Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 219: Your spiritual power is a bit heavy.

The moment Su Ming's palm made contact with the surface of the black stone pillar, he didn't rush to channel his spiritual energy.

He lowered his gaze slightly, his peripheral vision sweeping over his surroundings.

The other examinees nearby had long been unable to hold back, their faces flushed and necks thick with strain as they poured spiritual energy into the pillars like a breached dam's floodwaters.

In an instant, bursts of multicolored light erupted one after another across the square.

There were fiery red flames, azure wind blades, and also thick, earthy yellow halos.

"It lit up! Three sections! I passed... huh? Why did it go out again?"

Not far to his side, a burly menial disciple who had just excitedly shouted halfway through his sentence watched as the three glowing rings of light that had appeared on the stone pillar suddenly flickered twice, like a faulty lightbulb, before fizzling out with a sizzle, leaving only a foul smell of burnt residue.

"Spiritual energy is insubstantial, impure, and mixed. Failed!"

The inner sect disciple in charge of recording waved his brush expressionlessly, drawing a glaring cross on the roster. "Next."

The burly disciple's face turned ashen. He opened his mouth, wanting to plead, but was dragged out by two Enforcement Hall disciples as if he were a dead dog."Tsk, that's what they call 'false fire'," Lin Yu's voice drawled lazily from within the ring, carrying a hint of the casual ease one might have while commenting on a variety show. "That guy probably overdid it with pills. His spiritual energy is like foam—looks like a big lump, but pops with one poke. Disciple, show them what 'solid' really looks like."

The corner of Su Ming's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

With a slight movement of his mind, the deep, serene blue pool of spiritual liquid within his Dantian's Qihai began to slowly rotate.

A wisp of dark blue light silently seeped from his palm into the black stone surface.

It was like a drop of water soaking into a sponge.

At first, the stone pillar showed no reaction.

At the edge of the square, Sun Tong, the Vessel Hall steward who had been staring fixedly in this direction, let out a derisive snort through his nostrils. He turned his head to speak to his subordinate beside him. "See that? That's what they mean by 'mud that won't stick to a wall'. Can't even squeeze out a fart after half a day. Probably has blocked meridi—"

The word "blocked" got stuck in his throat before it could fully leave his mouth.

*Hum—*

An extremely low, deep, and resonant thrum abruptly emanated from within the stone pillar.

resembled the heavy groan of ten thousand tons of seawater compressing

after, the very first section at the bottom of the stone pillar lit

tightly to the surface of the pillar like some viscous fluid, slowly creeping and climbing

kind of technique is

the viewing platform, several inner sect disciples who had been initially indifferent sat

fluid

Second section.

Third section.

pause, no

upward at a

passed the third graduation mark representing "passing," Su Ming felt a surge of resistance from within

to "squeeze" out the injected spiritual energy to

"Is that all?"

Ming's heart remained

*Like Water Art*, he had long grown accustomed to the "grinding work" of repeatedly

of spiritual pressure felt to him like a gentle

speed it up a bit?" Su Ming

steady," Lin Yu said leisurely. "We're here to take an exam, not to smash the venue. Maintain this speed, let it rise slowly. This kind of

Ming complied, not increasing his output, merely maintaining the

of outsiders, this

resistance kept increasing. By the fourth and fifth sections, the spiritual energy of an ordinary examinee would have already begun

of light didn't even show a

the same speed, the same

black stone skin wasn't spiritual energy, but an unstoppable underground

fourth section lit up like

shone with a profound,

The sixth section…

the sixth section, the entire southeastern corner of the

Repair Hall make a fool of themselves now looked as if someone had grabbed them by the

bottom of a pot. His fingers dug into the

him, which had previously been

"Six sections…"

beside him and shook it violently. "Old Wang! Did you see that! Six sections!

stood at the very front of the crowd. Looking at that dark blue column of light, the appreciation in his