I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

He closed the door to his rented apartment firmly.

Chen Yun leaned against the door, his expression unusually solemn.

Feeling the well-defined, yet not exaggerated, abs on his belly, Chen Yun understood that he had likely encountered something very unusual.

After a moment of silence,

Chen Yun immediately headed straight to the bathroom mirror.

Careful observation through the mirror revealed that

he had changed too much.

The nails on his hands and feet had all been replaced with smooth new nails.

The decayed teeth in his mouth had been swapped for perfect healthy ones.

The spots that had been on his face were now all gone.

It was as if he had a new layer of skin; Chen Yun seemed much more refined.