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!

no room to worry about maintaining his lofty

he didn't act now, his freshly acquired retirement plan would be scrapped on the

"Hum—!"

on Su Ming's finger suddenly erupted with a

shadow charged

was no longer the outline of an

a much more

thorns, appeared. Between these patterns, six eerie crimson

being at all—he looked more like an ultimate demonic fiend that

"Master?!"

oppressive, terrifying

laughter cut off

felt a fear rooted in the

it was a

It wanted to retreat!

Lin Yu had

intricate techniques—only the most primitive,

collided with

"Riiip—!"

like two pieces of ragged cloth tearing at

shadow shrieked, countless streams of frigid energy transforming into sharp claws that raked viciously across Lin

excruciating, soul-rending pain instantly flooded

it hurts, it hurts! Damn it! This hurts worse than having my soul scorched by the sun! This bastard

Su Ming, who was already horrified to the extreme, shuddered

He let out a scream, his knees buckling, and he fell heavily

"Argh!"

He felt as if his soul were being pulled apart by countless hands, about to be torn

understood viscerally what his master

Yu's situation was

while the other was an old

form was torn so badly it flickered unsteadily,

shadow let out a triumphant

hundred years of cultivation about to be destroyed! I can't die! My retirement life! My lazy, carefree existence!

of his soul was completely awakened by

was a feeling... of

for the frigid energy

thing, though toxic, seemed...

nourishing at

Let's gamble!

to me, you

a beast-like roar