Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 291: Only those who are alive are worthy to talk about Foundation Establishment

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.

They were very ordinary eyes, filled with exhaustion and a hint of the numbness that follows a narrow escape. Once he recognized Su Ming, the corner of his mouth twitched as if trying to smile, but the movement tugged at his wound, turning it into a sharp intake of breath.

die," the sword cultivator's voice was hoarse

He didn't offer empty platitudes about "repaying a life-saving debt." Instead, he simply took out a bottle of Reviving Spring Pills

scoffing laugh. The layer of

he gave his name.

disciple of the Cloud Hidden

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

nodded.

suddenly turned sharp, like a rusty sword that still yearned to kill. "I've been stuck at Qi Refining perfection for ten

was flat, as if discussing what to eat for

Ming looked

reason was cliché, yet

fighting for the glory of humanity. There were only gamblers like Chen

sword is broken," Su Ming suddenly

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

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

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

...

days, Iron Wall Pass seemed to return to its

harassment, the large-scale beast tides

into

day, he followed Zhao Tiji on inspection rounds of the formations. Like a tireless spinning top, he

completed tasks. He began proactively taking on some of the more complex

"Water Method Bonding" grew increasingly proficient. Even under Lin Yu's guidance, he devised a little trick called a "Fluid Heat Dissipation Circuit"—using a few discarded Crimson Gold pipes to build a simple water

defensive sector. It saved quite a few of his brothers from shedding

of this, Su Ming's reputation within the

over scrap materials before, now greeted Su Ming warmly with "Brother Su" and eagerly shoved good tobacco and