I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 84 - 79: Genius is Just My Threshold for an Audience

Chapter 84: Chapter 79: Genius is Just My Threshold for an Audience

Chen Yun smiled at Jiang Anping, who seemed bewildered yet maintained a calm expression.

First this way, then that.

It was just a joke.

Chen Yun wasn’t the Nine-Headed Beast, he didn’t insist on making Benbo’erba eliminate Master Tang Seng and his disciples. He had a clear understanding of the difficulty of what he was doing.

Since Jiang Anping was the best friend of Chen Yun’s brother’s woman, Chen Yun wouldn’t be too impolite to her.

Furthermore, if he really wanted to teach hidden weapon techniques, he certainly could share some insights.

It wasn’t like he was throwing based solely on instinct.

As more people became aware of the Transparent World Perception and made use of Ultimate Coordination Control, he had developed a unique view of the most rational postures and angles for exerting force.

Looking at the silent Jiang Anping.

Chen Yun smiled, picked up a dart and pinched it, then moved closer to show Jiang Anping the grip he was using at that moment.

Jiang Anping’s gaze immediately became focused and resolute, like bright stars gazing into the ocean of knowledge; no detail escaped her careful observation.

Chen Yun then broke down his coherent throwing posture step by step, explaining the force, timing, and angle of each move.

This set of techniques resembled what professional dart players used, yet there were many subtle but significant differences.

For Chen Yun, these were just casually concluded tricks.

But for someone who could look down from a great height with the aid of Transparent World and Ultimate Coordination Control, the effects of these little tricks were far from ordinary.

Hearing this, Jiang Anping’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, forming a small "川" character, a unique imprint of her intense concentration.

Her puffed cheeks from thinking created a stark contrast to her previously calm complexion.

Before long.

Jiang Anping tried grabbing a dart and threw it at a distant target.

She didn’t stand at the regulation 2.44 meters throwing line, but instead stepped back to the same five-meter distance as Chen Yun.

From this distance, she had previously struggled to hit the target.

But now, she threw and scored around the eight-ring. When she reverted to the standard distance and tried a few more times, she nearly hit the bullseye scoring area every time.

This brought a shallow smile to her calm face, as if she were somewhat pleased with her own progress, but it soon vanished, and her expression returned to calmness.

Turning to face Chen Yun, Jiang Anping earnestly said,

"Thank you!"

The words flowed slowly from her mouth, seemingly flat without any inflection, her complexion remaining calm, but Chen Yun’s Emotion Perception detected her sincerity.

Seeing this, Chen Yun casually waved his hand and modestly said, "No problem, we’re friends."

That’s what he said out loud.

Inside, however, Chen Yun couldn’t help feeling more and more the difference between ordinary people and himself.

Jiang Anping in front of him had managed to throw the dart quite well after just one lesson, which definitely made her a genius among ordinary people.

Even one could say, a very impressive genius.

But honestly, even so, in his eyes, it still felt full of mistakes and imperfections.

His mind and cells were more active, and his muscle control was stronger.

The result was that in most things, he got the hang of it in one glance, mastered it in two, and by the third, he reached a realm of unrivaled expertise.

One could imagine.

In the future, he’d excel in singing, sculpting, card games, cooking, fighting and other skills; his talent tree would easily grow to heights unfathomable to ordinary people.

And those experts who had pondered these fields for a lifetime could only watch bewildered and despairingly as they were instantly overtaken, not even catching a glimpse of his taillights.

And that’s a privilege received only by those one-in-a-million geniuses, to feel that despair.

Genius was just seeing the threshold to his domain.

The vast majority of people didn’t even have the privilege to sense the despair of being surpassed; they could only be mediocre in their respective fields.

Unaware that someone had instantly crushed all the efforts in their domain.

After pondering for a long time.

Looking at the focused Jiang Anping who began to throw darts again, Chen Yun was about to point out a few subtle incorrect aspects of her posture.

But then the Transparent World suddenly noticed the approaching Bai Shi and Sun Huwen, talking and laughing.

"Sheng Jiang~ you are so amazing."

Sun Huwen giggled as she moved away from Bai Shi and hugged Jiang Anping from behind.

Chen Yun could feel that the moment the bouncy hug hit Jiang Anping’s back, it visibly made Jiang Anping’s dart-throwing hand twitch involuntarily.

"I’m not amazing; Chen Yun is."

"He, he never misses."

Jiang Anping glanced at her best friend behind her, then pointed at Chen Yun seriously and succinctly.

Her tone was very flat, but it gave off an air of certainty, clearly, Jiang Anping was speaking her sincere truth.

Upon hearing this.

Sun Huwen looked at Chen Yun in surprise, "Mr. Gambling God! You couldn’t have developed this from practicing card-throwing, could you?"

Her tone sounded as if she had stumbled upon some grand secret.

"Just because someone’s called the Gambling God doesn’t mean they have to know how to throw cards. Besides, I am no Gambling God."

Chen Yun shook his head helplessly.

Not a Gambling God, per se, but just happened to have some little special abilities like "perspective" and "Emotion Perception"—maybe more like a Gambling Saint?

Hearing this, the group laughed and chatted for a while longer.

Then Sun Huwen dragged Jiang Anping to the second floor, where there were beauty and health care services.

While Bai Shi hooked his arm over Chen Yun’s shoulder and said, "Come on, there’s an art exhibition upstairs, want to check it out with me?"

As he spoke, his expression was a bit excited.

Clearly, his agreement to the second-generation rich kid’s invitation was more about checking out the art than any dart performance or dance hall show.

"Do you really want to see the exhibition? Or are you getting the itch to steal again?"

Chen Yun gave Bai Shi a sidelong glance, now quite aware of this kid’s background.

"No, no, I’ve washed my hands of that life."

Bai Shi shook his head, then nudged Chen Yun toward the third floor.

Soon, with the ding of an indoor elevator.

The two arrived on the third floor.

Before them was a spacious hall.

It was filled with various glass cabinets containing some art and relics collected by the rich kid.

Across the great hall was a small opera house.

But Bai Shi, upon entering, looked like he was back at home.

Eagerly peering here and there.

He leaned over a glass cabinet, scrutinizing its sides and bottom in detail.

Then he said excitedly, "It looks like I haven’t fallen behind in the few years I’ve been retired."

Chen Yun raised an eyebrow and asked, "How so?"

"High-tensile composite material glass, biometric locks recognizing both veins and iris, vibration sensors, laser beam detectors, RFID tags, secured smart access controls..."

"Though it looks like it has gone through several generations of upgrades, if you look closely, they’re all still theft-prevention technologies I’m familiar with."

Bai Shi reeled off the list as if it was second nature to him.

As an internationally wanted top-tier art thief and forger, he wasn’t impressed with the security here. Given he was prepared, he could clean out the place.

"Getting the itch? Feel like going back to your old ways?"

Chen Yun looked at Bai Shi skeptically.

He didn’t really care for the relics and art pieces, so he wasn’t as excited as Bai Shi.

"Not really, I’m quite content with my life now."

"It’s just that, whenever I come to a place like this, I can’t help but think about how to carry out a theft and get away with it."

"Call it an occupational hazard, I guess."

Bai Shi scratched the back of his head with a sense of resignation.

He once thought that being free meant pursuing his hobbies, not worrying about the nine-to-five grind or paying taxes on time.

He believed that living by the book would strip away all the good things in life. As long as he wasn’t someone who had to live off others’ favors, he was free to do whatever he wanted.

But now.

Perhaps it’s because he’s been retired and laid-back for too long, with no longer much of a drive; he found having a girlfriend to keep him in line quite nice.

Of course, he also understood that such a life was possible because of the financial freedom his past efforts had afforded him.

Anyway, no matter what.

He truly wanted to retire.

He enjoyed the feeling of hanging out with a few close friends and a girlfriend, just getting by day by day.

The wildness of his youth was enough to reminisce about occasionally.