Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 276: Earth Vein Anomaly and Remnant Array

Su Ming took the token, its touch warm and smooth.

One thousand military merit points.

In the rear, one would have to complete ten tedious formation plate repair tasks to earn this much.

Walking out of the command post, the wind outside seemed even stronger.

Zhao Tiji walked ahead, remaining silent the entire way.

Only when they returned to the third squad's defense sector did he stop, turn around, and look at Su Ming.

His rock-like, cold, and hard face held a somewhat complex expression.

"Just now in front of the Commandant, you didn't shirk responsibility, nor did you claim credit for being the one who discovered it," Zhao Tiji said in a muffled voice.

Su Ming smiled, straightening his wind-ruffled robe hem. "I'm a soldier brought up by the squad leader. The squad leader's oversight is my dereliction of duty. Fixing it was just our squad's good luck."

This was the wisdom of the "Way of Survival."In the workplace, especially on a battlefield where death could come at any moment, stepping on your superior to climb higher was the dumbest move.

Giving face to your superior while pocketing the actual benefits (military merit) for yourself was the strategy for long-term survival.

Zhao Tiji stared at Su Ming for a long moment, then suddenly grinned, the scar on his face twisting with the motion, making him look somewhat ferocious, yet also adding a touch of sincerity.

He extended his large, palm-fan-like hand and gave Su Ming's shoulder a heavy pat.

"You, kid, you're alright."

Zhao Tiji's voice no longer carried the explosive edge it had before. "Don't call me 'squad leader' anymore. In private, call me Brother Zhao. On this stretch of wall, as long as Brother Zhao still has a breath in him, no one will be able to lay a finger on you, Brother Su."

Su Ming swayed from the pat, grimacing as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Then, many thanks, Brother Zhao."

In his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu clicked his tongue in admiration. "Not bad, disciple. That move of 'returning good for evil' was played smoothly. Now you've firmly established your footing within this small group."

Su Ming watched Zhao Tiji's retreating back, his gaze clear.

"This isn't about playing tricks," Su Ming said inwardly. "In a place like this, having one more comrade willing to take a blade for you is more useful than having one more magical implement."

tightened his grip on the military merit token in

thousand points short of fifty

road ahead is long

you spacing out for? Chow time!" Zhao Tiji's booming voice came from afar. "There's second-tier savage beef

"Coming!"

Ming responded and quickly

......

the Bing District were black, a hue born from years of erosion

blunt knives scraping against that precarious, shimmering curtain. Inside the

flickering oil lamp cast a dim, bean-sized

meditation cushion, eyes closed, his right index finger lightly resting on

talisman transmitted extremely faint tremors in

"Thump... thump-thump... thump..."

through the ears; it traveled directly through his finger bones, striking against his

and thirty-seventh

changed. Earlier in the night, it was three long, one short. Now it's two short, one rapid, and the epicenter's location has shifted about thirty zhang towards the 'Celestial

mid-air, holding a non-existent, illusory notebook,

voice carried a note of certainty. "When an earth vein shifts, it's a grand, sweeping movement, like a person turning over in sleep—heavy and slow.

gnawing at

like ancient subterranean demonic creatures," Lin Yu corrected. "According to a marginal note in that 'Northern Border Strange Tales Record' from the Scripture Depository, there's a type of low-tier demon beast called the 'Earth-Devouring Hog' that loves to eat rock layers associated with

finger,

opened his eyes, looking at the flickering oil lamp. "Individually, these creatures aren't scary. What's terrifying is them swarming together to hollow out the foundation underground. If a beast tide arrives one day, and fighting erupts above

grim. Su Ming didn't dare continue

inscribed the vibration frequency, location, and intensity he

"This is evidence."

will believe it.

his gaze to the cyan jade slip resting on his

"Eight Gates Lost Trace Incomplete Formation" gifted by

faint glow. In

hundred and eighth

adjusted his sitting posture, straightening his

spare moment, he would immerse his divine sense into

result was a retreat

"Let's begin."

sense poured forth like quicksilver,

before his eyes