Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 82: A Glimmer of Inspiration, A Choice on the Path

Su Ming walked out of the study and let out a long, deep breath.

The autumn sunlight shone on his body, warm and pleasant.

Lin Yu's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a trace of barely noticeable fatigue and gravity. "Disciple, this Zhou Wenhai is a man of deep scheming. Before him, we must be even more cautious. His agreement to let you stay is both a sign of his regard and, undoubtedly, a way to keep you under close observation."

"He agreed, didn't he?" Su Ming's mood, however, was quite relaxed.

"He did agree, but the way he looked at you was like an old farmer looking at a cabbage that grows gold ingots—satisfied yet calculating!" Lin Yu grumbled. "Anyway, for these three years, we're safe. For your master's sake, hurry up and drain that well dry!"

With the storm having passed, Su Ming's life returned to peace, becoming even more focused than before.

Zhou Yulin left for the prefectural city in October. With one less person frequently seeking him out at the County School, Su Ming enjoyed the quiet, throwing his entire body and mind into cultivation and study.

The sensation of Qi within Su Ming's body, nourished by the spiritual well water, had grown from a flickering flame into a gentle, warm glow. He could even guide this energy to flow slowly through his meridians. Wherever it passed, a tingling, numbing sensation spread, bringing an indescribable comfort.

After mastering the Aura Concealment Art, his five senses became increasingly sharp. During meditation, he could even clearly "hear" the footsteps of the night watchman patrolling outside the courtyard and "smell" the aroma of food wafting from the neighboring compound.

He began attempting to gather that energy at his fingertip.This was an incredibly difficult process. That energy was as slippery as a loach; the slightest lapse in concentration would cause it to disperse into his limbs and bones.

For several nights in a row, he ended in failure.

On a snowy night, after countless failed attempts, he finally succeeded. Using his powerful mental will to gently envelop the mass of energy, he guided it to his fingertip.

Su Ming slowly opened his eyes and extended the index finger of his right hand.

There, on his fingertip, a faint white light, the size of a grain of rice, quietly ignited in the pitch-black snowy night.

Though weak, its glow was unwavering.

"Master, I..."

"Shh." Lin Yu's voice carried an unprecedented gravity. "Don't move. Don't let it disperse. Feel it. Remember this sensation. This is... your first wisp of... spiritual energy."

The snowy night was silent, all things hushed.

Su Ming stared blankly at his fingertip. That tiny, rice-sized point of white light was a color that had never before appeared in his life. It was not the warm yellow of candlelight, nor the cool clarity of moonlight. It was a pure, self-originating radiance, as if the most distant yet brightest star in the night sky had been plucked and placed upon his fingertip.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, like the bursting of a tiny bubble. The light point on his fingertip flickered violently for an instant before extinguishing completely.

His fingertip returned to its normal skin tone. The warm, connected feeling that had pulsed with his bloodline vanished without a trace. In its place, a hollowed-out weakness spread from the depths of his Dantian, making him feel as if he had run ten miles of mountain road, with weariness seeping into the very marrow of his bones.

"Master!" Su Ming's voice held a thread of panic and thick disappointment. "It... it's gone!"

Lin Yu's voice drawled lazily in his mind. "Gone is gone. Did you want to frame it and hang it on the wall?"

Su Ming was momentarily speechless, then muttered, "That's not what I meant, disciple. It's just... I wanted it to stay a little longer."

"Remember this feeling. This is the seed of your first wisp of spiritual energy. But you must also understand, this is only the beginning. Without a subsequent method, this state is difficult to solidify, ultimately just a moon reflected in water, a flower in a mirror."

Yu stretched comfortably

the disappointment in his heart was indeed soothed considerably. Yes, he had been too impatient. On the path of cultivation, one misstep leads to many. Being able to condense the first wisp of spiritual energy was already a tremendous fortune. How could he demand to reach the heavens in a

understands the teaching," he replied

energy has just been born, and

following days, Su Ming fell into a cycle of pain and

sit in meditation by the well, repeating the process of condensing spiritual energy. But that wisp of spiritual energy was like a mischievous child,

bitter meditation the entire night, there would be no movement within his

entered meditation, that point of light would appear obediently at his fingertip in response to his thought. But the instant he tried to do something with it, even just make it linger for one more breath, it would ruthlessly extinguish with a "pfft," taking with it a large portion of

ran away

time it lasted for

able to make it shine a little brighter... Ah, it's gone

to

even more anxious

fighting, repeatedly fighting and failing," Lin Yu's Soul Body sank deep into the ring, beginning

lay

fell upon the three jade slips

in his own home, within

Ming before because Su Ming barely knew a few big characters and had not

it

ability was already worlds apart from before. Most crucially, he could now condense spiritual energy! Even if it was just a

wisp of spiritual energy into the jade slip, he could

safest, and indeed

Lin Yu

understand the crucial points within the cultivation method and couldn't discern whether Su Ming's energy flow during cultivation was right or wrong. If Su Ming made a misstep, the light consequence would be damaged meridians; the severe consequence would be Qi deviation. And he, as the master, might not be able to tell at all, let alone offer guidance and correction. This was

path of cultivation, there was no chance for a

gaze to the

dilapidated temple where the

the resentful spirit's memories, he knew that dilapidated temple was the ruins of a minor immortal sect, and something was hidden within the mountain's belly. The master of that resentful spirit had placed the Wailing Woman Lantern there,

within that mountain belly lay some cultivation

refined Yin energy had been completely absorbed by him, transformed into nourishment to strengthen his Soul Body. As for those resentful, insane memory fragments and the so-called "tracking mark," he had used a newly comprehended technique to package and compress them into a walnut-sized black sphere, tossed into a corner of the ring's space, where they

fellow who had refined the Wailing Woman Lantern was very, very far

hunting seemed like a decent choice.

extremely high risk. That place was sinister and eerie, a location arranged by an evil cultivator. Who knew what residual traps or evil entities

Within these chaotic memories, there was a vague indication that deep within that lair,

jade slip, his only bit of "advanced information" in this

Su Ming's previous long-term meditation practice had forged mental perception and a calm disposition far surpassing ordinary people. This might not be an absolute guarantee for

thought only lasted three seconds before Lin Yu himself snuffed it

and bizarre things had bred there besides Yin energy? What if some centuries-old zombie popped out, or some great demon

of the Way of Survival: never actively explore the red danger zones on

This path? Pass!

Body sat cross-legged, putting on the appearance of a master deep in thought, though in reality, he was so worried he felt like tearing out

a letter from Anyuan Prefectural City arrived

was from Zhou

passed the exam without

learning, far surpassing me. At first, I was somewhat unconvinced, but now I understand your... aspiration. Three years from now, we shall meet again in the capital. Your

letter, Su Ming silently folded it, his face showing neither sorrow

think the 'aspiration' he mentions in his