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 room to worry about

his freshly acquired retirement plan would

"Hum—!"

on Su Ming's finger suddenly erupted with a

charged toward Su

the outline of an ethereal, immortal

much more solid soul

surface of this soul form, countless intricate, ancient sealing patterns, like thorns, appeared. Between these patterns, six eerie crimson lines

looked more like an ultimate demonic fiend that

"Master?!"

oppressive, terrifying soul form and

off

in the very hierarchy

had suddenly appeared before it was a terrifying

It wanted to retreat!

Yu had already

no intricate techniques—only the most primitive, most savage

with the black shadow in an

"Riiip—!"

pieces of

shrieked, countless streams of frigid energy transforming into sharp claws that

instantly flooded Lin

it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Damn it! This hurts

Su Ming, who was already horrified to

exploded without warning from his chest. He let out a scream, his knees buckling, and

"Argh!"

Su Ming curled up on the ground, body convulsing. He felt as if his soul were being pulled

understood viscerally what his master meant by

situation

soul, while the other

form was torn so badly it flickered unsteadily, on

out a triumphant shriek, its

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

moment, an instinct from the deepest part of his soul was completely awakened by this agony and

was a feeling...

the frigid

though toxic, seemed...

nourishing

Let's gamble!

to me,

let out a beast-like