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.

...

less like a storage

after spiritual energy overload, mixed with the stale odor of blood and the cold hardness of

had missing corners, some were fractured, and some had their central formation

a roughly ten-foot square space

middle. What lay upon it wasn't any precious artifact-forging furnace or cauldron, but rather a row of clay pots of varying sizes, several homemade wolf-hair spirit brushes, and an inkstone filled with freshly ground, specially prepared spiritual ink that shimmered with a dark

hand held a void grip. A "Heavy Earth Shield" formation plate, riddled with cracks, hovered above his palm. He didn't rush to begin repairs with the brush. Instead, his five fingers moved rhythmically, threads of dark blue spiritual energy seeping from

precisely the "Water Refining Method" he had devised

lines. Su Ming's "Water Refining Method," drawing on the concepts of permeation and containment

intensity of fire refining, it excelled in delicacy and gentleness, not harming

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

I'm

of Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but

permeated, the cracks on the formation plate visibly healed at a speed discernible to the naked

he didn't repair it to a brand-new state. Instead, he deliberately left a few inconsequential scorch marks along the edges, making it look

plate into a wooden crate on his left. It already held twenty neatly stacked plates. "If I

just two hours, he had already repaired thirty

likely shock any ordinary assistant cultivator

five plates a day at most, and even that would

his unique understanding of formation structures—he didn't aim for perfect restoration,

Yu the Great taming the floods, blocking was

"That's about enough."

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

"Warning Discs" issued to patrol squads. Their function was singular: they could only sense

Tiji's Third Squad was scheduled for another rotation tomorrow to the most dangerous flank position

pondered for a moment, then picked up a wolf-hair spirit brush. Dipping its tip into

drawing repair runes,

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