Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 32: A Cheat Skill?

As he stepped inside—no, as his soul form drifted in—Lin Yu felt like he had fallen into a vat of stinky salted fish that had been left to ferment for three hundred years.

That sickly sweet, fishy stench hit him head-on, so thick it almost made his wispy, insubstantial soul sneeze.

Lin Yu grumbled inwardly, "Holy crap! This smell is way too overpowering! It's like a biochemical weapon!"

The inside of the temple was even more dilapidated than it looked from outside.

Cobwebs hung thick as quilts from the collapsed beams and corners, coated in dust and the corpses of unknown tiny insects.

The statue in the center had collapsed on one side, its clay face so eroded it was unrecognizable, leaving only one hollow eye staring toward the doorway with a mixture of pity and eerie menace.

That faint orange glow came from a broken lantern on the offering table before the statue.

The lantern's paper shade was painted with a distorted image of a beautiful woman, whose smile seemed to shift between charming and sinister as the flame flickered.

The lamp oil was clearly no ordinary substance—it burned without smoke, producing only that cloying, fishy-sweet scent strong enough to drive a soul right out of its body.

And beside the lantern, something hovered.It was a mass of pure, twisted darkness, like a lump of ink carelessly kneaded, vaguely suggesting a humanoid shape yet constantly writhing and changing form.

"Click... click-click..."

A grinding, teeth-gnashing sound emanated from the black mass, brimming with greed and hunger for flesh and blood.

Its "gaze" was fixed intently on the temple doorway, locked onto Su Ming's body, which radiated tempting, vibrant yang energy.

Lin Yu thought, "Alright, case closed. Judging by the look, this is either a vengeful female ghost or some mountain spirit or wild monster. Taste is terrible, interior design gets a negative score, user experience zero! Let's wrap this up quick—my soul is about to get marinated in this stench!"

Lin Yu silently hid in the shadow of a relatively intact pillar behind the door, disguising himself as an ordinary patch of darkness.

His plan was simple.

If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move.

If the enemy moves... well, I'll see how my disciple reacts first!

Just then, the black mass seemed to lose patience.

It was no longer content with absorbing the stray wisps of life energy—it wanted a feast!

The black shadow suddenly shuddered, transforming into a sharp, black wind that silently slipped through the door crack, shooting straight for Su Ming's face!

Its speed was terrifyingly fast!

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply. All he saw was a black mass rushing toward him. Instinct made him want to retreat, but his feet felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move!

At this critical moment!

and no

now, his freshly acquired retirement plan would

"Hum—!"

suddenly erupted with a circle of deep, dark

shadow charged

was no longer the outline of an ethereal,

it was a much more solid

surface of this soul form, countless intricate, ancient sealing patterns, like thorns, appeared. Between these patterns, six eerie crimson lines flowed slowly as if alive, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of

resemble a celestial being at all—he looked more like an ultimate demonic fiend that had crawled out from the deepest

"Master?!"

oppressive, terrifying soul form and cried

off abruptly, replaced by a

rooted in the

appeared before it was a terrifying existence

It wanted to retreat!

Yu

intricate techniques—only the

with

"Riiip—!"

like two pieces of ragged cloth tearing at each

frigid energy transforming into sharp claws that raked viciously across Lin Yu's soul

excruciating, soul-rending pain instantly

hurts, it hurts! Damn it! This hurts worse than having my soul

who was already horrified

He let out a scream, his knees buckling, and

"Argh!"

ground, body convulsing. He felt as if his soul were being pulled apart

viscerally what his master

situation

a remnant soul, while the

form was torn so badly it flickered

this, the black shadow let out a triumphant shriek, its

Yu grumbled inwardly, "No good! Can't hold on! Five hundred years of cultivation about to be destroyed! I can't die! My retirement life! My lazy, carefree existence! I haven't even seen my disciple provide for me

this life-or-death moment, an instinct from the deepest part of his

a feeling...

for the frigid

though toxic,

highly nourishing

Let's gamble!

to me,

let out a