Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 282: 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.

leather pouch filled with Wood Demon cores. "The home front is secured, and

Yu's voice was uncharacteristically

......

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

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

people, disciples from each peak assembled according to

cultivators carried huge medicine baskets, beast taming cultivators led restless spirit beasts.

into the "Formation Maintenance Battalion" ranks, wearing the gray short tunic symbolizing a Technical Assistant Repair Specialist, utterly inconspicuous. He looked up at the behemoth, his fingers subconsciously rubbing against

this thing looks pretty sturdy," Su Ming said

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 a blockage in spiritual energy conduction. And look at the tail fin's counterweight, clearly sacrificing maneuverability for greater cargo capacity. This is a flying iron coffin. Fortunately,

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

he imperceptibly adjusted his position within the ranks, ensuring

"Board the vessel!"

like ants returning to their nest, filed

was assigned to the third deck, surrounded by thick soundproofing barriers. The air was filled with the smell of aged spirit stone

down. He skillfully pulled out a safety belt—a rope he

glances, whispering among themselves, "Why is this Formation Peak junior brother tying himself

Ming ignored them, closing his

"Boom—"

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

flying vessel pierced through the cloud layers, the surrounding air currents crashing against

the vibrations, that high-frequency tremor still traveled through their bones, resonating throughout their

reminded. "This kind of bumpy environment isn't something you encounter often in Clear

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

trying to set up a miniature "Minor Heavenly Cycle Water Rhythm - Control" formation on the small, palm-sized window in front of

moment his fingertip touched the window frame, the

"Pfft."

instantly dissipated. The spiritual energy backlash sent a numbing shock