Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 294: The New Formation of the Array Plate Shows Initial Signs of Power

"Are these old papers enough to exchange for this?" Su Ming extended the incense cake forward.

The old man's single remaining hand shot out, snatching the incense cake as if afraid Su Ming would change his mind, stuffing it into his robe and taking a deep breath. The pain on his face visibly eased considerably.

"Take them, take them all," the old man pointed at the stall on the ground, his tone still somewhat stiff but noticeably softened. "They're just worthless scrap paper nobody wants anyway. Keeping them would just attract bugs."

Su Ming didn't stand on ceremony, pocketing the scroll of parchment notes and several rubbing fragments.

Just as he was about to stand up and leave, the old man suddenly spoke. "Those notes... they record our exploration work outside the pass about a hundred li back then. I was still young back in those days, full of pride and ambition..."

Perhaps the incense cake had taken effect, or perhaps it had been too long since anyone was willing to listen to a crippled old man speak, but a crack had opened in the old man's floodgates of memory.

"Back then, deep underground in the 'Withered Stone Valley,' we discovered a strange spiritual energy void."

Su Ming's hands, which had been packing his things, paused slightly. "A spiritual energy void?"

"That's right." The old man narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in recollection. "In normal spiritual veins, spiritual energy flows. But there, it was as if the spiritual energy had been swallowed up by something out of thin air. Our chief elder back then used a high-grade detection disk to measure for three days and three nights, finally concluding it was an ancient remnant 'Insect Nest.'"

Su Ming's heartbeat skipped a beat."Insect Nest?" He tried to keep his voice sounding calm. "Then why wasn't it reported for cleanup?"

"It was reported." The old man curled his lip, revealing a mouthful of broken yellow teeth, his face full of mockery. "After the big shots above sent people to investigate, they said the insect swarm was in deep dormancy, and the rate at which it consumed the earth veins was extremely slow. The conclusion was: no cause for concern within three hundred years."

"Three hundred years..." Su Ming murmured in repetition.

A chill ran up Su Ming's spine.

"Many thanks for informing me, Elder." Su Ming cupped his hands in salute, then turned and melted into the crowd.

...

was less like a storage

spiritual energy overload, mixed with the stale odor of blood

were fractured, and some had

had cleared out a roughly ten-foot square space in a

lay upon it wasn't any precious artifact-forging furnace or cauldron, but rather a row of clay pots

his palm. He didn't rush to begin repairs with the brush. Instead, his five fingers moved rhythmically, threads of

the "Water Refining Method" he

lines. Su Ming's "Water Refining Method," drawing on the concepts of permeation and containment from the *Like Water Art*, used water spiritual

refining, it excelled in delicacy

his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu was lounging with his legs crossed, watching Su Ming's movements flit about like a butterfly weaving through flowers, lazily commenting, "This is what they call 'nothing but practice makes perfect.' Your current precision in spiritual energy control has improved by at least thirty percent compared to when you first arrived. However, disciple, you're repairing

I'm

corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but his hands never

the cracks on the formation plate visibly healed at a speed

state. Instead, he deliberately left a few inconsequential scorch marks

placing the repaired formation plate into a wooden crate on his left. It already held twenty neatly stacked plates. "If I repaired them to look like new, the Vessel

just two hours, he had already repaired thirty formation

shock any ordinary

a day at most, and even that would

on practiced skill, but also on his unique understanding of formation

taming the floods,

"That's about enough."

rubbed his slightly sore wrist, his gaze falling on the pile of small, black discs on the

to patrol squads. Their function was singular: they could only sense spiritual energy fluctuations within a

was scheduled for another rotation tomorrow to the most dangerous

a wolf-hair spirit brush. Dipping its tip into the dark blue spiritual ink, he began swiftly sketching on

he wasn't drawing repair runes, but an entirely

Lin Yu raised an eyebrow. "That's your home-protection formation. Even a simplified version far surpasses these