Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 267: The Remnant Eight Gates Mystery Formation

This question came abruptly, yet it was perfectly reasonable.

If he answered "to serve the sect loyally" or "to pursue the Great Dao," it would be too vague and hypocritical; if he answered "to earn money," it would seem worldly and vulgar.

The fingers Su Ming held the teacup with tightened slightly.

Within his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu, for once, did not crack jokes and remained silent.

This was Su Ming's own path; he had to answer it himself.

Su Ming raised his head, meeting Elder Qingquan's gaze with clear and frank eyes.

"Reporting to Elder, this disciple cultivates formations, initially for just two words—to live."

Luo Feng's eyelid twitched slightly beside him.

Many scenes flashed before Su Ming's eyes: the suffocating pressure of Zhao Qianshan's Foundation Establishment aura on the riverbank, the cold touch of the chains in the Imperial Prison, the scrutinizing gaze he felt walking on thin ice when he first entered the sect.

His voice was calm: "This disciple comes from the mortal world. I have witnessed the oppression of power and experienced life being as cheap as grass. Cultivating formations was the only tangible 'power' I could find and grasp at that time. This disciple's aptitude is mediocre, with no family background to rely on. Cultivating formations is to have a skill to rely on, to be able to control my own destiny in this world of cultivation, and not drift aimlessly like duckweed."Elder Qingquan's face remained expressionless, only his fingers lightly tapping the stone table: "And after that?"

"After that..."

Su Ming glanced at the koi swimming in the pond, his voice softening, "Once this disciple can establish myself and secure a stable life, I wish to use the eye of formations to glimpse the wonders of this world. To see why the wind rises, why the water flows, to see if the principles governing the operation of all things in this world truly have discernible patterns, just like formation lines."

The courtyard fell into brief silence.

Only the "ding-dong" sound of water pouring from the bamboo tube knocked against their hearts, one drop at a time.

receded, and the corner of his mouth

glimpse principles. That

the ear than those youngsters who constantly spout 'slaying demons and vanquishing monsters' or 'acting on behalf of

secretly breathed a sigh of

hurdle was

at the Repair Hall token at Su Ming's waist: "That 'standardization' system you implemented in the Repair Hall, I have seen it. Dismantling formation lines so that even

formations of their spirit and

the real

over

the teacup,

path of

stretched out his hand, gesturing on the stone table, "Those exquisitely ingenious ancient formations, grand formations, are the glazed tiles on the roof, the flying eaves and

main body of this tall tower are thousands upon thousands of

steady and forceful, "This disciple's 'standardization' is about firing these bricks. If every single brick had to be

"Moreover..."

Ming paused, glancing at Luo Feng beside him, "If a genius like Senior Brother Luo were to be trapped all day in the repetitive labor of firing bricks and laying walls, that would be a waste of talent. Entrusting the foundation to

the distinction you once taught Senior Brother Luo, the difference between 'laying the foundation'

light flashed in Luo

in

Ming for a long time, the gaze containing less

firing bricks and capping the

slightly, sighing, "How many old-timers within the sect, cultivating for a lifetime, have a vision less clear than a little Qi Refining youngster like you. They only stare at those few glazed tiles,

from his sleeve and gently placed it on

jade slip was entirely bluish-gray, its surface covered with

he felt an extremely

reasoning is sound, then let this old

Formation.' This formation was obtained by this old man from an ancient cultivator's cave dwelling in my early years.