Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 124: I'm Going to Rely on You Now

Qingfeng walked in with his hands clasped behind his back, taking measured, square steps. Mingyue trailed behind him, peeking around with curiosity.

The arrogant young man’s contempt froze the moment he saw them, replaced instantly by a flurry of panic and respect.

He hurriedly bowed, his voice stammering, “Di... disciple Fang Ping pays respects to Senior Uncle Qingfeng, Senior Sister Mingyue!”

Liu Jing also rose from his chair. The sharpness in his eyes softened slightly as he gave the two children a slight nod, an acknowledgement of greeting.

“Senior Uncle Qingfeng, Senior Sister Mingyue.”

His tone stayed calm, but the form of address revealed the gap in seniority between them.

Qingfeng glanced at him, nodding with an air of officiousness like a little adult. “Is there any problem with the person my junior sister and I brought back?”

“Just part of our duty, a routine inquiry.” Liu Jing was curt and to the point.

“Oh?” Qingfeng drew out the tone and walked over to Su Ming’s bedside, glancing at his pale face before turning back to Liu Jing.

“We were the ones who rescued him. The circumstances at the time have been recorded in the Hall of Meritorious Deeds’ jade slip.”“A mortal pursued by an evil cultivator until he was on the brink of death. Steward Liu, do you really think he can pull off any tricks now?”

The words sounded casual but carried a sharp edge, tinged with accusation.

The implication: you, Hall of Meritorious Deeds, don’t trust my judgment?

Liu Jing’s expression did not change. “Senior Uncle Qingfeng’s testimony will be accepted by the Hall. But this person’s origins are unclear, and the matter involves the death of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so procedure cannot be ignored.”

As he spoke, his gaze shifted back to Su Ming, like a drawn sword pointing at him.

“Su Ming, I ask you, you claim to be a compiler of the Hanlin Academy of Great Xing. Do you have any proof?”

Here it comes.

Su Ming felt it in his chest.

He met Liu Jing’s eyes calmly and shook his head slowly. “With your clear sight, Immortal Lord, when I was exiled my official seal and documents were confiscated. I have nothing on me to prove my identity.”

“Oh? So there’s no evidence at all?” Fang Ping, standing behind Liu Jing, immediately interrupted.

Su Ming ignored him and continued looking at Liu Jing. “Although I have no proof, what I have learned is all in my head. If you doubt me, you may test my knowledge on the classics and policy essays.”

paused, his voice

Xing, or to Qingshi County, to ask Vice Director of the Imperial College Liu Wenyuan or County School

and narrowly escaped death. If not for the assistance of these two

nor arrogant, his eyes bright and honest. The picture of a wronged,

Jing’s gaze flickered

this, but Su Ming’s willingness to name specific people and places

angle, his questions becoming sharper. “Then Zhao Qianshan, a peak Foundation Establishment

“That’s a good question.”

Su Ming could answer, Qingfeng

a flip of his small hand, a grayish storage pouch appeared in his palm,

this pouch was taken from Zhao Qianshan’s body. See

accepted the pouch and probed it with

expression that had been as still as an ancient well

many spirit stones or elixirs in the pouch, and the only magic tool was a damaged

bottle contained more than a dozen living souls that had been refined

were also several pieces of human bone ground

pointed to anything but one

sounded again, carrying an unquestionable certainty, “I inspected Zhao Qianshan’s corpse. There remains within him an overwhelmingly domineering, vicious murderous aura, a force no righteous cultivator should possess. I

addressed to Liu Jing. “As for Su Ming, to me he’s just an unlucky mortal chased down by that evil cultivator. His

like a

point—how Su Ming could have killed someone stronger—into the sect’s internal issue of why the evil cultivator Zhao Qianshan

a Foundation Establishment cultivator? That’s very hard to

dying

attention

Liu Jing fell silent.

glance at the weak, powerless “scholar” on the bed and had already made up his

Qingfeng was right.

sneaking into Cloud Hidden Sect’s territory was what the

items in the pouch were ironclad

“I see.”

Jing slowly nodded and put

Hall will continue

look. The sharp scrutiny had faded, replaced by an

for now. As for how you reached third-stage Qi refinement,

anxiety in

his gamble had paid