Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 123: Hall of Meritorious Deeds

Qingfeng's expression was intensely complicated, as if he were listening to an impossible fairy tale.

Mingyue's clear eyes were full of sympathy, her small hand clenched tightly, indignant over Su Ming's tragic fate.

"So, you, a third-level Qi practitioner, grabbed a Foundation Grand Perfection cultivator and jumped off a cliff with him, and you... actually drowned him alive?"

Qingfeng finished his summation, his tone dripping with disbelief to the point it seemed irreconcilable.

That cause of death sounded even more absurd and bizarre than his original judgment on the corpse.

Su Ming's face was pale as paper, his lips trembling.

He did not rush to answer. Instead he weakly coughed twice.

The cough hit his heavily wounded chest; under the stabbing pain, a fine cold sweat instantly dotted his temples.

In his eyes there was just the right amount of post-disaster fear and bleakness from having narrowly escaped death.

"In front of the sect elders, Su Ming dares not utter a single falsehood.""At that time, his palm force had already shattered my internal organs, and I knew I would certainly die."

"My only thought was that I could not let him have it easy; I had to take him with me to the grave."

His voice was hoarse, yet threaded with the stubbornness and resoluteness of a scholarly soul.

"Perhaps Zhao Qianshan had done countless evil deeds, and heaven would not tolerate it. He was wounded by my... my family's short defensive sword, his qi was already in chaos. After falling into the water, he couldn't even draw a breath and was choked to death."

He attributed all the impossibilities to "heaven's will" and "a sliver of luck in desperate straits."

As for the broken sword that exuded murderous aura, he dismissed it as an ordinary "family short sword," after all he had already taken it back into the Xuantian ring, leaving no living witness.

Qingfeng was about to press further when Mingyue could not bear it any longer. "Senior brother!" she shot Qingfeng an irritated look, her tone clearly displeased, "Can't you see how badly he's hurt? Why keep interrogating him! The man barely escaped certain death, can't you let him rest?"

Saying that, she pushed the warm bowl of spirit-rice porridge a little closer to Su Ming.

"Hurry and drink, it'll help your body recover faster."

"Thank you, fairy." Su Ming nodded gratefully, bowed his head and sipped the porridge in small mouthfuls, speaking no more.

He knew well that too many words lead to mistakes.

nine parts, leave one part unsaid,

guard by Mingyue's rebuke, sniffed

Ming's extremely weak state and ultimately did

is serious and must be reported to the sect. When you feel better, you will come with

Deeds?" Su Ming paused slightly

Our Cloud Hidden Sect is a righteous and reputable sect. We won't wrong an

heart his

was a considerable merit. It might even offset the fault of secretly using a Little

replied respectfully, "All is

silent, only the rustling of wind through the green bamboo outside

a month passed, felt to Su Ming both long

because day and night he endured bone-shattering

moment was consumed by

since been exhausted. Now his technique drew on the abundant vegetal spiritual energy of this place like a most diligent

girl named Mingyue would come on time

wore a bright smile and chirped

showed up; when he did, he would merely stand at the doorway, scrutinize Su Ming a few times with a critical

did

the role of a gentle, grateful, taciturn

much, but his thanks were

that his survival depended entirely on

kindness in his

was like a leaf drifting in a storm; any small disturbance could send him

"Ahem..."

chest tugging painfully until cold sweat

or forty percent. Though still fragile, he

"It's still too slow."

He clenched his fist.

Soul Body was still trapped in slumber; he had to recover his

Cloud Hidden Sect, with its plentiful spiritual

He had to stay!

By any means necessary!

clear footsteps sounded outside the

Mingyue's light steps, but two steady, powerful strides approaching the

tightened. He immediately reined in his mind, resumed his weak and harmless guise, leaned against the head of the

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