I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 382 – Longevity Disaster Brings Tears, Finally Advance to Golden Core_2

Chapter 216: Longevity Disaster Brings Tears, Finally Advance to Golden Core_2

“…Now I should be close to achieving the Golden Core.”

Han Yi spoke for about ten minutes. In the end, he stopped chewing, frowning, feeling something was off but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“No, not close, I am in the process of forming the core.”

Ilan Yi’seyes lit up.

By his side, his wife, who was a novel writer, commented with a smile. “However, your thinking is not quite right. You’ve reached the Cultivation World, so why have you become so complacent?”

“It should be like swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, pushing through all the way; foundation building in three years, Golden Core in ten years, Nascent Soul in thirty years, Spirit Transformation in fifty years, and then ascending to the Immortal Realm to enjoy eternal life.”

“However, some of the plot elements inside can be referenced.”

At this point, she patted Han Yi on the shoulder.

“Alright, don’t worry about my stuff. My mind is suddenly clear now. I can write 10,000 words tomorrow, no problem. The subsequent plot has also been thought through, and the outline can easily reach three million words.”

Her pat brought Han Yi back from his worried frown.

The thought that had suddenly popped into his head just now disappeared without a trace.

Sometimes people would suddenly feel that they just thought of something very important, but as soon as they tried to remember, they would suddenly forget and couldn’t remember it again.

At this moment, their little son who was eating started making a fuss again.

Han Yi quickly opened his phone, jumped to a short video app, selected a few suitable educational videos for children from his favorites, and showed them to his son to calm him down.

Life went on, with warmth and sweetness in the plain days, as well as conflicts.

But with Han Yi’s character, he always made his family better in small ways.

One day a month later.

The dream Han Yi had a month ago suddenly resurfaced in his mind, and he decided to write it down.

It took him half a year to write 300,000 words.

After all he wasn’t a professional novelist. Although the plot he wrote was full of ups and downs, he was not a literary worker. His writing lacked the parts that made readers excited and resonated with their emotions.

He posted these more than 300,000 words on a novel website, but he couldn’t even get a contract. The few casual readers just mocked and complained. Han Yi didn’t care, but he was also convinced that he really wasn’t suited to writing novels.

So.

He deleted the published novel and stored the 300,000 words in his personal blog.

This blog was a record of his life, experiences, emotions, and everything outside of work. It was a small world he built on his own cloud server.

in addition to this blog, he also set up a work manual to specifically record the progress of his work projects.

The blog and work manual were a complete record of his life.

Three years later.

Han Yi had completely forgotten the absurd dream.

This day, he took an annual leave to attend the funeral of a former leader. This old leader was the first leader in the company he joined after graduation.

He was gentle and helpful to Han Yi. Over the years, even though he had experienced many things in the workplace, he still respected this old leader. He would send gifts and visit during holidays, chatting with him.

The old leader was not very old, only seventy-eight this year. In an era when people generally lived to be over ninety, this age was indeed sorrowful.

After the funeral.

Han Yi’s mood was a bit low. Unconsciously, he walked past a road and stopped, looking at the bus stop sign by the side of the road and the steps behind the sign. He couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.

A familiar scene, as if some forgotten memory had suddenly been turned over.

Very important.

Extremely important.

Something important had been forgotten by him.

Han Yi glanced at the traffic on the road and then at the row of shops by the roadside, feeling a bit unreal.

He walked towards the inside of the road, stepped on the steps, then turned around and sat down.

At this moment.

It seemed as if something forgotten began to tumble in his mind, but it was just a little bit off.

Moreover, this forgotten thing seemed to carry a sense of urgency.

Very urgent.

Extremely urgent.

“Right.”

Han Yi’s mind stirred, and he immediately took out his phone and opened a bookmarked webpage.

This webpage was a handbook interface, recording many projects, including project status, project progress, project issues, and so on.

This was his work manual.

He checked over it and found nothing wrong.

He closed this webpage and opened another one, a blog webpage.

The blog had a timeline.

He followed the timeline, looking back at the past.

Three days ago, his record showed his daughter’s 2nd-grade parent-teacher meeting on Friday, his wife couldn’t make it, so this time he had to attend. Seven days ago, the water dispenser at home expired, and he had to buy a filter to replace it. He had to finish it this month.

Thirteen days ago…

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Han Yi’s finger kept scrolling up, and at this moment.

A group of high school students in uniforms walked by, laughing and shoving each other. One student, whose shoes were on the second step, suddenly leaned towards Han Yi’s direction after being pushed.

His cold drink in hand was poured directly onto Han Yi’s phone screen.

Han Yi suddenly stood up.

Han Yi’s height was only about 1.73 meters, and his figure wasn’t sturdy. The late-night shifts over the years had taken a toll on his figure..