I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 210 - 168: Can’t Be Bothered to Listen to Your Nonsense

Chapter 210: Chapter 168: Can’t Be Bothered to Listen to Your Nonsense

Feeling Zheng Yuliang’s confusion, pleading, and determination just before he fell unconscious, Chen Yun faintly realized something had happened.

He seemed...

to have made a little brat worry about him.

Silent for a moment, Chen Yun accelerated his run through the rain.

From his previous leisurely pace, he instantly switched to a frenzied sprint.

He ran like a wild horse that had cast off its reins, or even faster than that.

Suddenly, he plunged into the world dominated by fierce winds and lashing rain. His figure sped through the chaos, as if resonating wildly with the raging forces of nature. With each step, a thunderous boom echoed, challenging the limits of the storm.

The wind and rain intertwined to form a massive net, trying to bind everything in the world, but he moved through it unobstructed.

Only a blurred figure remained, dancing alone in the midst of the tempest.

At this moment, Chen Yun had no time to consider whether or not he could beat the typhoon; he was more concerned about Zheng Yuliang’s condition.

From afar, Chen Yun used his spiritual power to shield him from the wind and rain, and it took him less than five seconds to effortlessly cross a three-hundred-meter distance.

The wind, that normally indomitable spirit of nature, howled fiercely around him, seeming to be drawn and torn by an invisible force, clearing a path for him. The raindrops, each one like an arrow shot from the sky, were shattered by his incredible speed, turning into mist that swirled around him.

When Chen Yun reached Zheng Yuliang’s side,

The figure clad only in underwear, with muscles rugged and bulging, was wrapped in shattered rain mist, appearing like an ancient behemoth that had just been unleashed.

Zheng Yuliang’s condition on the ground wasn’t very good.

Even unconscious, his thin shoulders shivered slightly in the cold wind, and the relentless rain pelted his already soaked clothes, clinging to his skin with an icy, bone-chilling sensation.

Zheng Yuliang’s face was as pale as paper, his lips turned purple from the cold.

However, the good news was,

Zheng Yuliang’s breathing and pulse were stable, with no serious issues, and there was no vomit blocking his airway.

And with Chen Yun’s telekinesis enveloping him,

The wind couldn’t be completely blocked, but the rain was largely kept at bay.

Looking at Zheng Yuliang on the ground,

Chen Yun decisively used telekinesis to shield him from the elements while running toward a nearby forest.

Releasing thermal sight, he instantly cut down a tree at the root.

Using the thermal sight as a cutting device and his sharp nails, he swiftly hollowed the wood into a large, lidless wooden box.

Then he used his thermal sight again to clean up all traces at the scene.

Afterwards,

Chen Yun returned to Zheng Yuliang, placed him in the wooden box, effectively shielding him from the howling winds.

With the lidless top, telekinesis deflected the rain.

After ensuring that Zheng Yuliang’s body temperature wouldn’t drop further, Chen Yun carried the wooden box and sprinted towards the fishing village.

During this process, he didn’t have to worry about Zheng Yuliang being jostled awake or vomiting, since a human body is the top-tier anti-shock and stabilizing platform.

Under these circumstances, he was very fast.

Moreover, Zheng Yuliang, a frail kid, couldn’t have moved too fast while searching for him in such stormy weather.

So before long, Chen Yun’s Transparent World sensed the deserted fishing village,

And he noticed several volunteers engaged in the search.

He decisively smashed the wooden box and threw it into the water that now reached his ankles, then carried the unconscious Zheng Yuliang towards the volunteers.

...

By ten o’clock at night, the typhoon had intensified.

The raging winds roared furiously, blurring the line between sea and sky with endless wrath.

The torrential rain hammered relentlessly on every inch of the fishing village, creating a rapid, noisy din.

The power of the typhoon seemed to grow with each passing moment, like an invisible giant beast, wantonly showcasing the strength of nature.

Some of the older wooden houses in the village shivered in the wind, their creaks and groans sent chills down one’s spine.

The residents of the fishing village congregated in the community service center, which became their temporary shelter from the storm. The dim and warm indoor lighting starkly contrasted the fierce storm outside, but this peace did not completely dispel the unease in people’s hearts. Faces were etched with tension and panic, and occasionally, glances were cast outside the door, filled with concern for those not yet returned.

Two latecomers, like a tightly strung cord, tugged at everyone’s hearts. Muted conversations mingled together, interwoven with curses about the weather and prayers for safety.

The leader of the volunteers furrowed his brows, whispering whether they should send out more people to search, but after several deliberations, they decided: immediate evacuation!

Though not everyone was accounted for,

The evacuation was urgent.

The strength of the typhoon was approaching a dangerous threshold.

Having waited a long time, the rescue team leader decided not to wait any longer and began to evacuate most of the village’s residents.

Otherwise, it would only lead to greater mistakes.

But considering there was still an adult named Chen Yun and a junior high student named Zheng Yuliang who were missing,

A small volunteer team left three people behind, along with a vehicle that was freed up for further searching.

As the majority of villagers evacuated, the village became eerily empty and quiet, leaving only the screaming wind and surging waves to weave a tragic natural dirge.

The remaining three volunteers, wearing helmets and fluorescent raincoats, struggled to move against the storm’s fury, their flashlight beams wavering in the darkness, trying to pierce through the dense curtain of rain.

They called out the names of the missing, their voices repeatedly devoured by the wind and rain, yet each call was made with more resolve.

They could only search within the fishing village.

Because beyond that, the areas closer to the sea were complex and were already showing signs of flooding from the rising waters.

Searching there was not only dangerous but also lacked any proper equipment and conditions.

And so it went, until past eleven o’clock.

The remaining three volunteers also came back empty-handed.

Just as they were about to give up, preparing to leave on the last car.

A man holding a child appeared in their sights.

In the shelter, some distance away from the fishing village, the emergency lights glowed softly and warmly.

The air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant and wisps of rice fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

Volunteers in fluorescent vests bustled about guiding everyone to the safe areas, their faces wore comforting smiles, offering everyone the reassurance they most needed.

Although the shelter was built specially for typhoon refuge, it couldn’t be left empty all the time, so it was occasionally used as a gym for the residents.

Now, in this emergency situation.

Naturally, there weren’t enough rooms, but the makeshift beds laid with blankets were quite sufficient.

Patients, the elderly, and children were given priority in the room beds.

The remaining adults were each arranged in the various quieter corners.

Children huddled in groups inside the shelter, whispering and occasionally letting out a few innocent laughs, bringing a touch of ease to the tense atmosphere.

Adults, either sitting or lying down, some tightly holding their family members in their hands.

Occasionally, the wind and rain outside grew fiercer, as the vanguard of the typhoon caught up.

But there’s no need to worry.

Situated on high ground, and some distance from the seaside, it’s a refuge built specifically for coastal residents against typhoons.

Here, one could rest assured.

Following the volunteers, Chen Yun brought Zheng Yuliang to the shelter and handed him over to a doctor.

Then he followed the volunteers to get himself a set of clothes and a pair of slippers.

After that, with a Purple Sandalwood Flying Sword hanging from the silly dog Bai Jin’s neck, he used his super visual-range perception to head straight for the management office and retrieved his silly dog Bai Jin.

After placing silly dog Bai Jin next to Zheng Yuliang, who was lying on the bed.

Chen Yun went straight to the food serving area, took advantage of the ID card distributed upon entering the shelter, and collected two fast food meals.

He naturally wasn’t hungry.

But Zheng Yuliang, who had woken up and was fine after being treated, was quite weak and definitely needed such a meal.

So Chen Yun let Zheng Yuliang play with silly dog Bai Jin.

While he went to get the boxed lunch for him.

However, when he returned with the boxed lunch, he saw a familiar face at the entrance of the sickroom.

It was that bully named Zheng Ronggang.

Besides him was a rugged-looking adult man, his thick eyebrows over a pair of small eyes that hinted at a ruthlessness that couldn’t be ignored.

At that moment.

The big and small pair waiting at the sickroom door looked towards Chen Yun, who was hurrying over with the boxed lunch.

Their barrier-like stance clearly indicated they were up to no good.

"Dad, it’s him!" Zheng Ronggang pointed at Chen Yun with a brazen face.

His voice was shrill and smug.

Many eyes from the villagers around unconsciously shifted toward them.

In the room, Zheng Yuliang on the sickbed held onto silly dog Bai Jin even tighter, frantically signaling Chen Yun with his eyes to run away.

Zheng Yuliang understood that the big and small duo came for revenge because of what happened today, picking a time when most volunteers were at a meeting and those remaining were not nearby.

If Chen Yun didn’t run, there was a high chance he would get beaten by Zheng Dalai, who fought often.

He didn’t believe Chen Yun could win against the daily brawler.

There were no cameras around, and the villagers wouldn’t speak out.

Telling this to the volunteers maintaining order would be pointless, too.

And robust Zheng Dalai stepped up towards Chen Yun, "Heard you stood up for Zheng Yuliang this afternoon? Now I’m here to stand up for my son, not too much to ask for, right?"

"There are no cameras here, and those villagers won’t dare say anything, how about you just take a beating?"

Zheng Dalai’s tone seemed calm.

But his arrogance was about to spill over.

Upon hearing this.

Chen Yun glanced calmly at Zheng Dalai in front of him, showing no signs of agitation.

"I don’t want to waste my energy either, so just don’t fight back and let me beat you up for fun, and I’ll let it go, what do you think of that..."

Zheng Dalai’s words were cut short abruptly.

Too lazy to press and too lazy to listen further, Chen Yun landed a nonchalant punch on his stomach, leaving him speechless in an instant.

Against Chen Yun’s punch, Zheng Dalai, who often fought, was knocked out without even realizing what had happened.

He hunched over, curled up on the ground.

Intense pain rendered him unable to utter a word, clutching his stomach.

"Boring."

Saying this, Chen Yun stepped calmly over his body and into the sickroom.

Zheng Ronggang tiptoed aside, swallowing hard, frightened he might also receive a punch.

The surrounding people who witnessed this scene instinctively hissed, then quickly averted their gazes, daring not to look any further.