Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 147: A Great Path Lies in the Scrap Heap

Su Ming had hit a bottleneck.

He was stuck on the fifth basic rune.

"Concealment."

For seven whole days, aside from his mandatory attendance at the Accounting Office, he had devoted every moment to this rune.

Yet it was like an unreasonable, stubborn stone, utterly unresponsive no matter how Su Ming tried to grind it down.

*Crack.*

On the ground, a newly outlined trace of cyan light shattered precisely at its final turn.

Spiritual energy dispersed, the glow extinguished.

Another failure.

Su Ming's brow furrowed tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly from excessive mental concentration.He couldn't understand where the problem lay.

After over a month of arduous practice, his control over that wisp of spiritual energy within him was already a world apart from before.

He could make the spiritual energy as pliant as silk thread, or as rigid as a steel needle.

Carving the first four runes was now something he could do with ease, with an extremely high success rate.

But this "Concealment" character alone felt like a creation from another world.

He could perfectly replicate every stroke of its form, precisely control the output of spiritual energy at every node.

Yet, the result was something that possessed only the outer shape.

It was merely a glowing doodle, lying there quietly until it exhausted its energy and faded away.

It lacked "intent."

"Master."

"This 'Concealment' character rune, your disciple... cannot comprehend it."

Hearing his disciple's plea for help, Lin Yu lazily stirred his thoughts.

"Oh? What is it you don't understand?"

disciple can already accurately depict its form and perfectly control the flow of spiritual energy, but it...

described his predicament

'Gathering' character, nor outwardly expansive like the 'Control' character. Your

mind

physics, dealing with the conduction and shaping of

edge of quantum mechanics, dealing with "existence"

possibly be the

Tell him directly?

No.

to teach a man to fish

disciple lies in guiding

Lin Yu's voice was as still as an

aback and answered without

unsparing. "A rock, hidden behind

"It does."

behind a tree, waiting to choose a person to devour, does

"That also counts."

this teacher asks you again, the wind that blows past your cheek, the dust that

was stunned once

no form, dust is visible, but... he had never paid them

did not pay

the true meaning of

voice carried a trace of leisurely

not making you disappear from others' sight.

making you become like the wind, like dust, like a pebble by the roadside. Others see it, yet it's as if they didn't. It exists, yet carries

was struck hard by

exist, yet carry no

precisely the essence of the *Aura Concealment Art*

few days." Lin Yu's voice sounded at just the

is not

your accounts, use

try to draw 'Concealment',

soul-thought connection, leaving Su Ming alone, sitting dazedly in place, repeatedly chewing

...

in

at his familiar desk, holding an account book, but

carry

outside the window, at the streaks of light flashing across the distant Rainbow Bridges, at the menial disciples coming

was the wind? Who was the

Brother Su! What