I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 293 - 213: The Boisterous King Kong Who Wants to Be a Modest Gentleman_2

Chapter 293: Chapter 213: The Boisterous King Kong Who Wants to Be a Modest Gentleman_2

Just the thought of it was stunningly cool.

Thinking this way,

Chen Yun took out a bunch of tools he brought back from Shucheng, as well as some woodworking tools that the boss of Xianghe Real Estate Jiangnan Branch had sent over last night.

The first rays of the morning sun penetrated the thin mist and gently spilled into Chen Yun’s vibrant courtyard.

The little dog Bai Jin excitedly ran around him, sometimes curiously sniffing the wood, and sometimes joyfully chasing his own tail, adding a lively atmosphere to this serene setting.

As the carving knife rose and fell, tiny wood shavings gently floated to the ground, intertwining with the dew on the ground, making the scene particularly lively and interesting.

The giant bone snake fish seemed to be drawn to this concentration too, occasionally approaching the shore as if it too were admiring this silent art creation.

Every now and then, Bai Jin would stop running and sit down, tilting his head and watching his master’s craftsmanship with his clear eyes.

As the sun rose higher, the light danced on the surface of the pond and on the Sword Box being carved, coating the entire scene in a golden glow.

The carving knife in Chen Yun’s hand seemed to come alive, each stroke perfectly timed, leaving delicate marks on the wood.

At first, it was just a seemingly ordinary piece of timber.

But under his skilled hands, it gradually revealed the form of a Sword Box.

Chen Yun first outlined the basic structure of the Sword Box with smooth and powerful lines, then he moved on to finely detail it.

First, he carved a landscape on the front of the Sword Box, with mountains undulating and clouds swirling, each peak layered so vividly one might almost feel the mountain breeze on their face. Then, he ingeniously integrated several pine trees into the scene, with fine needles and robust trunks, conveying a spirit of resilience.

On the sides of the Sword Box, Chen Yun carved a ring of entwined lotus patterns, each bloom lifelike, with petals layered upon each other; some were budding while others were in full bloom, displaying the vigorous vitality of life.

During this process,

Chen Yun carved at an exceptionally fast pace, sometimes too lazy to switch tools, simply using his sharp fingernails to make minor adjustments on the wood.

After about ten minutes of meticulous carving, the Sword Box’s surface was imbued with life.

Lastly, he wiped it carefully with a soft cloth, then applied a thin layer of protective oil, making the wood’s texture clearer and its color warm and jade-like.

The finished Sword Box was no more than a foot long.

It was a thick, moderate-sized box, substantial yet nimble when held in hand.

Seeing this,

Chen Yun looked at the remaining materials on the ground and simply made a dozen more wooden swords the size of his fingertips and placed them all into the wooden Sword Box.

After storing the leftover materials in a corner,

Chen Yun walked to the middle of the courtyard, gripping the Sword Box in his hand with a sense of ceremony.

In his hands, the exquisitely carved Sword Box, with its lively mountain and crane pattern, emitted a subtle woody fragrance, blending with the fresh air around him.

As Chen Yun gently tapped it, the Sword Box slowly opened.

In an instant, it seemed as if even the air was imbued with an extraordinary aura.

Inside the box were not gleaming true swords, but rather a dozen small, delicate wooden Flying Swords, each the size of a fingertip.

Each was uniquely shaped, yet all were exquisitely fine, like miniature works of art.

They quietly lined up, waiting for their master’s command.

Chen Yun took a deep breath, his eyes slightly closed, his expression serene, and an indescribable force of telekinesis surged forth, silently enveloping those silent wooden swords.

In the next moment, a miracle occurred—those little wooden swords seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, breaking free from the Sword Box and leaping into the air,

Beginning to dance in every corner of the courtyard.

At times they spiraled upward.

At times, they dived down, almost skimming the ground, stirring up a series of faint yet crisp winds.

The sun, shining through these fluttering wooden swords, cast a patchy pattern of light and shadow, transforming the entire courtyard into a grand stage of light and shadow.

And there, in the center of this stage stood Chen Yun, his figure even more extraordinary amidst the interplay of light and shadow, resembling an elegant Sword Immortal unconcerned with worldly matters, utterly engrossed in the path of the sword.

He stood motionless,

His gaze focused and composed.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the dance of sword shadows and morning light.

At that moment,

Anyone who entered the courtyard would be utterly astonished by everything unfolding before their eyes.

Chen Yun stood motionless in the middle of the courtyard,

Surrounded by flying wooden swords.

It all looked incredibly dreamlike.

Capturing this moment in a photograph would create a perfect artwork ready for exhibition.

Chen Yun listened to the whooshing sounds in the courtyard,

Deep in thought,

He then used telekinesis to abruptly stop the erratically flying swords, and they orderly moved toward the opened Sword Box in his hand.

Their speed slowed from fast to slow,

as they approached the Sword Box, almost hovering in midair, seemingly lining up to wait for the Flying Swords in front to return to their slots.

In just a few seconds,

The yard returned to tranquility.

Chen Yun pondered deeply, experiencing the sensations from just moments ago.

The special effects seemed exaggerated, and the flying sword moving about was very interesting.

But in actuality,

it had hardly any power.

Not to mention beheading someone from a thousand miles away, even penetrating a person’s skull at close range was difficult.

Though under the force of 200N, even a wooden sword had certain lethality, easily slicing through the flesh and skin of ordinary humans.

But to Chen Yun, that was just so-so.

It was somewhat lackluster.

Even saying it was cool, the flying sword left him somewhat underwhelmed.

He thought,

then picked up the remainder of a hardly-used, rather bulky wooden stick.

He gripped the seemingly ordinary yet unusually stout wooden stick with both hands. The stick was nearly as tall as him, with its texture mottled, embodying the vicissitudes of years and the rhythms of nature.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

It was as if he could discern the direction of the wind and the gathering and dispersing of the clouds.

Then, Chen Yun firmly rooted his feet to the ground.

His muscles tensed, ready to burst.

The air around him seemed to freeze with his movements, a subtle aura spreading quietly in the courtyard.

"Hu—"

With a deep exhale, Chen Yun suddenly swung the wooden stick.

That swing, like a raging storm, was an eruption following utter silence.

The stick cut through the air, bringing a swooshing sound; within that noise was not only the sharp cutting of the air by the stick but also seemed to contain some ancient and mysterious power.

In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed to be shaken by an invisible force.

Leaves, dust, even the light ornaments in the yard were caught in this staff’s energy, spinning and flying, as if the entire space was synchronizing with this thunderous strike.

Even the regularly motionless stone benches and tables seemed to tremble slightly under the aftermath.

Even the shadows of the trees beyond the courtyard wall swayed enticingly.

It showcased a visual feast of power and beauty.

As the staff’s wind dissipated, everything returned to calm, leaving only Chen Yun standing in his original spot.

His breathing remained steady, a glint of light flickering in his eyes.

While he was fond of trying out the gentleman’s style,

it seemed really not suited for him.

He preferred the straightforward and heavy-hitting style.

"Indeed, this is more to my taste."

"Playing with the flying sword is kind of pointless, the sword box should just carry my patina-refined flying sword."

Chen Yun murmured, setting aside the wooden stick.

As he slightly moved his telekinesis,

everything in the courtyard that had been disturbed by his energy began to neatly rearrange themselves.

Glancing at the time, which was nearing noon, Chen Yun seriously tidied the courtyard,

while opening his phone to look up some snake meat recipes.

At that moment,

he also noticed several messages Bai Shi had sent on QQ.

Briefly scanning Bai Shi’s messages,

Chen Yun reflected for a moment before decisively rejecting them.

He had a lot on his plate.

Apart from persistent training, experimentation, and self-exploration,

in a week or two, he had agreed to go on a trip with Jiang Anping.

In two months, he also needed to pay attention to Lighthouse Country’s rocket launching his patina-refined metal ball into the sky.

He was quietly planning a global trip, recently trying to integrate the modified version of Ozaki’s Eight into his travel plans.

In short...

he was very busy.

Theft was something he had little interest in.

Even if he wanted those robber-acquired items back, once he could supernova with a punch, wouldn’t it just be a matter of asking?

As for thieving, he wasn’t interested,

nor did he find it challenging.

Thus, Chen Yun chose to decline Bai Shi’s invitation.

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