I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 206 - 165: Going into Business, Training

Chapter 206: Chapter 165: Going into Business, Training

Eight o’clock in the evening.

After checking in, Chen Yun briefly tidied up and took the opportunity to let the silly dog Bai Jin get acquainted with the surroundings.

Having declined the dinner offered by Zheng Yuliang,

Chen Yun immediately locked his bedroom door from the inside and slipped out.

With night quietly descending, the fishing village by the sea was enveloped in an unusual tranquility. The sky was no longer the usual gradient blue but was covered by thick clouds, which hung heavily on the horizon like giant ink blots.

Though the real typhoon had not yet officially arrived,

the subtle signs were becoming increasingly evident.

Guided by the expansive perception of the Transparent World, Chen Yun walked through intersection after intersection and path after path with the skill and certainty of someone who had lived in this village for over a decade.

He didn’t head to his own little harbor in the village.

Instead, he followed the coastline northward.

Fishing villages are usually located in more sheltered bays or coastal areas, which are geographically advantageous for mooring boats and going out to sea. The topography of the bay provides a natural barrier for the village, and the surrounding mountains or land can block or weaken the strong winds’ impact on the sea, resulting in relatively smaller waves near the shore.

This kind of calm wave was not what Chen Yun wanted.

Moreover, to go into the sea at the village’s harbor for training would have been too conspicuous.

That’s why Chen Yun continued north.

He moved at a very high speed, intending to leave the vicinity of the village and head to a more distant and secluded coastline.

And so,

he traversed vast distances at midnight, avoiding any potential onlookers.

He soon reached a secluded spot.

Looking at the waves breaking on the shore,

Chen Yun began to undress, removing all his clothes and shoes, then stood on a rock and took an elegant yet powerful leap.

He drew not the most graceful, but a certainly powerful arc through the air and dived into the sea more than ten meters away.

The moment his skin first touched the water’s surface, what he felt was the distinctive coolness of the sea, as though countless tiny fingers were gently brushing over every inch of skin, bringing a stimulating yet fresh chill.

As his body sank deeper, the seawater enveloped him entirely. It was an embrace both soft and subtly salty, distinctly different from the touch of freshwater.

The instant he plunged into the sea, the sounds of the outside world seemed to have their volume dial turned down, replaced by the quiet of the underwater and the echoes of his own heartbeat. Although his ears could catch the subtle sounds of water movement and the distant, blurred noise of waves crashing, this low volume created an auditory environment that was both isolated and harmonious.

As his whole body submerged and reached the bottom,

Chen Yun did not hurry to surface.

Instead, while feeling the resistance of the water flow, he instinctively learned to swim, continuing to head off into even further and deeper parts of the water.

In a previous evolution, he had already discarded the need to breathe.

Thus,

in the water, he had no trouble needing to surface for air.

In reality, the rhythm of breathing in swimming directly affects the rhythm and efficiency of the strokes. If one didn’t need to breathe, theoretically, a swimmer could focus more on the actions of stroking, kicking techniques, and maintaining body posture, potentially experiencing an unprecedented sense of fluidity.

And right now, Chen Yun

was feeling that unprecedented fluidity.

Most importantly, he acutely sensed the strength and angle of the water currents flowing against the surface of his body, then instinctively controlled his body to conform to them, swimming even better than the fish.

As Chen Yun kept moving forward,

his Transparent World Perception made it clear that he was moving farther from the coast, exploring deeper into the vast ocean.

Qixi City was located at the junction of the Yangtze River, Eastern Sea, and Yellow Sea, replete with diverse natural features and ecological characteristics.

He moved steadily away from the coast for about two kilometers.

Here, the marine life became more abundant, and within this range, the sufficient sunlight was conducive to algae growth. This area was rich in plankton and bottom-dwelling organisms, such as various shellfish, crabs, and small fish.

After swimming about three more kilometers outward,

Chen Yun gradually halted his movements.

Standing on the seabed rocks here, Chen Yun felt a faint pressure.

The depth of the seawater here had seen a significant increase, and was roughly forty meters deep.

The pressure was about four times that of standard atmospheric pressure, an extreme condition for the human body and well beyond the comfort zone that people could normally tolerate in everyday life.

Without proper protection and a gradual acclimatization process, the human body would suffer severe effects under such pressure.

For Chen Yun, however, it seemed rather ordinary.

He could only say it was slightly more than standing directly in the air pressure, just a pinch more.

Here he could still run, jump, and even perform a beautiful goldfish flip.

But that was just standing still, enduring the pressure.

If he started moving, the sensation was completely different.

When an object moves through water, it encounters friction with the water molecules, and this frictional force is called drag. Drag depends on the shape and surface roughness of the object, its speed, and the density and viscosity of the fluid.

Water, being much denser and having a higher viscosity compared to air, presents much greater resistance when moving through it.

This was, in addition to water pressure, another form of resistance similar to carrying a weight.

Overall,

training underwater could indeed be considered fraught with resistance.

For Chen Yun, this was good news.

Any activity performed in the water, including throwing a punch, consumed more energy compared to doing so on land. This was due to the need to overcome the resistance of the water to complete the action.

Chen Yun planted his feet firmly on the seabed.

He then swung his fists earnestly, stirring up the currents of the sea floor.

The faster he tried to move,

the greater the resistance he encountered, forcing him to stop his movements.

So each full-force punch,

came with the weight of tens of thousands of pounds of strength, causing ripples to spread far and wide.

Full-force punching here might not be exhilarating, but it was quite the sensation.

It was as if there was an opponent always hindering Chen Yun’s every move.

This gave Chen Yun a sense of challenge.

So he swung with more vigor, randomly practicing the martial arts he had seen on the seabed, stirring up the surrounding sea into a frenzy.

It was as if a giant beast lying dormant at the bottom of the sea gently turned, disturbing the sand and pebbles around it.

Seaweed and corals swayed with the currents, as if performing a silent dance, while the small fish and marine life hidden among them panicked, darting in all directions, searching for safe havens.

The deeper currents joined the revelry, intensifying the agitation of the water, making the entire seabed world seem to boil, displaying the magnificent yet daunting aspect of nature.

A fish that happened to pass by,

Attracted by the hook drifting with the current following Chen Yun, planned to take a nibble,

But caught up by the undertow caused by Chen Yun’s punches, it desperately tried to avoid, yet found itself helplessly carried away by the turbulent flow, utterly devoid of any resistance.

Around Chen Yun, because of his punching,

It seemed as though a domain had emerged where the currents churned and swirled.

Any creature that entered was enveloped by a formidable strength, unable to move!

That fish, caught off guard, was utterly engulfed by the surge of force raised by the wave. The water, as if a living entity, wrapped around it with wild energy, pulling it into an involuntary dance.

The fish tumbled in the raging vortex, its fins flailing weakly, trying to break free from the irresistible force, but all its efforts were pale and futile.

Its eyes were wide with panic and confusion, as its body was tossed and turned by the current, losing all the grace of its usual effortless gliding.

The surrounding water molecules seemed to boil, each twist fighting against the fury of the entire body of water. However, it was a lopsided battle of strength, with the fish merely drifting with the tide.

If this had been in the air,

Chen Yun’s punch would have instantly turned the fish into a mist of blood, ensuring a death further than dead.

But in the water,

This fish was fortunate enough to endure the lingering effects of the punch’s passing winds, lasting a long, long time.

Not until Chen Yun stopped and the surging currents dispersed did the fish finally collapse, dizzy and disoriented, onto the seabed’s rocks motionless.