Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 131: Settling Accounts?

"Yes, junior disciple Su Ming." Su Ming bowed and answered, neither servile nor arrogant.

"You claim that with a third-stage Qi Refining cultivation, you perished together with a Foundation Grand Perfection cultivator?" Elder Ma's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable pressure.

That question had come again.

Su Ming had already prepared for it, and he repeated that statement again, measured and unhurried.

He emphasized Zhao Qianshan's practice of forbidden arts, the backlash of murderous aura, and his own desperate, lucky survival.

Every detail matched exactly what he had told Qingfeng and Liu Jing before.

Elder Ma listened quietly, his cloudy eyes betraying no emotion.

When Su Ming finished, Elder Ma was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Show me your so-called health-preserving technique, run a full cycle for me to see."

Su Ming's heart tightened.Here it comes!

He was going to test his foundation!

Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and began circulating the Greenwood Longevity Art that Lin Yu had modified.

A faint, herb-scented spiritual energy started to flow through his damaged meridians at an extremely slow, even sluggish pace.

The process was painful and arduous.

But Su Ming's face remained focused.

Elder Ma's divine sense, like an invisible net, enveloped Su Ming.

He could clearly sense every tremor and every current of spiritual energy within Su Ming.

The technique's pathway was crude and makeshift, with several key meridians circumvented in the clumsiest ways.

It was plainly a patchwork method with no proper lineage, something cobbled together by someone experimenting.

Moreover, the technique's grade was extremely low; its efficiency at absorbing spiritual energy was outrageously slow.

Compared to the sect's most basic introductory mind-methods, it was worlds apart.

"Hmm."

a while, Elder Ma withdrew his divine sense

garbage, the method was peaceful and orthodox in its essence;

story was once

interest

Ma's tone remained

Hidden Sect does not keep idlers,

damaged; your foundation is

verdict matched Liu Jing's

Su Ming's heart sank.

knew the moment that would decide his fate had

about to plead his prepared case again, begging to be allowed to serve

Ma shifted

you

blinked, then nodded. "Yes, junior served

"Hanlin Academy Compiler?"

a trace of interest flickered across Elder Ma's ancient-well-still

eyeballs rolled slightly, as if a thought had occurred to

"Very well."

toward the door, "Bring me the inbound inventory ledgers from the pharmacy that have been piled

paled as if he

"Elder... those ledgers..."

Ma's tone brooked no

"Yes."

carrying seven or eight heavy wooden

a mixed stench of old ink and medicinal herbs rushed

bamboo slips and account books, in chaotic

materials delivered by the sect's medicinal garden three months ago," Elder Ma said, pointing at the mess

was suddenly transferred and no

were educated and

give you one

these ledgers

you sort them correctly, I will allow you to do

cannot sort

did not finish the sentence, but the

off the

Mingyue were

notorious trouble from the External Affairs

bad accounts. The two disciples who had been responsible for the paperwork had spent half a month trying to reconcile them and ended up feigning illness and taking