Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 281: Only those who are alive are worthy to talk about Foundation

The morning light pierced through the smoke and dust that had accumulated over the pass, casting a bleak glow upon the ravaged city wall.

The Mystic Iron rock, after a night of fierce battle, had lost its usual cold, dark luster and was now covered in a layer of dark brown ice crystals.

That was the blood of demon beasts and cultivators mixed together, seeping into the cracks of the rock before freezing solid in the extreme cold of the Northern Border's dawn.

The air held no trace of freshness. Instead, it was thick with the smells of charred flesh, rust, and the lingering ashes of burnt talismans, a stench that tightened one's throat.

Several old soldiers from the logistics battalion, hunched over, were using iron shovels to clear the ground. The scraping of the shovel blades against the Mystic Iron rock produced a monotonous, grating sound, like fingernails scraping across bone.

Su Ming kept his head down, avoiding a puddle of not-yet-congealed entrails on the ground, and made his way toward the medical camp below the wall.

His hands were wrapped in thick bandages, covering the blisters from last night's spiritual energy backlash when he tried to cool down an overloaded formation plate.

Although he had applied the ointment Zhao Tiji gave him, the biting cold wind now made them throb with a fiery pain.

Lifting the heavy felt curtain of the medical camp, a strong smell of medicinal herbs assaulted his senses, mixed with the sound of suppressed groans.

Su Ming's gaze swept across the crowded stretchers before finally settling on a corner.

The sword cultivator who had saved him last night was lying on a simple wooden plank bed. His left shoulder was thickly bandaged with coarse cloth, a faint trace of crimson blood seeping through. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes tightly shut, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving he was still alive.

A medical cultivator was changing his dressing nearby. Seeing Su Ming approach, he merely glanced at the bandages on his hands and pointed to an empty spot. "Burns, go over there to get medicine. Don't block the way."

"I came to see him," Su Ming said softly.

The sword cultivator on the bed seemed to hear the movement. His eyelids fluttered a few times before slowly opening.

Once he recognized Su Ming, the corner of his mouth twitched as if trying to smile,

cultivator's voice was hoarse and

you, I didn't," Su Ming sat down on a small stool by the bed. He didn't offer empty platitudes about "repaying a life-saving debt." Instead, he simply took out a bottle of Reviving Spring Pills from his

a moment, then let out a scoffing laugh. The layer

he gave his name. "Wandering cultivator.

of

a slightly more comfortable position. "That sword strike last night wasn't to save you. I was aiming for that Iron-Feathered Eagle. The claws and beak of that beast are worth fifty Military Merit

Ming nodded.

suddenly turned sharp, like a rusty sword that still yearned to kill. "I've been stuck at Qi Refining perfection for ten years. If I don't come here to risk my life, I'll just be a handful of dirt in this lifetime. If

was flat, as if discussing what to

Ming looked

reason was cliché,

glory of humanity. There were only

broken,"

hand, resting by his side, twitched violently—a swordsman's

the slightly wrinkled hem of his robe. "I'll fix it for you. No spirit stones. Consider it payment

Ming a deep look. He didn't refuse, merely closed his eyes again. "Alright. Fix it if I'm

...

Pass seemed

sporadic harassment, the large-scale beast

life fell into an extremely rigid

on inspection rounds of the formations. Like a tireless spinning top, he shuttled

mechanically completed tasks. He began proactively taking on some of the

Yu's guidance, he devised a little trick called a "Fluid Heat Dissipation Circuit"—using a few discarded Crimson Gold pipes

invention, he directly promoted its use throughout the Third Squad's defensive sector. It

Ming's reputation

now greeted Su Ming warmly with "Brother