Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 239

Chapter 239: The Power of Dripping Water

The thirty-seventh failure.

Su Ming gasped heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, his face somewhat pale.

Using water to simulate the characteristics of metal was far more difficult than he had imagined. Water's nature is inherently soft; forcibly making it rigid was like trying to carve steel needles out of tofu—apply a little too much force and it would shatter.

"Wrong, the approach is still too narrow."

Lin Yu sighed, his phantom figure floating to Su Ming's side, looking at the puddle of water on the ground. "You've been trying to change the 'shape' of the water, wanting to turn it into a blade, into a sword. But is a blade or sword sharp because of its shape? No, it's because of the material's density and hardness."

"Your spiritual energy is too 'loose'."

Lin Yu pointed at Su Ming's Dantian. "The Like Water Art gives your spiritual energy endurance, but it also makes you accustomed to 'flowing'. Now, forget about flowing. Imagine your spiritual energy is a bowstring stretched to its limit, or a spring compressed to the bottom."

"At the moment this 'Sharp' character rune is inscribed, what you need to do is not 'draw', but 'compress'."

"Compress?" Su Ming murmured to himself.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and once again mobilized a ball of water spiritual energy.This time, he didn't rush to outline the rune's lines.

He controlled that ball of water spiritual energy and began to collapse it inward.

One inch, then another.

The originally fist-sized water sphere was compressed to the size of an egg, its color changing from transparent to a deep, dark blue.

Su Ming felt resistance; intense repulsive force began to generate within the water spiritual energy, as if trying to bounce his divine sense away.

"Not enough! Compress more!" Lin Yu shouted from the side. "That little pressure isn't even enough to water a spirit herb! Want to kill someone? Compress until you can barely control it!"

Su Ming gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck.

Shrink... for me!

single drop of water now was a deep blue, almost black, heavy

Now!

that flowing, cloud-like drawing method, but with a resolute, almost vicious intensity as if trying to tear through

"Sharp!"

stroke fell, that water droplet compressed to its extreme seemed to find a

Whoosh—!

only an extremely faint yet piercingly sharp whistle that seemed to

flashed through the

Thud.

a three-inch-thick blue granite slate

was clear through front to back, its edges smooth as a mirror, without the slightest

stared blankly at that hole, his finger still maintaining

one-tenth of the spiritual energy within his body had been drained, but the destructive power caused by this energy was more terrifying than the

the 'sharpness' of water?" Su

"That's more like it."

off and the compression efficiency is just passable, this is the threshold of 'offensive combat'. Remember this feeling,

a long breath and plopped down onto the meditation cushion. Although his body was

driven the first

Ming looked at the hole,

Yu stroked his chin. "Call it 'Spirit-Startling Thrust'. A bit corny, but sounds

stain on the floor. "It originates from water and is extremely restrained. Let's

if this drop of water weighs a thousand jun,

again mobilizing the remaining spiritual energy within his

"Again!"

...

the Administration Hall, the afternoon sunlight was filtered of its heat by the thick window paper, leaving only a layer of dim yellow light illuminating the dust motes floating in

long desk piled with archives, dipped his fingertip in a bit of clear water, and turned a page of

as the Formation Peak Candidate

power, nor was he immediately

material consumption for the past half-year from the three external halls under the Formation Peak's jurisdiction: "Refining", "Forging",

this tea has gone cold. Shall this humble

face. When he smiled, his

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