Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 272: A Hundred Boats Race Across the Sea of ​​Clouds

Su Ming took the leather pouch; it felt heavy in his hand.

Su Ming was ecstatic inside, but on his face, he maintained an expression of gratitude as he solemnly put it away.

"Many thanks for Senior Brother and Senior Sister's generous gift."

Su Ming then took out the two jade boxes he had prepared long ago from his own pack and handed them over.

"This junior brother has little of value, only these 'Heart-Clearing Incense Cakes' I personally prepared these past few days. They are made from those mutated Silver-Spotted Heart-Clearing Orchids in Clear Stream Valley. They have a slight effect on calming the mind, settling the will, and alleviating divine sense fatigue."

Looking at the dark circles under their eyes, Su Ming smiled and said, "Both Senior Brother and Senior Sister have just emerged from the secret realm, your divine senses have been strained for too long. This item might help you both get a good night's sleep."

Qingfeng took the jade box and gently opened it a crack.

An ethereal, cold, and tranquil fragrance instantly wafted out. Just a whiff of it noticeably eased the needle-like throbbing pain at the center of his brow.

"This..." A flicker of surprise passed through Qingfeng's eyes. "Such pure medicinal potency. Junior Brother Su, you are very thoughtful."

Mingyue took a deep breath, her previously somewhat irritable expression visibly relaxing. "I feel alive again... This scent is truly wonderful. Junior Brother Su, this gift is much better than spirit stones!"They exchanged a knowing smile.

There was no excessive small talk, nor any grand declarations.

In this bustling corner of the Internal Affairs Hall, an exchange concerning future plans was completed amidst seemingly casual conversation.

"Take care." Qingfeng patted Su Ming's shoulder.

"The Northern Frontier is bitterly cold. Come back alive." Mingyue waved her hand.

Su Ming clasped his hands in farewell, turned, and walked towards the main gate.

Sunlight streamed in from outside the door, casting his shadow long on the floor.

the Cloud Cliff Token inside his robe, then pressed on the leather pouch filled with Wood Demon cores. "The home front is

voice was uncharacteristically serious.

......

Cloud Hidden Sect's mountain gate plaza was now shrouded by a

the main structure, was covered in layers of bluish-black Mystic Iron armor. Dense, intricate runes shimmered with a

people, disciples from each peak

cultivators led restless spirit beasts. The clamor was suppressed to a very low hum by

the gray short tunic symbolizing a Technical Assistant Repair Specialist, utterly inconspicuous. He looked up at the behemoth, his fingers subconsciously rubbing against his sleeve

pretty sturdy," Su Ming said in

echoed in the Consciousness Sea, carrying a touch of professional nitpicking. "Look at the rune brightness at the keel joints, it's thirty percent dimmer than the surrounding areas, indicating

"Remember this, disciple. On these large-scale transports, the front cabin is for the big shots to put on airs, the rear cabin is for cannon fodder to cushion the blow. Only the middle section, near the core power furnace, has the most stable structure, the thickest

adjusted his position within the ranks, ensuring he could secure a corner spot towards the inner part

"Board the vessel!"

the command, thousands of disciples, like ants returning to their nest,

crowded than expected. The Technical Battalion was assigned to the third deck, surrounded by thick soundproofing barriers. The air was filled with the smell of aged spirit stone dust and

right against it and sat down. He skillfully pulled out a safety belt—a rope

from Pill Cauldron Peak nearby cast strange glances, whispering among themselves, "Why

Ming ignored them, closing his eyes

"Boom—"

jolted violently, a massive pushing force pressing against their backs. The Cloud-Piercing Shuttle

through

tremor still traveled through their bones, resonating throughout their

isn't something you encounter often in Clear Stream Valley. Try

His right index finger slightly curled, a wisp of dark blue water spiritual energy coalescing at his

miniature "Minor Heavenly Cycle Water Rhythm - Control"

moment his fingertip touched the window frame, the flying vessel lurched

"Pfft."

barely-formed rune instantly dissipated. The spiritual energy backlash sent a numbing shock through Su Ming's