Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 127: No Place Left to Stand

Liu Jing and Fang Ping’s figures vanished beyond the bamboo gate, and the oppressive spiritual pressure dissipated with them.

Inside the bamboo hut, for a moment nothing remained but the soft rustle of wind through bamboo leaves outside the window.

Su Ming’s chest heaved violently as he drew a long, deep breath, like a fish thrown ashore finally returned to the water.

He did not speak at once.

Instead, he struggled and rolled off the bed.

The motion tugged at every wound across his body; waves of searing pain surged through him, blurring his vision. Cold sweat soaked his thin undergarment in an instant.

He clenched his teeth, his legs trembling, yet stubbornly steadied himself.

Then, facing Qingfeng and Mingyue, he smoothed his robe and performed a solemn, deep bow.

It was the proper courtesy a scholar pays to those who have saved his life.

“Su Ming offers thanks to the two immortal elders for saving his life.”His voice was hoarse, but each word was clear and struck like a hammer.

“This favor is heavier than Mount Tai.”

Mingyue was startled by his sudden formal salute and hurried forward to help him.

“Get up quickly! You’re so badly injured, you can’t leave the bed!”

Qingfeng, however, did not move. He folded his arms, tilted his head, and studied Su Ming with curious interest.

He was used to the flattery of cultivators both inside and outside the sect, and he was used to how ordinary people looked at them with a mixture of reverence and fear.

Someone like Su Ming, neither servile nor arrogant, thanking them with plain mortal manners—this was a first.

“All right, don’t tear the wound open. That Hundred-Herb Revival Pill I gave you wasn’t cheap.” Qingfeng sniffed, his tone still carrying a touch of bratty pride.

Su Ming straightened and offered a bitter smile, then sat back on the edge of the bed.

life again, Su

him, fully aware that Liu Jing’s departure did not

true beginning

“from what Steward Liu

with worry at

Outsiders cannot remain in the sect

full of the

cripple like me to return there is no different from

not state it bluntly at first, but he laid his desperate situation

looked to Qingfeng as

“Senior brother…”

his fingers tapping

he understood what Su

this was

outsider hoping to stay in the Cloud Hidden Sect? It was

hesitation and his

that straightforward self-pity would not move this sharp,

to make the

if that

sadness on his face and adding

death are decreed, fortune is in heaven. To live another day in this blessed immortal place

“These past fifteen days, I’m grateful for the medicinal porridge you brought each day. The rice’s fragrance is heavenly,

dropped talk of being expelled and chirped brightly, “Yes, it’s cooked with spring water from Guiding Peak and Qinggu rice.

Su Ming adopted the curious expression of a scholar probing a subject. “Back in the mortal world I read the Classic of Herbs, yet I never knew how immortal herbs differ from

from his life-and-death plight to an area the two were familiar

and left

enough, Mingyue’s interest was

brightened, taking on the air of a little teacher as she counted on her fingers

of sun and moon. Our so-called spiritual herbs can actively draw in the world’s spiritual energy. The older the herb, the

healed you. It used thirty-six kinds

been listening with some impatience, couldn’t help but chime in as he

of the fire, the Alchemy Formulas—if you stray by a hair, you come out a thousand miles off. The mortal methods of grinding herbs into paste are

of curiosity as