I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 439 - 282: Fear of Insufficient Firepower?

Chapter 439: Chapter 282: Fear of Insufficient Firepower?

When the endless lightning had ceased,

the dark clouds that had enveloped Xi’an for two days finally began to dissipate quickly.

The entire city started to rejuvenate once more.

However, the distressed Qing Yuan did not return to the dormitory; after asking for leave from school, he directly took a car to his family’s Daoist temple outside the city.

Walking on the somewhat wet mountain path, Qing Yuan returned to the temple without uttering a word.

His master did not inquire about the reason for his leave but simply let him have some quiet time in his room.

During the evening class, Qing Yuan’s mind was inevitably restless.

And he couldn’t see the teacher who appeared every evening at the thatched cottage reciting scriptures.

Immediately, he felt a bit worried, mixed with the complex emotions from the extraordinary incident earlier.

For over a decade,

the master had never missed an evening class.

Qing Yuan then went to his master’s residence.

He knocked on the door, but no sound came from inside.

Worried, he pushed open the door, "Master, I’m coming in."

Upon opening the door,

he saw the Daoist priest sitting cross-legged on the bed.

His eyes seemingly half-opened as if he was immersed in "Divine Travel."

It was only when Qing Yuan approached him

that he seemed to suddenly wake from the void: "Oh, it’s Qing Yuan."

"What brings you here? Are you here to tell me about your troubled spirit during tonight’s scripture recitation and practice?"

He looked at Qing Yuan,

his eyes faintly filled with concern.

"Ah? Master, how did you know?"

Qing Yuan was somewhat bewildered.

The master hadn’t gone to the thatched cottage to recite scriptures, had he?

"Did you forget the surveillance installed by the government years ago?"

The old Daoist rolled his eyes as he complained.

Though he wasn’t present, it didn’t mean he was unaware of what happened in the thatched cottage.

Ordinarily, Qing Yuan wouldn’t ask such a foolish question.

But now it seemed,

this child must have encountered something that greatly troubled his mind,

causing him to be somewhat confused.

Thinking this,

the old Daoist’s expression also became somewhat solemn.

Perhaps...

should he find him a doctor?

Thinking this, the old Daoist asked, "Tell me, what have you encountered?"

His tone carried a bit of confidence.

As an old Daoist who had cultivated his character for many years,

he believed he had seen more of the world than Qing Yuan had eaten meals.

For certain matters, he should still try to offer advice.

This clearly made Qing Yuan hesitate.

Qing Yuan stood in the center of the master’s room, surrounded by a faint scent of sandalwood, a smell he was familiar with from years of following his master in practice.

Everything in the room seemed so familiar, yet suddenly, it all felt strange.

The candlelight was dim, casting flickering shadows on the walls, as if reflecting the turmoil in his heart.

Qing Yuan recalled that lightning and the extraordinary being, which had left him both amazed and terrified.

The master’s question was like a heavy hammer striking his heart.

Qing Yuan looked up at his master, only to find a look of deep understanding and silent support in the other’s eyes.

This feeling made him even more conflicted; on one hand, he wanted to confide, and on the other, he feared the terrifying effects the extraordinary being might bring.

The room’s quietness allowed the sound of their heartbeats to be almost audible.

Qing Yuan hesitated, each breath seeming to weigh the consequences of his next words.

Finally, he decided to tell his master everything.

Because this was his only refuge, his master was the person he trusted most.

However, just as he was about to speak,

Qing Yuan found his throat choked up, and the words stuck there.

It wasn’t because someone controlled him.

But the apocalyptic scene was still vivid in his mind,

forcing him to consider the consequences of recklessly revealing such matters.

He closed his eyes, trying to sort out the cluttered thoughts.

Time seemed to stand still; the air was filled with anticipation and tension, with every second of silence magnifying the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

After a long time,

Qing Yuan slowly began to speak,

"There hasn’t been any matter, I was just worried when I didn’t see you at tonight’s evening class."

"You’re unharmed, which is good. I will take my leave now."

Qing Yuan bowed, then lowered his head and backed away.

After making his decision,

his movements were swift and decisive.

Looking into his master’s concerned eyes,

Qing Yuan wanted to reveal the outrageous circumstances he had encountered.

But in the end, he refrained.

Some things are truly better left unsaid.

The Thunder, capable of ending the world, left his mind exceptionally clear at that moment.

And the old Daoist, watching Qing Yuan’s retreating figure,

contemplated for a long time.

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Flowers bloom on each branch.

When Qing Yuan was distressed and hurried back to the temple,

Chen Yun had continued his Xi’an journey on the afternoon of May 10th.

Now that the sky had cleared,

Chen Yun, after having snake meat with pita bread and showing off a bit in front of others, headed straight to Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum at the northern foot of Lishan in the afternoon.

That area is located in Lintong District, Xi’an City.

The Terracotta Army is situated a bit more than one kilometer east of Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum.

That day, while he planned to visit the Terracotta Army, he could have taken the opportunity to see Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum as well.

However, the sudden Thunder and the sensed ability to control it led Chen Yun to decide to go home first.

Now that he understood his ability and the sky had cleared,

nothing could stop him from continuing to see Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum.

Since the main tomb of the mausoleum has not been formally excavated, most tourists cannot truly visit it; they can only stroll in the park built above it.