I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 78 - 74: Punching the Kindergarten, Kicking the Nursing Home

Chapter 78: Chapter 74: Punching the Kindergarten, Kicking the Nursing Home

If someone were to ask,

what it felt like to go to the cemetery in the dead of night, Chen Yun would only want to tell them that it felt like nothing.

People who fear going to cemeteries late at night are either afraid of the dark or, to put it another way, afraid of ghosts.

But as far as Chen Yun was concerned,

with his Transparent World 3.0, he was completely unaffected by the helplessness and confusion brought about by darkness.

Not to mention his night vision capabilities, even if his vision were completely blocked,

as long as he had his remaining Perception Ability, it would be the same without sight.

Darkness did not obscure his vision, and the night kept no secrets from him, so he was not afraid of the dark.

As for being afraid of ghosts,

Chen Yun was actually there hoping to encounter one.

If a ghost did appear, he believed that with his robust physique, Killing Intent, and spiritual power, handling a few lost souls should not be a problem.

So, with his powerful strength to support him, he was not afraid of ghosts either.

Thus, wandering through this cemetery, Chen Yun felt no fluctuation in his emotions.

Moonlight and starlight filtered through the sparse treetops and scattered across the tombstones, creating a patchwork of light and shadows.

Some tombstones bore inscriptions that flickered in and out of visibility in the dim light, as if quietly whispering the stories of the deceased. Those tombstones worn by time revealed traces of the years under the cover of night.

Chen Yun walked incessantly, his spiritual power sweeping across every tombstone and each box beneath.

Even now, at two in the morning on March 21, no ghost had dared to confront him over his disrespectful actions.

It seems the esteemed "immortals"... weren’t home?

Chen Yun chuckled to himself and shook his head.

With that,

his plan to explore the soul could be put aside for a while.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, opening the volume in his Memory Palace that recorded his own data.

"The twenty-second record: 2024.3.20 (Lunar February 11)"

"1. Change to a new training routine, causing high-frequency, involuntary tremors across all muscles, training both mind and body. Current duration: 15.2 seconds."

"2. Remain absolutely calm when emotional fluctuations occur, suppress emotions that may interfere with objective judgment."

"3. Unable to observe the existence of the soul, but cannot confirm the non-existence of the soul. Consider further attempts after another upgrade in spiritual power."

After recording such notes as a conclusion to yesterday, Chen Yun avoided the attention of the cemetery duty personnel and quietly left, unknown to anyone that he had come to explore souls.

Walking on a slightly remote road near the cemetery,

Chen Yun didn’t opt for a taxi.

Though he could probably have hailed one at this hour, having just experienced the night-time city, he decided to continue to stroll under the cover of night.

When there’s no need to sleep at night,

most people would think of wandering through the entire city.

Nighttime streets are different.

They lack the daytime bustle and liveliness, conveying a somewhat ethereal stillness instead.

The road, deeply dyed by the night, spread beneath his feet like a massive slab of obsidian.

The dim street lamps cast gentle, mottled patterns of light, like spotlights on a stage outlining the contours of the streets in both clear and hazy detail.

Stray cats and dogs scavenged near trash cans, their eyes alert and sharp; the occasional passing car, its lights piercing through the darkness, ripped through the night’s black veil.

Such were the streets at night, whispering another facet of life in a profound and restrained manner.

They are the other face of the city, silently bearing the thoughts and stories of every sleepless soul.

...

After a long while,

at five-thirty in the morning, Chen Yun walked unhurriedly near Mingwang New Village.

By this time, many elderly residents had already risen with the faint light of dawn.

The breakfast shop at the entrance of the community had long opened, with steaming baskets ready and steaming for quite some time.

A little girl in a school uniform, yawning, stood in line at the door of the shop, waiting for the buns to be ready.

She wore round, large glasses and stood timidly, her eyes rimmed with heavy dark circles, clearly sleep-deprived due to her studies.

Chen Yun recognized the uniform as from a nearby junior high. Seeing her up so early, she must be a ninth grader, under tremendous academic pressure.

Reflecting on the hardworking student, Chen Yun shuddered.

However, realizing he had graduated many years ago and was an adult with no need to study language, math, or foreign subjects, he shrugged off his discomfort and even allowed himself a small chuckle before planning to continue towards his home.

But his sharp Transparent World 3.0 detected a familiar voice.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I want this one!"

Chen Yun looked in the direction of the voice.

A familiar child was pulling an elderly man with white hair towards the breakfast shop.

This child was the same one who had caused trouble for Chen Yun and Bai Shi during their ping pong game in the garden.

The grudge-holding Chen Yun was sure he hadn’t mistaken the child.

Since he hadn’t seen this troublemaker for many days due to the educational materials he had provided, he hadn’t expected to see him so early in the morning.

It seems the educational materials weren’t enough!

With this thought flashing through his mind, Chen Yun smiled and prepared to leave.

However, the instinctive actions of the elderly and the young stopped him in his tracks.

He saw the child point at the steaming baskets in the breakfast shop and express his desire to eat, and the elderly man almost immediately stepped in front of the junior high school girl.

Then he loudly stated his purchasing requirements to the storeowner.

Without hesitation, he forcefully squeezed by, causing the bespectacled middle school girl to step back two paces, her timid face daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

And the old man didn’t care at all about what he had done, not even offering an apology or a word of plea to the girl.

Obviously.

He was used to acting arrogantly because of his old age. He knew very well that no one would lay a hand on him, his age was his license to do as he pleased.

His grandson, clearly, had also been taught to act arrogantly by him.

Seeing this, the store owner, facing the arrogance of the old and young duo, didn’t know what to say, and with a frown, gave them three buns.

Just to avoid this old fellow making a scene.

After they left, the owner offered a cup of soy milk to the middle school girl with an apologetic face, "Everyone around here knows that the old man is used to being arrogant. That kid is also quite unbearable, having been influenced by him. Getting angry with them is pointless. Don’t take it to heart, finish your breakfast and head to school with ease."

Upon hearing this.

The middle school girl sincerely thanked the owner, then pouted and walked toward the school.

Chen Yun, who had watched the whole scene, raised an eyebrow.

Indeed, behind every bratty kid is a tyrannical parent, and that old man is certainly notoriously bad.

Chen Yun understood.

It wasn’t that the old man had turned bad, it was simply a bad person getting old.

After the old man and child had walked away, making sure that nothing would be blamed on the breakfast store or the middle school girl, Chen Yun immediately followed the departing duo.

Keeping a distance of several dozen meters, he observed the two eating the buns, his eyes narrowing.

Punching kindergartners, kicking at hospice centers — these were things he was good at.

Chen Yun’s life motto was: Pick on the soft persimmons; I don’t squeeze the hard ones.

Facing this situation, a wave of justice was definitely called for. Although these two were bad, they surely didn’t deserve death.

Watching them happily eating the buns.

Chen Yun contemplated for a moment.

That invisible force of 10-newton telekinesis stretched toward the two like an unseen giant hand.

The next moment.

By the trash can that the old man and child were passing by.

A blob of unknown viscous liquid, as if blown by the wind, landed on their faces, hands, and buns.

That disgusting, pungent smell immediately permeated the air.

It included ammonia from the decomposition of nitrogen-containing organic compounds, hydrogen sulfide similar to rotten eggs from the degradation of sulfur-containing organic compounds, and various other compounds such as volatile fatty acids, indole, and skatole which together formed a complex repulsive odor.

Although not very harmful, it was extremely humiliating.

This made both the old man and the child’s actions stop immediately, their expressions twisting in extreme disgust as they uncontrollably threw the buns on the ground.

The bratty kid started crying out loud, simultaneously feeling nauseous and trying to vomit; it looked like he might even vomit out last night’s dinner.

Crying and vomiting intermittently in rhythm.

The old man didn’t cry or vomit, but thinking about this disgusting encounter, he became furiously incensed and gave a nearby trash can a kick.

Causing the trash can to lean perilously as if about to fall down.

Originally planning to go home, Chen Yun saw this.

And casually used his telekinesis to slightly adjust the direction of the falling trash can and the splash angle of some of the disgusting trash inside.

The next moment.

What had initially only been on their faces and hands scattered from the fallen trash can and covered their entire bodies.

This comical scene made the nearby pedestrians walking by unable to restrain their laughter and stop to watch.

The old man’s action of overturning the trash bin also grabbed the attention of a nearby community sanitary worker.

She was waiting early in the morning for the garbage trucks to come and pick up the last bit of trash so she could call it a day, and she could not help but curse vocally while running toward the old man and child.

"You two! Have you no civic sense?!"

"Stay and sweep this up! Otherwise, it will be community-wide condemnation!!!"

The sharp voice of the janitorial aunt scared the old man and child into shrinking their necks, not daring to say much.

The bewildered and comical expressions of the old man and child.

It made Chen Yun unable to hold back a smile.

Hmm~ satisfying!

They had monopolized his joy for the entire day, making him feel even more refreshed than if he had used essential oils.

Thinking this, Chen Yun sneakily took out his phone and captured a few photos of the old man and child covered in stains, yet still needing to clean up the trash can.

He then slowly made his way toward his own apartment building.

If that bratty kid and old man were to act arrogantly again, he would definitely enlist Bai Shi to print those photos and plaster them all over the community.

By the time that happens, it would truly be social death.

You see, Mingwang New Village is a senior community; in the evenings, clusters of elderly people gather in various corners of the community to chat and play chess.

If the photos are posted everywhere, the bratty kid and the old man will never be able to hold their heads up in this community again.

By then, that old man and child likely wouldn’t have the chance to act tyrannically outside again.

He believed that Bai Shi, filled with malice and pettiness, would be interested.

And he himself also had the time and energy.

It takes a villain to tame another.

Without exaggeration.

He and Bai Shi were two top-tier instigators.