Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 293: Old Stories from the Camp Market

On the evening of the third day, Su Ming returned to the Spirit Pivot Hall carrying a jade slip densely carved with data.

"Elder Mo, this disciple has a solution."

Su Ming wasted no time on pleasantries, directly sketching a new formation diagram in the air.

He hadn't altered any of the core runes of that old hub, not even touching the outer shell.

He had simply connected a strange device, only the size of a palm, in parallel downstream of the hub, which was the necessary path for the spiritual energy's return flow.

The interior of that device was carved with dense, intricate spiral patterns, like a miniature whirlpool.

"What is this?" Elder Mo narrowed his eyes.

"This disciple calls it a 'Spirit Vortex Stabilizing Stone'," Su Ming pointed at the whirlpool. "Since the main hub cannot withstand excessive spiritual pressure impacts, we add a 'force dissipation point' behind it. When the spiritual pressure becomes too high, the excess spiritual energy will automatically flow into this vortex, where its kinetic energy is consumed through high-speed rotation, becoming docile, before flowing back into the main channel."

"It's like... digging a reservoir beside a turbulent river channel."

Elder Mo stared at the diagram for a long time without speaking.His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm growing faster and faster. As a master who had immersed himself in the path of formations for a century, he saw the brilliance of this solution at a glance—extremely low risk, extremely low cost, not touching the foundation, yet cleverly resolving the stubborn ailment.

"Go and test it." Elder Mo's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.

Half an hour later.

When that rather unremarkable "Spirit Vortex Stabilizing Stone" was installed in place and the formation began operating again, the heavy, rumbling sound from the old hub gradually became soft and smooth.

On the nearby spiritual pressure monitor, the needle that had long hovered near the red line steadily dropped back into the safe zone.

Efficiency increased by twenty percent, risk almost reduced to zero.

Elder Mo stood before the formation hub, reaching out to stroke the cold metal shell, sensing the smooth flow of spiritual energy within. After a long while, he let out a deep sigh.

generation

used a clever trick," Su Ming

clever trick?" Elder Mo shook his head, his expression turning solemn. "Do

tentatively offered, "Act according to the momentum, guide the

is merely technique, not the true

his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the dome of the Spirit Pivot Hall as if looking into the endless void. "This old man has devoted a lifetime of study and only glimpsed the surface. The true path of formations is: 'See the formation as a long river, do not seek its source, but observe its momentum. Knowing

seek its source, but observe its momentum..." Su Ming murmured the words, feeling as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through his

broken formations, he had been trying to trace the origins and

Elder Mo's words had opened a

had their own momentum, why must one stubbornly obsess over the clarity or turbidity of the source? As long as

substance. Disciple, you must carve these words into your bones. This is the highest form of the 'Way of Survival'—not fighting head-on against the

understanding of formations that

the gradually brightening light in Su Ming's eyes, Elder Mo nodded

said, "For this improvement, five

a deep breath and saluted solemnly. "Thank

seemed to have lessened somewhat. Su Ming gripped the cold token in his hand, yet his heart was burning. He knew that from this moment on, at Iron Wall Pass,

Lin Yu rubbed his hands together within the Consciousness Sea. "One step closer to the Earth Vein Spirit Milk. But disciple, that 'sudden enlightenment' expression you

touched the corner of Su Ming's mouth. He gathered his sleeves and quickly merged into

that wasn't

"I truly understood."

......

Wall Pass, only this wind-sheltered slope located behind

hushed conversations and the occasional clang of

often just an animal skin spread on the ground, and the items displayed carried a distinct air of bloodshed—broken fragments of magic swords, shriveled eyeballs of unknown demon beasts, inner

currency, they were far less sought-after than life-preserving talismans and

gray robe around himself, lowering his

with a Pill Cauldron Peak disciple attached

his gaze