Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 148: Elder Ma's Inquiry

Lin Yu's heart stirred.

He immediately closed his eyes, immersing his entire mind and spirit into that faint, elusive sensation.

It wasn't a "force."

It didn't flow, didn't surge, didn't gather, and didn't defend.

It was simply… dissipating.

Like a wisp of blue smoke, it gently, softly, drifted out from the runic veins on the flag's surface.

Then, it didn't vanish.

Instead, it merged into the surrounding air, into the thin, ever-present spiritual energy that filled the Accounting Office.

It lost its own "form," lost its own "substance."

It became part of the background.Su Ming held his breath. He could "see" how that lingering trace of spiritual energy, following the specific trajectory of that incomplete rune, gradually "dissolved" itself away.

This process wasn't a collapse, wasn't a breakdown.

It was a kind of… orderly, active, return.

A bolt of lightning seemed to flash across Su Ming's mind!

His master's words exploded in his ears like thunder!

"Make yourself like the wind, like dust…"

"Existing, yet utterly devoid of presence!"

He abruptly opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the incomplete rune on the flag's surface.

The structure of that rune was extremely complex.

But the path of a small part of its core circuits bore a slight resemblance to the "Concealment" character rune he had painstakingly practiced for seven days!

So that was it!

Su Ming's heart pounded fiercely!

The true meaning of "Concealment" wasn't construction, wasn't defense, wasn't attack!

It was "integration"!

It was using a specific structure to guide one's own spiritual energy to actively, orderly, perfectly merge with the surrounding environment, thereby erasing one's own sense of presence!

All his previous efforts had been like using brute force to try and pry open a precise combination lock!

His direction had been wrong from the very beginning!

Theory must be combined with practice!

And these discarded items, treated as worthless trash by Formation Peak disciples, were for him the most precious, most intuitive textbooks!

the mountain of "garbage" before him,

What trash?

clearly an undiscovered

…

That night.

on his bed, his expression

any stones, nor did he draw on the

slowly extended his index finger and

energy flowed at his

mind was no longer focused on

was simulating, mimicking the trajectory and rhythm of the spiritual energy's dissipation from that tattered

a command, but a guide,

One stroke, two strokes…

final stroke was

didn't forcefully maintain the spiritual

with a thought, he actively severed

*Hum.*

"Concealment" character rune composed of cyan

glow, nor did

was like a drop of ink

the surrounding

breaths, that rune

slowly

his hand, probing towards the seemingly empty air

A strange sensation came.

hand felt as if it had passed through a thin, cool curtain

clearly feel that his divine sense, when

place seemed to have become a "blind

a patch

Success!

Su Ming let out a

bottleneck that had plagued him for days vanished like

He finally understood.

master's guidance was the

jade slip was

old papers, these discarded scraps, were the unique bridge connecting the "Dao"

"Master, this disciple… understands."

respectfully

"Hmm."

carried a

can be

the garbage heap himself! My retirement plan is as

Hall,

last volume of the account book he had finished organizing on

is the summary of last month's resource consumption for each peak, along with an optimization

calm, betraying no

room, sandalwood incense

the account book. His turbid eyes just

past month, Su Ming

one accurately pointed out some inconspicuous "problematic node"

who had a problem, nor did