Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 128: First Impressions of Cloud Retreat

Qingfeng finally realized he had been somewhat inappropriate, clearing his throat lightly and resuming his little-adult demeanor.

"Worldly mortal affairs, just this much is interesting."

Though he said this, the curiosity in his eyes simply couldn't be hidden.

Su Ming saw that the timing was ripe and finally revealed his true intentions.

He let out another long sigh, his face once again showing that desolation and unwillingness.

"Ah, it's just a pity that after tomorrow, I don't know if there will be another tomorrow."

"Su Ming's worthless life is not worth regretting if lost. It's just that all this learning, and those unfinished interesting stories, will turn to dust along with this broken body."

He looked at Qingfeng and Mingyue, his gaze utterly sincere.

"Su Ming dares not hope to join an immortal sect. I only seek to find some menial job like chopping wood or carrying water on this immortal mountain, to barely cling to life."

"I don't want elixirs, I don't want cultivation methods, I just want a place to survive.""I've studied, I can keep accounts, and I still have some strength left. As long as the sect can give me a bite to eat, Su Ming is willing to work like an ox or a horse to repay this great kindness!"

After speaking, he moved to get out of bed and bow again.

This time, Qingfeng didn't let him bow.

For the first time, the little boy's face showed genuine conflict and worry befitting his age.

Mingyue was beside him, tugging hard on his sleeve, pleading softly, "Senior brother, please help him, look how pitiful he is. And... and I still want to hear the rest of the story."

Qingfeng glared at her.

"What do you think Cloud Hidden Sect is? A shelter?"

Though his words were harsh, his heart had already softened.

This Su Ming, though a mortal, was clever, spoke well, and the stories he told were truly interesting.

Most crucially, he understood boundaries and knew when to advance or retreat.

Someone like this, staying at Guiding Peak to entertain himself and his junior sister... seemed... not entirely unacceptable?

hand impatiently. "I'm really

looked at Su Ming

Affairs Hall to ask. Whether

lit up with the radiance of having survived a disaster, his

virtue, Su Ming will never forget it for the rest

...

Three days later.

rice porridge, had

Qingfeng took him and Mingyue to the External Affairs Hall

door that

cool morning air, rich with spiritual energy, rushed into

entire body froze

pupils involuntarily dilated, as if even his breathing

the bamboo hut, but it was as if he had stepped out of the

was no longer a

was on itself floated above an

floating islands, and jade pavilions

were like a handful of emerald pearls casually scattered by a deity, quietly suspended amidst the churning, golden-dawn-flowing

inverted, waterfalls cascading from their tips, transforming into thousand-foot silver

fall into the abyss; they dispersed into seven-colored spiritual mist mid-air, nourishing the circling immortal

flowing slowly inside, emitting a gentle, eternal halo, becoming the natural

peaks and islands were

were "rainbow bridges" constructed from

if alive, with elegantly shaped, powerfully aura-ed humans or beasts occasionally walking upon the

cultivators flying on swords or boats, transforming into streams of light streaking across

from the carefree, leisurely immortal realm he had imagined; this place was more like a

drawn to the extreme heights of

under the sunlight, a layer of translucent watery ripples

ripples were composed of countless minute runes and veins, slowly circulating as if

silent, yet emanated a pressure that made

"What is this?"

He was inwardly horrified.

the sect's grand

proud, childish

standing beside him at some point, hands clasped behind his back, trying hard to mimic

where