I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

Technically speaking,

Playing house might be a bit of an exaggeration.

It was, after all, martial arts techniques that the two had likely practiced for a long time.

But the essence of the force application posture, which would normally take people a long time to learn, Chen Yun needed only a glance to master it almost completely.

Moreover, he extracted the essence and discarded the dross, assimilating and understanding how to create techniques that better suited his own body structure and behavioral habits.

He roughly went over it in his mind.

And had already copied the only aspects worth learning from these two individuals before him.

This might sound somewhat disrespectful,

But Chen Yun profoundly realized,

What others needed months, years, or even decades to painstakingly hone,

For him, was something he understood in an instant, and learned the following second.

This was a chasm-like gap.

His ultimate perception meant there was nothing he couldn't understand, and his ultimate Coordination Control meant there was nothing he couldn't learn.

And very easily, he could update and iterate on those things he learned at a glance.

But Chen Yun didn't say much.

He remained the same, upholding his integrity!

On this basis, he actively sought to learn and investigate more.

Trying as much as possible not to be affected by this tremendous change.

Even though… he had already subtly started to change.

In silence.

He watched the Juggling Team's final bow in their performance.

Under the night sky that had grown pitch black.

Around him, lights came on, interweaving with the Juggling Team's final fire-breathing act to bid farewell.

He, like the rest of the audience, gave the performance of this troupe of entertainers a warm round of applause.

Only, feeling the slightly noisy cheers around him, Chen Yun's heart was serenely calm in contrast.

As if he had become disconnected from this world.

The outside volume was 100, but inside it was mute.

Both following their own paths.

As if they were two parallel universes that ran side by side but never overlapped.

Coherent, and yet not.

In a daze.

Chen Yun felt as though he had just faintly grasped the meaning of the saying "not joyous over external things, not sorrowed by personal misfortunes".

Increasingly detached.

Allowing him to retain a calm and indifferent mentality at all times as he observed the world.

However, this didn't mean that he had lost the emotions humans should have.

In fact.

Some emotions indeed seemed to have started fading.

Like hunger and lust, which he had started to care less about due to a long period of abstinence.

But others had become further reinforced.

Such as curiosity and playfulness.

A variety of comprehensive changes were slowly affecting the current him.

Contemplating.

Bai Shi's call brought him back to his senses.

"I won't be coming back tonight; you can head back on your own later. I'll hire a few folks to pick up this table and armchair,"

Bai Shi waved his hand,

Signaling that Chen Yun didn't have to wait for him and could go home on his own.

Clearly, he had things to do.

Chen Yun didn't care about that.

Looking at the audience around him dispersing, and the Juggling Team packing up their equipment,

Chen Yun suddenly asked, "How much do you think for their battle drum's bronze hammer?"

Upon hearing this,

Bai Shi was taken aback, gazing at the battle drum's bronze hammer nearby that was the size of a person's chest and fell into thought.

If asked about the price of antique artworks or cultural relics,

As a former… ahem, as a seasoned lawyer and art appraiser, he could speak eloquently.

But this item…

It was beyond his area of expertise.

A modern industrial-product-like hammer…

Perhaps base it on the market price of iron?

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After some negotiation,

Chen Yun successfully stopped a member of the incoming Juggling Team from leaving, and bought the 200-pound battle drum's bronze hammer for 3,000 yuan.

Considering the price of iron at a few yuan per pound, it seemed like an overpayment of around two thousand, but taking into account the craftsmanship's additional value, it was acceptable.

Both parties were satisfied.

The Juggling Team was pleased to make a profit on their charity performance, and they had been planning to get a new prop for breaking stones on their chests anyway.

The 200-pound prop had enough visual impact and gimmick, but every time, it took the strongman in their team a huge effort just to lift it a bit.

And then, when smashing it, they had to ensure that the person lying underneath could get away in an instant as the stone slab shattered.

Even if it's not a direct hit, a gentle fall would still mean massive damage.

Each performance carried great risks.

This time it also helped make up my mind to switch props.

Chen Yun was happy to have successfully purchased the item without much of an overcharge.

And the reason for wanting to buy it

was because Chen Yun suddenly felt a bit curious—what would it feel like to swing this thing around?

If you look it up on Baidu Baike,

the battle drum's bronze hammer, this kind of exaggerated weapon,

isn't very practical due to its excessive weight.

In history and fiction, battle drums' bronze hammers weighed at least three hundred pounds, some could be as heavy as eight or nine hundred.

Such a thing was beyond the capabilities of humans to wield.

Usually, it appears only in storytellers' tales and folklores, and occasionally in novels.

It's almost always the weapon of choice for the strongest of martial heroes.

If someone were to swing this big guy around,

regardless of whether or not you're armored, the impact would be similar upon hitting you.

It's normally during various performances that people might struggle to lift such an item, just to put on a show of force.

Logically speaking,

Chen Yun, who could casually toss around his solid wooden eight-immortals table with one hand, shouldn't have too much trouble wielding the battle drum's bronze hammer.

But theory is, after all, just theory.

He still hadn't gotten his hands on it.

And indeed, he fantasized quite a bit about this huge toy.

Using it to smash the weeds by the roadside,

would surely be more effective than a slender little wooden stick, right?

Thinking this,

the Juggling Team drove one of their vans, bringing a load of items along with Chen Yun himself, and arrived at the bottom of Chen Yun's apartment building.

The Juggling Team members took the well-packed battle drum's bronze hammer out of the van.

As soon as they lifted it off,

you could vaguely see the overloaded van seemed to rise a few inches higher.

Watching two members of the Juggling Team struggling to place the battle drum's bronze hammer on the ground, Chen Yun courteously clasped his hands in thanks to the team leader standing before him.

"Thanks. I won't see you off then."

"I'll be sure to come watch your shows more often."

Chen Yun said to the team members who had thoughtfully delivered him and the hammer right to his building.

"No worries, no worries. Do you want us to help bring it upstairs for you?"

The team leader, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Chen Yun and the hammer on the ground, and kindly offered.

"It's fine; there's an elevator."

Chen Yun smiled faintly, grabbed the handle of the battle drum's bronze hammer from the ground, and lifted it.

His action was effortless.

He didn't appear the least bit strained or out of breath.

He didn't lift or swing it;

just lifting it was something people could actually do.

Even someone like him, casually lifting it with one hand, was just about understandable.

After all, Olympic champions can hold up things weighing four or five hundred pounds for a moment.

But to swing it around

would be quite an exaggeration.

So, he simply stood there, holding it quietly.

"Damn, young man, you're strong!"

The startled team leader in the passenger seat widened his eyes in disbelief, unable to fathom how someone with seemingly little muscle like Chen Yun could be so formidable.

But then again,

having performed all over the place for years, he understood that the world was full of capable and extraordinary individuals.

He'd seen plenty of people as strong as oxen,

lifting two hundred pounds without making it seem like a big deal,

so he didn't give it much thought.

Of course, while he understood, he was still quite amazed.

Even ordinary people would get exhausted just lifting a few dozen pounds.

The stout man driving the van even gave Chen Yun a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "Brother, that's fierce!"

As a famously strong man known for miles around,

it took him using both hands, veins bulging, to barely lift the hammer for a short while.

Chen Yun simply smiled.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they parted ways.

Chen Yun, carrying the battle drum's bronze hammer, stepped on the elevator.

He was just glad there was nobody else in the elevator; otherwise, it would definitely have exceeded the weight limit.

Upon returning home,

when there was no one around, Chen Yun started to vigorously swing the battle drum's bronze hammer, creating a whistling sound that would chill anyone standing nearby.

But for Chen Yun,

he couldn't help but frown a bit.

If he were to complain using Sun Monkey's words,

it would probably be...

Too light! Too light! Doesn't feel right at all!