Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 139: Formation

An unprecedented sense of anxiety, like a creeping vine, coiled around Su Ming's heart, making his breathing somewhat difficult.

Su Ming refused to believe it was impossible. For the next several nights, he poured almost all his time into this tiny "Dust-Repelling Formation."

To avoid disturbing his roommates, he even moved his practice spot to the corner of the courtyard, next to an abandoned old well.

The runes were carved inaccurately.

The timing of spiritual energy injection was off.

The node connections were wrong.

Countless failures.

The bluestone slabs around the well platform were covered with his crooked, meandering green scratches, which would then fade and disappear with each failure.

Scattered nearby were piles of broken stones and rotten wood he had used as makeshift formation bases, only to be discarded in frustration.

The entire well platform was a mess he had created.And the formation itself remained completely unresponsive.

One night, Zhang Meng got up to relieve himself and saw Su Ming squatting by the well, staring blankly at a pile of junk. Unable to hold back, he asked through a yawn.

"Brother Su, not sleeping in the middle of the night? What's the big deal with this pile of broken stones?"

Su Ming shook his head with a bitter smile.

"It's nothing. Couldn't sleep, just doodling."

"Doodling?" Zhang Meng leaned over for a look, scratching his head. "What you're drawing... is it ghostly scribbles?"

Su Ming had no retort.

Even Manager Zhao from the north room, stepping out one morning and seeing the mess at the well platform, couldn't help but frown and say, "Su Ming, this courtyard is where menials live, not a place for you to pile up garbage. Remember to clean it up."

Li Kai from the south room remained silent as ever.

But when he went out to fetch water, his gaze would linger on those broken stones and scratches for an extra moment.

Su Ming took in everyone's reactions, and the anxiety and pressure in his heart grew with each passing day.

He felt like a prisoner trapped in a maze, holding a blueprint of the exit but unable to find a single path leading out.

That night, he failed once again.

His spiritual energy dissipated at the final node; the stone slab before him didn't even flicker with the faintest glimmer.

Frustrated, Su Ming fiercely slammed the stone in his hand onto the ground.

*crack*, the stone

well, looking up at the clear, cold

that I truly have no talent in

master's guidance, I can't even grasp the simplest entry-level

stared blankly at

ledgers, could

why couldn't they even draw the simplest rune

losing heart, a thought flashed through

Accounting Office...

Heavenly Sword Peak!

abruptly sat up

ledger detailing the material consumption of the Logistics Department

clearly recorded that the wear rate of the formation flags consumed by Heavenly Sword Peak disciples while practicing

no less, exactly thirty

a clumsy method of falsifying accounts, leaving behind

he suddenly

wasn't falsification at

of precise

energy at the exact same level every single

current situation, where his spiritual energy

Su Ming finally understood!

about rote memorization of those

precise, down-to-the-millimeter control over

the soul's meticulous, nuanced perception of the flow

theoretical understanding; it was that his hands

energy was like an

to go east, and

stop, and it charged

a precise formation

how it

out a long, slow breath, the

looked at the mess surrounding the well platform and gave

on the wrong

broken stones and wood chips,

he walked back to his

take out that jade slip,

sat cross-legged on his bed and slowly closed

he set aside

only one thing he needed

the disobedient "wild horse" within his

concentrate fully on circulating the "Greenwood Longevity

method's circulation, nor did he obsess over

will on mastering control over that wisp

that wisp of energy flow back and forth

still stumbled along, sometimes fast,