Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 178: Pillar of the Sect

Everyone turned back in shock, only to see that Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator from Formation Peak — who had appeared at the gate without anyone noticing. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep as he looked at the courtyard’s already sizable “finished pile,” and his face betrayed no hint of pleasure or anger.

The Formation Peak disciple stood like a cold statue with his hands clasped behind him, his deep eyes inspecting the courtyard’s bustling scene and that now sizable “finished pile.” His expression gave away nothing, but the invisible pressure in the air made the whole courtyard seem several degrees colder.

Old Wang and the others subconsciously stopped their work, nervously watching the unexpected guest.

Su Ming’s thoughts raced, but his expression remained calm. He stepped forward and bowed slightly, “Senior Brother, coming at this hour, may I ask what guidance you bring?”

“Guidance is too grand a word.” The disciple’s voice was cold and hard. “I’m just here to see if you’re wasting your time.”

His gaze swept over the mountain of finished formation plates. A flash of disbelief passed through his eyes before being replaced by a deeper scrutiny. He said nothing further; he turned and melted into the night as if he had never been there.

“Master, what is he...?”

“Knocking the mountain to frighten the tiger, also testing for substance.” Lin Yu’s soul-echo hummed inside the Xuantian ring. “Behind him is Elder Luo. He probably can’t sit still. Disciple, ignore him, follow our plan. Now, immediately, contact your big backer!”

Su Ming inhaled deeply and nodded.

He knew the design defect within that batch of Kun Yuan Shield Formations was no longer a mere technical issue. It was a political trap capable of dragging the entire Repair Hall into a ruin beyond all redemption. This level of power play was far beyond what a single menial disciple could handle.He walked to a corner of the courtyard and took out the Mystic Iron token Elder Ma had bestowed on him.

The token, besides representing authority, also functioned as a simple communication talisman.

He sank a thread of divine sense into it, adding no embellishment and making no subjective assumptions — he simply condensed the discovered design flaw of the Kun Yuan Shield Formation and the possible chain collapse that could be triggered under high-intensity spiritual energy, into the most objective, precise wording, then transmitted the information.

After finishing, he returned to his workstation as if nothing had happened and continued optimizing and coordinating the process.

About the time an incense stick burned, the token trembled slightly. An aged yet calm consciousness echoed directly into his consciousness sea, brief but weighty as a mountain.

will handle the

from Su Ming’s heart. He bowed silently toward

and waving a small flag. “That’s professionalism! Shift the blame professionally! Kick

Ma’s reassurance, Su Ming had no

Yuan Shield Formation repair process. He did not alter the original core circuitry — that would be tantamount to scrapping and rebuilding,

guidance, he cleverly added a miniature “spiritual energy diversion” rune cluster beside the distorted

overload of spiritual energy, it would instantly activate and channel

avoided the original design flaw, it even slightly increased the plate’s

Bing Character Seven Courtyard was transformed into a

sweat of dozens of people, producing an almost manic atmosphere. Everyone’s eyes were bloodshot, yet their movements grew increasingly mechanical and precise. Fatigue had long been replaced by something called

who looked down on them that even

the fifth day, at

the last sliver of sunset sank behind the western hills and reddened the clouds, all the

bodies reflected a warm, full spiritual light in the sunset glow. They stood there quietly like an army awaiting inspection, silently testifying to five days and nights

one missing, not a single

from various peaks had already gathered, among them Manager Liu’s sullen

has come,

Peak disciple from the previous day stepped into the courtyard again, flanked by a group of cultivators in the same attire. This time walking ahead of him was a gaunt-faced, middle-aged cultivator in

perceptible Golden

one of the Formation Peak’s steward

finished plates. His eyes, hawk-like, were fixed on the courtyard wall’s huge “data wall.” When he saw the daily-updated, shockingly large repair numbers, his knife-like lips

He forced the single word out

light to probe the internal

“Clink...”

and the hum of spiritual energy flow became the courtyard’s