Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 228: The Illusory Forest of the Heart: Breaking Free from the Cage

Late at night.

Su Mansion study.

The snow outside the window made the room somewhat bright.

Su Ming had dismissed all the servants and sat alone at the desk.

A sheet of fine xuan paper was spread before him, held down by a smooth, warm Hetian jade paperweight.

He lifted the brush, dipping it fully into thick ink.

He did not intend to write characters.

A deeper impulse, originating from his soul, was driving his arm.

The brush tip descended, ink lines meandering.

The starting stroke was decisive, the running stroke smooth, the transitions sharp.Not characters.

Lines.

Runes.

"Gathering," "Control," "Flow," "Balance"...

Those patterns he didn't know why he could produce, yet felt intimately familiar, flowed naturally from his brush tip.

Those basic runes once etched into his heart were not currently channeling any heaven and earth spiritual energy; they were merely ink seeping into paper.

But Su Ming's hand trembled slightly.

A long-lost tremor, originating from the depths of his soul, traveled through the brush handle and spread throughout his body.

It was the imprint carved by thousands upon thousands of monotonous practice sessions during those days and nights at Hundred Refinements Peak, under dim oil lamps, amidst piles of cold scrap material.

This body lacked spiritual power and had not been tempered by spiritual energy, yet this imprint had long transcended the flesh, engraved into his consciousness.

The brush tip moved faster and faster.

The rudimentary form of a complex formation diagram slowly emerged on the paper.

Nine-Curve Solar Yang Formation - Variant.

This was the flash of inspiration he had in that instant during the second stage of the outer sect assessment. Using water to guide fire, transforming rigidity into softness.

it had appeared just like

imperfect, smudged, shaky lines on

intimate and solid to him than that perfect world

"My path..."

down the brush, gazing at

not lie within this perfect

these words

the study seemed to

candle flame, which had been burning with extreme stability, suddenly flickered violently, its flame elongating, turning into an eerie

up, calmly surveying

"Dissipate."

He said flatly.

earth-shattering explosion,

like a scroll being scorched by

desk began to twist, fade, transforming into countless tiny

paperweight rapidly lost its luster, turning into

the wall, the Persian

moment, all began collapsing silently

that imposing father... Their figures flashed one last time in Su Ming's mind, then

body also began to dissipate,

Cold.

cold enveloped

a

like a tide, swallowing that

eyes, a relieved smile curling at

...

Questioning Heart

that seemingly ordinary mountain rock, the atmosphere

the originally calm, water-like spiritual energy light screen, violent

had previously been emitting a soft, stable milky-white glow, slowly meandered at

brightness of the light

fluctuation frequency changed drastically, shifting from a deep, gentle rhythm

rapidly faded, replaced by

"This fluctuation..."

sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring fixedly at that violently trembling

yet not collapse, but rather...

Zhang Lie's perpetually cold,

the feedback a 'Basic Mode' illusion should have! When

"True Mode."

trace of incredulity in his tone.

"True Mode?!"

activated during assessments for inner sect core disciples, or even true disciples? This kid... he's just a menial disciple. How