Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 287: Trivial Matters in the Camp

The lamp flame in the stone hut was as small as a bean, stretching Su Ming's shadow into a long, thin, and flickering shape.

The green jade slip in his hand remained warm and smooth, but the impatience in Su Ming's eyes had already faded, replaced by a kind of almost cruel calmness.

"Master, you are right."

Su Ming slowly withdrew his divine sense, no longer trying to correct those chaotic nodes, nor forcibly sorting out those spiritual flows that defied the Five Elements, "This formation is like an old man struggling on his deathbed, with all his meridians spasming. If I try to set his bones straight according to the meridian chart in a medical book right now, I'm afraid he'll stop breathing the moment I lay a hand on him."

Within his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu floated cross-legged, holding that illusory notebook in his hands, a 'teachable' curve lifting the corner of his mouth: "Finally getting it. Faced with such a mess, the first step is never to repair, but to—establish records and observe."

Su Ming fished out a blank recording stone from his storage pouch.

He condensed a wisp of water spiritual energy as fine as a hair at his fingertip. Instead of directly inscribing a rune, he acted like threading a needle, gently connecting the recording stone's core crystal to the edge of the jade slip.

"Water Mirror technique, transfer."

Su Ming uttered a low command.

The surface of the recording stone rippled like water, and immediately after, the image of the wildly dancing spiritual energy nodes from within the jade slip was projected onto the recording stone and faithfully engraved.This time, Su Ming was no longer a participant, but an observer.

He watched as those light points representing spiritual energy collided, annihilated, and regenerated in the void.

"Three changes per breath, the collapse of the Qian Position triggers a surge in the Li Position, seemingly chaotic..." Su Ming stared at the image, his fingers unconsciously tapping on his knee, "But if you stretch the timeline to half an hour, this kind of surge has occurred exactly twelve times."

"That's the pattern." Lin Yu said lazily, "As long as it's still operating, even if it's operating incorrectly, it must follow some underlying logic."

Ming didn't speak, silently sealing the first record and

not to rush to solve Elder Qingquan's

...

Half a month later.

as chewing a piece of

within the sect, only the never-ending black

long open space enclosed by high walls. It was piled high with discarded formation plates replaced from the city walls, broken spiritual energy conduits, and various

spiritual energy conduits were old

moment, the air was filled with a sickeningly sweet smell—the unique odor of highly concentrated spiritual liquid after

I saw this Crimson

shattered the backyard's

soldiers wearing greasy formation robes were confronting each other like

tightly clutching a dark red metal pipe about half a person's length; the one on the right was missing half an

the Star Pattern Steel replaced from the 'Heavenly Pivot Position.' This time, it's our Second Squad's turn!" the half-eared old soldier cursed, "Even though this Crimson Gold pipe is cracked, if you cut it up, you can still

camp has always been 'the quick get, the slow get none'!" Pockmarked Zhao didn't yield an inch, the spiritual pressure around him faintly fluctuating—he was actually an old hand at the

cultivators had gathered around to watch the commotion. Some were egging them on, while others watched with

Ming had just finished reporting his work from Zhao Tiji's stone hut and

didn't want to

Iron Wall Pass, "meddling" often meant trouble, and trouble often meant

was about to detour, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the Crimson Gold pipe that had caused the

identical to the "Type C, Third Pattern Brittle Fracture" he had categorized while

half taels, far from enough for the two to split evenly. However, if cut into specific shapes, it would be perfect for repairing a common

vague idea took shape