I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 425 - 276: Where Is The Law? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 425: Chapter 276: Where Is The Law? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

The combat skills that he knew were already impressive enough to stealthily kill two Japanese sentries.

In fact,

these combat skills were simply about having some ingenious insights into the movements and angles of strikes during combat, combined with a set of breathing techniques similar to the Five Animals Qigong.

Being able to take on five opponents was not the beginning of these martial arts skills.

It was actually the endpoint of peak perfection.

Anything more powerful than that would simply not belong to reality.

"Then what happened?"

"You attacked their small base, and afterward? Did you exhibit your might and earn numerous victories?"

The young man couldn’t wait to ask what happened next.

Use a gun if you have to.

As a young person influenced by new-era thinking, he had heard of this sort of American-style iaijutsu and was not averse to it.

He was more curious about his master’s next moves.

"No, then I was put on the wanted list, hunted for a long time, and could only hide in the mountains until liberation came..."

The old Daoist saw his apprentice Qing Yuan’s curious face

and spread his hands in resignation.

What else could he do?

Successfully taking out a squad of Japanese troops stationed in the village was already quite a feat.

So, coming to an abrupt end, that was the most normal course for this story.

"Ah? That’s it?"

Qing Yuan pouted.

He felt like the veil of awe he had for his master had been lifted.

"What else? Did you think I was a demi immortal or that I could summon gods? If I knew that kind of stuff, I’d have made sure those Japanese never returned, but sadly I’m just flesh and blood, and a few bullets would’ve been the end of me..."

"The story is over, Qing Yuan. Finish your breakfast and go find something to do!"

The old Daoist waved off.

Then he turned and left the place.

Leaving Qing Yuan alone, standing there and contemplating the Three Pure Ones statues inside the nearby hall.

This world...

Does it really not have any supernatural elements?

Where is the Dao?

Pondering,

Qing Yuan shook his head, feeling his thoughts were a bit fanciful, then left Qingfeng Temple with a sense of relief.

Compared to all these bizarre thoughts,

Qing Yuan decided to head down the mountain first to tackle the issue of work-study.

That was the task his master had given him.

Not to make him self-sufficient, but to let him experience as much of normal modern life as possible, instead of becoming a forever Daoist.

Qing Yuan could feel his master’s intentions.

Although he didn’t see any issues with being a Daoist, he was always obedient.

The path down the mountain was not difficult.

At least in recent years, it had become a comfortable route integrated into the villagers’ daily lives.

The path, once bumpy and twisting, a challenging natural trail testing the stamina and determination of passersby,

had changed over time.

About five years ago,

the nearby county government recognized the transportation difficulties faced by the mountain residents and decided to fund improvements to this situation.

Construction crews moved in and began a major road-building project.

They worked tirelessly, night and day, and finally carved out a new road through these woods.

This new road not only widened the original path but was also laid with sturdy stone slabs and concrete, ensuring that even during the rainy season, the road surface would not turn into a muddy mess.

Walking down the nicely renovated mountain road, Qing Yuan felt an unprecedented ease and freedom.

After taking a bus directly to Xi’an City at the foot of the mountain,

he fell into a deep sleep on the ride.

...

When he awoke,

the bus had already arrived within Xi’an’s city limits.

After getting off at his destination near the university town, Qing Yuan returned to his dormitory to tidy up some things he had brought from the temple.

At this time, there was no one else in the dormitory; his roommates were hardly ever there anymore.

So he didn’t need to greet anyone, and after quickly sorting his things, he hurried out.

He had contacted some work-study places before and looked for part-time jobs through various apps.

After negotiating with the owner of a food street, he decided to have a simple interview that afternoon.

So,

he now had a clear goal and headed straight for that longstanding food street.

Upon arrival by bus,

one could find that compared to the mountain’s quietness, this place was truly different.

Both sides of the street were lined with all kinds of stalls, bustling with noise and excitement.

The aroma of grilled skewers, the sour and spicy taste of cold noodles, the richness of the mutton soup with bread... these scents intertwined to form a vivid culinary canvas.

Not only that, but there were also handcrafted artefacts, ethnic clothing, and various antiques, attracting both tourists and locals.

Qing Yuan wove through the crowd,

proceeding along a somewhat familiar route.

The summer sun filtered through the tree shade, casting a mottled play of light, with occasional breezes bringing a touch of coolness.

He noticed that apart from the food vendors, there were artists painting on the spot, and street performers showcasing acrobatics, adding a touch of artistry to the bustling scene.

Before reaching the shop for his interview,

he suddenly noticed a crowd gathered in a corner of the street.

Curiously, he moved closer for a look.

He saw a delicate-looking young man sitting on a bench with a stack of A4 papers on the table in front of him, as well as a few bamboo flying swords carved with intricate designs.

Behind him hung a banner reading "Chen Banxian."

It appeared to be a fortune-teller’s booth.

He was not dressed like a Daoist, wearing casual everyday clothes instead.

But as is well known,

Daoists, more or less, all practice a hand at so-called fortune-telling.

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