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.

long while, the sharpness in Elder Qingquan's eyes gradually receded, and the

principles. That is indeed

"It sounds more pleasing to the ear than those youngsters who constantly spout 'slaying demons and vanquishing monsters' or

Feng secretly breathed a

first hurdle was

you implemented in the Repair Hall, I

are destroying the very foundation of the path of formations, stripping formations of their spirit and turning them into dead objects. How do you respond to

was the

over

Ming set down the teacup, his

of formations is

formations, grand formations, are the glazed tiles on the roof, the flying eaves and bracket sets. They require

constitutes the main body of this tall tower are thousands upon thousands of the most

every single brick had to be

"Moreover..."

"If a genius like Senior Brother Luo were to be trapped all day in the repetitive labor of firing bricks and laying walls,

Senior Brother Luo, the difference between 'laying

a thoughtful light flashed in

cattail leaf fan in Elder Qingquan's

Ming for a long time, the gaze containing

analogy of firing

They only stare

point, Elder Qingquan took out a jade slip from his sleeve and gently placed

surface covered with

the moment Su Ming's divine sense touched it, he felt an extremely obscure,

sound, then let this old

Lost Trace Incomplete Formation.' This formation was obtained by this old man from an ancient cultivator's cave dwelling in my early years. Although it's only a fragment,