Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 122: This Place Is...

After an unknown length of time passed,

Su Ming’s consciousness slowly rose from boundless darkness and icy cold.

The first sense to return was smell.

A fresh, damp-earth-laced bamboo scent pierced his nostrils.

Next came touch.

Beneath him lay a soft bed, a warm quilt covered his body, no longer the bone-chilling river water.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What met his gaze was a pale-green bamboo roof, sunlight filtering through the lattice and scattering mottled light across the floor.

The air was saturated with an extraordinarily rich, pure spiritual energy, and merely breathing it made his battered body feel a wave of comfort.

“Where is... this?”Su Ming struggled to sit up, but an explosive, tearing pain in his chest forced a muffled groan from him, and he fell back down.

He looked inward at his body and found his condition still abysmal.

His meridians were severed in many places, his five viscera and six organs badly damaged; that palm strike, powerful enough to split stone, had almost shattered all his vitality.

If not for that miraculous pill keeping him alive, and the stubborn repairs of the Greenwood Longevity Art, he would already be a corpse.

Even so, to fully heal from these injuries would take at least a year or more, impossible to finish quickly.

“Master!”

He immediately called out anxiously in his heart.

“Master, how are you?”

Consciousness Sea; there was no

hurriedly sent a faint thread of divine sense into the Xuantian

ring’s space, Lin Yu’s Soul Body floated quietly at

soul had grown dim and

emanated from the formation core, like a warm cocoon wrapping Lin Yu’s

essence had not dissipated; it had merely been overconsumed and

then did he exhale in relief, but

moment, using his soul power to shock Zhao Qianshan

“Master...”

prickled Su Ming’s eyes. He clenched

will find heavenly materials and earthly treasures to restore your Soul Body to its former

bamboo hut’s door

Mingyue entered, one after the

“You’re awake?”

a hint of scrutiny

a steaming bowl of medicinal porridge, her face alight with a

feel? I made some spirit-rice porridge for you;

struggled to sit up and thank them, but Mingyue pressed him

you’re

at these two, carved like delicate jade, childlike yet unworldly,

saving my life.” His voice was hoarse from

“Where is this...?”

answered directly, his

when we happened to find and save you. Now it’s your turn to answer my

and sat, eyes

cultivator

inside the bamboo hut immediately

Su Ming’s heart leapt.

knew this moment