I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 38 Acquaintance
After discovering that Li Yan had read her random replies, the receptionist decided to mute herself for her own heart safety.

The frosted glass door of the recording studio slid open automatically, and the cool air, carrying the distinctive spongy smell of the soundproofing cotton, rushed in.

As soon as Li Yan sat down at the mixing console, his assistant, wearing a skull earring, handed him a price list. After asking Li Yan a few questions, the assistant said:

"By the way, young man, we have a few aftercare packages available. Would you like to take a look?"

"A million-dollar sound engineer?"

"Haha, that's a fair way to put it, but it's not that expensive."

"No need," Li Yan said without even glancing at it.

The man didn't try to dissuade them. Many artsy young people who come here to record songs, hoping to become famous overnight, end up coming back to him for post-production work after listening to the original recording once.

Recording began quickly, and the production teacher sat there casually.

Another ordeal!

When he first started this job, he could still find amusement in the wailing and howling, but after doing it for a while, he could no longer feel any joy in it.

As Li Yan spoke, listening to the voice in his earphones, his previously loose sitting posture gradually straightened up.

His initially nonchalant expression grew increasingly serious.

Gradually, a look of horror appeared, which then turned into ecstasy!

"Could this be a top student from that music academy? No, even those teachers don't have this kind of skill. How could there be no flaws at all!"

He murmured to himself, especially to the pure singing voice in his headphones, which always had a captivating magic.

He didn't know how to describe this magic, and could only attribute it to his personal timbre.

Li Yan finished recording and came out quickly.

"How about it?"

As soon as the question was asked, the salesperson in the later stages of the sales pitch looked over, somewhat expectant.

The production teacher shook his head, his face full of admiration.

"Excuse me, do you have a music professor in your family?"

"No, I taught myself."

"Amazing!" The production teacher paused for a moment and only uttered two words.

"The recording is perfect, and the song will be finished soon."

Soon after, someone sent over the audio file.

The copyright had already been registered, so Li Yan simply uploaded it to the platform.

Just as the three were about to leave, the production teacher suddenly called him back.

"Mr. Li, have you ever thought about becoming a singer? With your qualifications, it would be a real shame if you didn't. I can introduce you to some opportunities."

Li Yan was taken aback, then shook his head. He had so many treasures in his mind; all he needed to do was dig them out. Why did he have to do the processing and selling as well?

Even though they're cultivating immortality, can't they be a little more carefree?

As for earning more that way
Li Yan had no ambition to become extremely wealthy or to be listed on the Forbes list.

A modest life is enough.

He feels it's okay to sing occasionally, to show off, to satisfy himself and others at the same time.

But if you treat this as a job, then forget it.

He's still young.

Moreover, Li Yan felt that as long as he studied cultivation and magic more, he could achieve great things.

There's absolutely no need to put in any effort.

Singing or writing are both hobbies, just like fishing.

"No, I'm just playing around."

The production teacher opened his mouth, feeling an indescribable strangeness.

But given his limited education, he couldn't express himself clearly, so he sighed.

"Pity."

After Li Yan and his two companions left, the two women began searching online.

I also found several versions of the video of him singing last night.

"Someone in our class group tagged you, why aren't you replying?"

"I'm too lazy. Those mortals aren't worth lifting a finger for me."

"Li Yan, do you think you'll become an internet celebrity?!" Mei Mengqian asked.

"So what? I'm handsome after all."

The two women exchanged a glance and both agreed that the man was having an episode, so they decided to leave him alone for the time being.

In fact, Li Yan wasn't worried at all. In previous graduation seasons, the number of views for campus singing gods far exceeded his.

But after a while, it all disappeared without a trace; at least he himself couldn't remember it.

His song, while original, isn't exactly a mess, but it's not exactly a masterpiece either.

It is also not suitable for short videos.

The excitement is just a passing fad; it'll be gone in a little while.

However, I could take this opportunity to post a cover video on Pixiv.

That night, after finishing his cultivation and typing, Li Yan used the simple microphone and guitar he had just bought to record a song called "A Song Not Written for Anyone." Since he wasn't ugly, he just showed his face.

I did a quick edit and logged into my Pixiv account, which is named 'Eat Up a Chinese Music Scene'.

The uploaded video will be titled "The Sound You Get When You Eat a CDJJ Every Day, 100% Original."

At this point, there was no CD root, but that didn't matter. The advantage of Chinese is that even if the language is strange, you can still roughly understand the meaning.

Li Yan doesn't have a versatile voice, but that's okay. He can use his spiritual power to help him achieve a super similar voice.

After uploading the video, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.

With a sweep of divine sense, Jiang Yingzhu strode in with her long, fair legs and took the underwear hanging on the balcony of another bedroom.

Li Yan: ?
When did they become so arrogant?

The next day, Li Yan logged onto Pixiv and felt a bit numb; the netizens were still more arrogant.

There wasn't a single part of their body that they didn't want.

Of course, there are also many comments on singing skills.

'Isn't this a song written just for myself? How can I even sing it?'

'I'm afraid it's more than a dozen penises in one meal.'

Sisters, let's enjoy some art again!

Li Yan changed the message settings, closed the background, and heard the sound coming from the window next door.

"Li Yan, would you like some bread?"

"This isn't a good idea, so early in the morning."

"Climb! Real bread."

"It fell to the ground, didn't it?"

There was no sound from the other end, and Li Yan pursed his lips.

He got up and practiced boxing for half an hour, and then practiced his spiritual awareness for a while.

I took out some traditional Chinese medicine books to look at and then put them into practice.

A simple yet fulfilling life has passed in the blink of an eye, and half a month has gone by.

After spending half a month with Mei Mengqian, Jiang Yingzhu, whether due to some kind of shock or finally remembering the agreement made half a month ago, was left wondering.

"A bridging course? If you have money to burn, why don't you give it to me and I'll tutor you?"

Li Yan glanced at the flyer in his hand; it smelled familiar.

"Oh, you're studying behind my back!" Jiang Yingzhu's eyes widened.

"Who said I studied it? I don't even have the textbook."

"You haven't learned anything, so what are you talking about?" Jiang Yingzhu immediately relaxed.

It's hard to accept one's own downfall, but the efforts of one's childhood friend are even more heartbreaking.

"It's so simple, I can learn it easily with just a little practice."

Jiang Yingzhu fell silent, unable to find a point to refute, and glanced at her best friend Mei Mengqian beside her.

Mei Mengqian didn't know what to say, "How about..."

She had barely opened her mouth when Jiang Yingzhu blocked her way, making Li Yan tutor her. She felt strange.

However, she also felt that this bridging course was a bit expensive.

The description above is misleading, making it seem like getting into Peking University guarantees a place in the university and guarantees a worry-free three-year academic year.

Li Yan saw through her thoughts and didn't force her, but of course he supported his little darling's desire to study.

In his previous life, he only knew how to play during summer vacation and probably didn't notice whether Jiang Yingzhu had enrolled in a bridging class or found a teacher for tutoring.

"Actually, you can just buy a set of second-hand textbooks and then find a college student tutor in the square."

After a pause, Li Yan said, "They're cheap and attentive, and most importantly, one-on-one is more suitable for you. If it doesn't work out, you can switch."

When it came to the latter, he hesitated a bit, because he thought about his summer job during college and realized that he hadn't really put his heart into it.

The two were interested; their situations were similar—both lacked a solid foundation in basic knowledge.
However, Jiang Yingzhu was even worse off. Li Yan had already looked into it; Mei Mengqian hadn't taken the Chinese exam but still made it into the regular high school cutoff score.

I got full marks in the humanities and English sections.
She's just a little weak in math; her grades aren't as bad as she claims.

So the three of them went to the square to find a tutor.

Nearby, in the square of the Cultural Palace, every year during the holidays, some college students stand with signs that say "Home Tutoring".

However, Li Yan remembered that after this year, there were very few.

After all, the internet has developed, and most things can be solved online.

They walked one kilometer to the square. There weren't many people there. The three of them looked around and found three or five people holding signs.

Suddenly, Li Yan's gaze fixed on a certain spot. Jiang Yingzhu noticed the unusual expression and looked over, letting out a soft exclamation.
"Hey, isn't that my senior?"

"Senior?" Li Yan turned his head in confusion. "What senior?"

"Do you remember the legend from our school last year? Wang Fugui bullied someone and was almost stabbed by a student with a knife."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan was astonished, "Her?"

"That's right, it's her. Let's go, let's go over there. I remember she was a good student, I didn't expect her to be a tutor."

(End of this chapter)