt,

that they could truly be considered peers.

He was struck by a wave of emotion as he thought of himself.

It wasn’t just being able to see more colors that made Chen Yun feel they were peers.

It was their shared loneliness that felt eerily familiar and so akin to his own.

One was where everyone else was drunk and he was sober.

The other was becoming so distant that no one could easily approach.

Both of them possessed an extreme loneliness.

Extreme loneliness is a deep, silent experience, as if one’s entire being is placed in a corner of the vast universe, surrounded by endless darkness and silence, not even the starlight within reach.

This loneliness isn’t merely physical solitude, but also a desolation and isolation deep within the soul. It’s like walking in an endless desert, every step sinking into soft sand, the footsteps swiftly erased by the wind, every call absorbed by the dry air, leaving no echo behind.

However, Chen Yun’s physical prowess was strong, and accordingly, his inner strength had also become much stronger than before. So for now, he wasn’t too affected, or perhaps, he was still too focused on other pursuits to care about the effects.

But not everyone was like Chen Yun.

Mulling over this.

Chen Yun didn’t approach this "peer."

Since it wasn’t that type of peer but this type, then his purpose here was fulfilled, and there was no need to interact further.

However...

He did promise A Zi to meet.

He had been cautious not to make contact throughout.

Thinking this, Chen Yun acted upon a thought.

His telekinesis remotely activated, silently blowing a breeze that lifted countless petals from the celebratory flowers scattered on the ground at the exhibition.

Sending a shower of petals towards the sorrowful "peer."

"Consider this a meeting, then."

Chen Yun murmured.

He then returned to Bai Shi’s side, skillfully concealing his talents and name, quietly watching Bai Shi furiously criticize Martin Redrado’s poor imitation work.

While those light petals gently twirled in the air, like countless pink snowflakes or delicate sugar frosting sprinkled from the sky.

Causing many spectators below to exclaim in awe.

And allowing Cui Zixuan to forget her sadness and loneliness, as she instinctively reached out her hands to catch them.

Feeling the touch of the petals in her palm.

A flicker of joy passed through her eyes.