I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 386 - 257: An Old Friend Enters My Dream

Chapter 386: Chapter 257: An Old Friend Enters My Dream

As the clock neared half past eleven in the morning,

the sun cast slanted rays upon the ancient cobblestone streets.

A street musician gently strummed guitar strings, the melodious tune wafting through the heart like a morning breeze, although this guitar sound seemed to carry an undertone of sadness.

The flow of people in the park began to thin out, with the majority lured away by the temptation of lunch, in search of that tranquil and satisfying midday meal.

However, amidst this tranquility, one spot was particularly bustling.

People lined up in a long queue, their gazes focused on a fortune-teller named Chen Yun.

He sat on what appeared to be a brand-new wooden chair, with a similarly new wooden table in front which was covered in a faded cloth, simply adorned with a few stones and a payment code.

When it was each person’s turn, Chen Yun’s gaze swept over the individual like a spotlight.

The words he subsequently spoke astonished everyone present.

He not only described their personal histories with remarkable accuracy but even disclosed secrets known only to their closest confidants.

Moreover, he gave vaguely predictive advice.

Every person who received an answer from Chen Yun left with a face brimming with surprise and a hint of disbelief.

They talked about their experiences as if they had just witnessed a miracle.

Even many raised their smartphones, wanting to capture a record of Chen Yun’s presence.

Despite the fact that the media was replete with so-called "masters" like him, and that once uploaded to the internet they were likely dismissed as frauds or staged events, hardly anyone genuinely believed in the authenticity of fortune-telling.

Yet, considering the need to keep a low profile, Chen Yun still stopped them.

Most people obediently refrained from taking photos on the spot after Chen Yun casually pointed out some of their secrets.

For the few who refused to listen, Chen Yun didn’t bother to press further, instead granting them a touch of Emotion Stimulation, slightly affecting their moods, enough to dissuade them from the idea of taking pictures.

In a short time,

the reputation of Chen Yun as a master spread.

As noon approached and the sun shone brighter,

it drew Chen Yun’s shadow long, casting it upon the quaint cobblestone path, gradually merging with the surrounding aura of history.

His reputation spread rapidly among the crowds like a gentle spring breeze.

Some who were merely passing by, curious onlookers, were also drawn to join the line, hopeful for an interaction with this enigmatic fortune-teller.

Chen Yun’s voice was deep and magnetic, and whenever he spoke, the surrounding noise seemed to fall silent.

He was not just a fortune-teller, but more like a spiritual guide, who, in his unique way, illuminated the inner light of each visitor.

Although it was unknown how Chen Yun knew their information, everyone was actually aware that fortune-telling was false, merely a pretext to hear something pleasant for their money.

As time progressed, many shopkeepers and park singers had gone to eat, yet the area around Chen Yun had gathered an even larger audience.

Among them were young people and the elderly, dressed-up successful individuals as well as ordinary passersby.

But here, identity and status seemed to lose their significance; everyone waited with a heart of reverence and curiosity, silently anticipating Chen Yun’s guidance.

Some arrived with confusion and left with relief; others came with sorrow and departed with hope.

Chen Yun briefly surveyed the number of people still in line and decided to just deal with the couple in front and then wrap things up.

He could only sense the past, but not predict the future.

The advice about the future was generic and universally applicable, the kind that many had long since grown tired of hearing.

It was just that when he casually revealed various information about others, this advice was truly taken to heart.

As for this job which was basically just comforting people, Chen Yun naturally didn’t plan to continue.

He wasn’t in it for the money.

If it were for money, then earning just ten yuan at a time would take ages to match the cold tens of millions lying in his bank account or the hundreds of billions in assets held by his subordinates.

His cosplay as a fortune-teller was purely for interest, inspired by a similar idea he once had, and he couldn’t resist trying it out in practice.

Now that the initial excitement was over,

it was time to call it a day, A Zu.

Thinking this way, Chen Yun turned his attention to the couple in front of him.

Perhaps influenced by the thought of closing time,

while the couple was busy scanning the payment code, Chen Yun didn’t wait for them to speak and directly employed his powerful Transparent World Perception Ability to start observing.

Chen Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Sharp as an eagle’s, he captured the wife’s subtle nervousness and anticipation.

He could clearly see the contraction of every pore on her cheeks and feel the subtle changes in the blood flow beneath her skin.

Simultaneously, Chen Yun’s Super Hearing picked up on the accelerated rhythm of the husband’s heartbeat, each beat revealing his inner unease and longing.

Chen Yun’s Perception pierced through the surface noise, reaching deep into the souls of the couple.

He saw their longing, apprehension, and a slight fear of the unknown future.

The wife’s hand gently caressed her slightly rounded belly, her eyes shining with the tender glow of motherhood; the husband tightly held her hand, offering silent support and strength.