I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 413 - 270 Bamboo Flying Sword_2

Chapter 413: Chapter 270 Bamboo Flying Sword_2

"Most of the eighteen positions I had were allocated to the people I wanted to protect and the places where I needed to project my consciousness."

The remaining seventeen new ones, he was more inclined to use to randomly scatter around as opportunities, just like sending out beautiful dreams to people last time.

With this in mind,

Chen Yun sat cross-legged on the ground.

He took out the carving tools from his backpack while lifting the cut bamboo in his hand, examining it over and over.

For the extraordinarily talented him, carving this bamboo was not difficult.

Bai Shi once said,

"Chen Yun’s carving skills can be described as divine, as if his hands were endowed with magic, creating awe-inspiring artworks from ordinary materials."

Each cut was incredibly precise, and each moment was filled with spirit, as if he could engage in a deep soulful conversation with the object he was carving.

His works not only displayed extraordinary technique but also contained profound emotions and an ultimate pursuit of beauty, moving people deeply with their pure love for art, while they marveled at his skill.

Chen Yun was, undoubtedly, a master artist with exceptional talent and superior skills.

However, after examining it for a while,

Chen Yun had some new ideas.

Rather than starting to carve right away, he wanted to make some modifications to the bamboo.

Thinking,

Chen Yun’s fingertips grasped the bamboo, and electrical currents began to flow into it.

The next moment, the bamboo exploded, becoming a literal firecracker.

Clearly, he had injected too much Thunder into it.

Chen Yun didn’t give up, picking up another piece of bamboo to try again.

This time, it didn’t explode.

However, there were obvious signs of extensive charring.

With a pinch, it even crumbled into charred rubble; clearly, this piece of bamboo was unusable as well.

Remembering the force used this time, Chen Yun immediately switched to another piece of bamboo.

This time was different.

Visible to the naked eye,

Black patterns like blooming flowers spreading apart branched across the bamboo’s surface, which were the natural traces left by the burnt Thunder.

These black patterns were not random but intricately and exquisitely detailed.

They possessed both the wild unrestraint of lightning and the delicate twists of vines, weaving together a breathtaking visual feast.

It was the actual shape of lightning reflected on the bamboo!

These patterns, extending from the surface of the bamboo into its texture, were akin to an artist’s ink painting on silk. Each stroke was just right, every line filled with endless stories.

Seeing this,

Chen Yun nodded in satisfaction.

Compared to Thunderstruck Wood and the like, the bamboo in his hand could tentatively be called Thunderstruck Bamboo.

This type of rare material from nature could be easily created by his hand.

Even though this Thunderstruck Bamboo didn’t possess any mystical ghost-catching powers, its pattern alone was certainly beautiful and natural.

No matter what others might think,

Chen Yun quite liked it.

Therefore, a very satisfied Chen Yun went on to make many pieces of Thunderstruck Bamboo in a row.

After creating a pile of Thunderstruck Bamboo,

he began his carving using these as a foundation.

Chen Yun’s hands seemed to possess a dexterity and precision beyond that of ordinary people.

He sat cross-legged, with the electric sparks around him already quietly fading, replaced by an extremely stable and focused aura.

The carving tools he took out from his backpack glinted with the sheen of metal in the sunlight, each one meticulously polished, reflecting his passion and pursuit of art.

He gently caressed the bamboo in his hand, as if listening to its story.

Then, he closed his eyes.

It seemed that he was sketching patterns in his mind, sparks of inspiration only he could see.

When he reopened his eyes, they shimmered with the light of creation, like a painter facing a blank canvas, about to craft a work of astonishing magnificence.

Chen Yun’s movements were smooth and natural, the carving knife in his hand seeming to possess life.

As his will traversed the surface of the bamboo, each incision was exact, as if there was a tacit understanding with the bamboo itself.

He wasn’t carving mere shapes but was integrating the bamboo’s soul with the rhythm of nature, each cut revealing his understanding and insights into the essence of life.

As time passed, the piece of bamboo in front of Chen Yun gradually revealed a vivid picture.

It was a scene depicting the coexistence of mountains, water, and wildlife.

There was a playful giant panda frolicking in the bamboo forest, a lively little deer drinking by the stream, a majestic eagle soaring through the skies, and winding rivers flowing through rugged mountains.

Because the bamboo was not very large,

Chen Yun’s carving was more impressionistic, unable to achieve exquisite detail, yet it was still easy for one to discern what was carved upon it.

Soon, he finished carving the seventeen small bamboo flying swords.

Next was the patina sacrificial refining process, to thoroughly transform these seventeen bamboo flying swords into Super-visual Range Positioning Tokens.

And this operation was quite simple.

All he had to do was use telekinesis to control the bamboo flying swords to fly around.

As long as they were in contact with telekinesis long enough and soaked with sufficient spiritual power, he could create Super-visual Range Positioning Tokens!

Reflecting upon this,

Chen Yun’s right index and middle fingers joined together.

As his sword fingers pointed upward, he softly chanted, "Rise!"

The next moment,

the seventeen bamboo flying swords flew into the air.

Chen Yun’s gestures and words were not necessary; he needed only a thought to control these flying swords with telekinesis.

But, who doesn’t have a bit of chūnibyō?

Bai Jin, who had been sleeping by Chen Yun’s side during the carving, was awakened by the commotion.

Observing the flying swords in the sky,

it started running excitedly, darting to and fro following the flying swords in mid-air.

It clearly preferred chasing after these moving flying swords over the dull process of carving, much like how it once played with a flying handkerchief at home.

Bai Jin’s cream and yellow fur shone in the sunlight, looking like a cloud in motion.

Seeing the flying swords weave through the air, its bright and curious eyes lit up with joy.

Its tail wagged merrily, as if making the final preparations for the game about to begin.

Chen Yun noticed Bai Jin’s excitement and a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He gently altered the frequency of his telekinesis, causing the flying swords to trace more unpredictable paths in the air.

Sometimes they soared high, other times they skimmed low, engaging in a game of hide-and-seek with Bai Jin.

Whenever the flying swords came close to the ground, Bai Jin would leap powerfully, trying to capture the swiftly moving bamboo swords with its mouth, but always missing by just a bit, which heightened its excitement even more.

The flying swords left faint afterimages in the sky, while Bai Jin left a series of joyous paw prints on the ground below.

It leaped, rolled, and slid around.

The dog’s excited panting echoed through the air, intermingling with the whoosh of the flying swords to create a lively symphony.

When Chen Yun saw Bai Jin getting tired, he timely reduced the speed of the flying swords, allowing Bai Jin to occasionally touch one or two of them successfully.

Such small victories made Bai Jin even more thrilled, with its barking growing louder and its tail wagging faster.

The rapport between pet and owner peaked in this moment, sharing in the simple and pure joy together.

Seeing this,

Chen Yun couldn’t help but chuckle, "Such a happy little dog, carefree and joyful."

Indeed,

a dog’s happiness is always simple and irresistibly contagious.

But Chen Yun felt no envy.

He was carefree as well, not needing to worry about any problems at all.

He just needed to earnestly explore his own evolution.

Be it vistas far and wide, he could now visit them all.

Like now,

he could let himself go in the depths of the Qinling, doing as he pleased, something the old him could not do, or even dare to think about.

While Chen Yunlai was reflecting on this,

his Transparent World Perception, now covering a radius of seven hundred meters, detected an intruding animal.

It was a... wild panda!

This was one of the animals Chen Yunlai wished to see after arriving in the deep Qinling.

He didn’t need to search specifically.

Merely spending some time in this bamboo forest, he discovered traces of the panda.

This led Chen Yunlai to entertain a special thought in his mind:

Perhaps...

the attribute of luck, intrinsically present, also evolved with each evolution?