I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 203 - 164: Who is your father? Didn’t your mother tell you?

Chapter 203: Chapter 164: Who is your father? Didn’t your mother tell you?

Walking through this small fishing village,

Chen Yun intended to follow the recommendations on Meituan and find a place to stay on the fly.

He didn’t care about the standards.

Right now, he was in no need of money.

He had previously brought back some gold bars from Xianghe Real Estate, melted them down with thermal sight, and had Bai Shi help exchange them for some cash.

Turning Xianghe Real Estate’s money into gold, then melting the gold bars into untraceable gold, and finally having Bai Shi convert it into money.

Through such a series of exchanges,

the origins of the money were pretty much clean, practically untraceable, and there was no need to worry about the charge of possessing a huge amount of funds with an unclear source.

The key to avoiding this charge was to make sure that one’s sources of funds were legal, clear, and traceable, which is to say, to launder the money.

Bai Shi was a professional in this area.

Thus, the assets in Chen Yun’s account, coming from various sources and under various identities, added up to over twelve million.

Although this sum wasn’t enormous,

it was more than enough for Chen Yun.

With this thought, as he reached the community service center in the heart of the village, Chen Yun noticed a Hua Country Post express courier service station.

Raising his eyebrows, he walked in.

After taking out three small Purple Sandalwood Flying Swords and chatting with the staff for a while, he neatly packed them up.

He intended to send three out of the remaining seven Flying Swords back home.

One for his father, one for his mother, and one for his brother.

Now he was left with only two Jade Swords and two Purple Sandalwood Swords.

Ten Flying Swords refined with patina, six gone in a flash, leaving only four.

Since acquiring this ability, Chen Yun always wanted to leave a Flying Sword as a beacon with those he cared about, so his consciousness could descend anytime during an out-of-body experience.

It was quite reassuring to have such a system.

As for whether he needed to go back personally to give them, that wasn’t necessary at all.

He had just visited a few days ago; there was no need to go back now.

Besides, the courier industry was so well-developed today.

Between bustling cities and remote villages, there were invisible channels of information flowing rapidly, knitting into a vast logistics network.

From the first ray of dawn until the stars dotted the night sky, countless trucks bearing the logos of major courier companies shuttled incessantly through this network. Whether it was SF Express, JD Logistics, ZTO Express, YTO Express, STO Express, Yunda, or the Post, they were like the blood in veins, delivering packages of all sorts to every nook and cranny.

Such in-province deliveries, regardless of which courier company was chosen, would definitely arrive the next day.

Even if they didn’t arrive tomorrow,

at worst, they would arrive the day after.

By then, he would let his family know, and his ever-obedient younger brother wouldn’t need much explanation to wear the Flying Sword daily. After all, he had always been quite authoritative to his brother.

There was no need to say much to his father and mother either; he just had to insist they wear it, and they would usually comply obediently.

They always supported his ideas.

And even if the courier didn’t deliver, or if something went awry and the package was lost,

Chen Yun’s Super-visual Range Position Perception Ability was not just for show; he could trace it in minutes.

He wasn’t worried about losing it at all.

So, all in all, choosing to send it by courier was pretty much enough; there wouldn’t be any problems.

Thinking this over, Chen Yun promptly finished all his business and walked out of the postal express station.

Looking at the community service center in the center of the village, Chen Yun was about to look for a place to stay.

Transparent World sharply detected something happening not too far away...

A dispute?

...

In front of the community service center,

there was a sizable notice board, half of which was available for the villagers to post advertisements.

A little boy was seen standing on tiptoes, struggling to attach an A4 paper high enough.

His hair appeared somewhat dry and tangled in front of his forehead. His body looked rather frail, as if a breeze could knock him over.

The A4 paper was a rent advertisement.

The boy, whose mother had passed away and was brought up by his father who worked away from home, wanted to do something when he was left at home.

After asking the uncles at the community service center, they suggested he could try renting out the spare rooms at home, so he did just that.

Using the A4 paper provided by the community service center, he wrote a careful rental advertisement, and with considerable effort, managed to stick it high and visible.

However, just at that moment,

a tall boy strode over like a meteor, his shadow instantly covering the shorter boy, casting an ominous gloom.

The tall boy wore a scornful smile and, without a word, yanked the freshly posted ad, tearing it to shreds.

The pieces fell like snowflakes, leaving the shorter boy stunned in place.

"Zheng Ronggang, you’re being too much!" The shorter boy summoned his courage, looking up at the towering figure above him, his eyes filled with both anger and confusion.

The tall boy named Zheng Ronggang snickered disdainfully, replying in a sharp and hurtful tone, "What, shorty, you want to fight back? Zheng Yuliang, probably no mom to teach you what’s polite, huh?"

That sentence struck like a blade, piercing straight into the heart of the boy named Zheng Yuliang, causing his face to instantly pale.