Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 300: Starlight in the Garbage Heap

At night, in Stone House Number Seven, Sector C.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, the bronze fragment placed on the low table before him.

The restrictive formations within the stone house were fully activated, and he had even temporarily lowered the sensitivity of the "Earth Hearing" device to avoid interference.

"How do I do this?" Su Ming looked at the fragment that seemed as if it might crumble to dust at any moment, somewhat at a loss.

"Its current state is like a piece of paper half-burned by fire, it'll shatter at the slightest touch," Lin Yu floated opposite him. "Nurture it. Use your water spiritual energy, seep it inside, 'support' those formation lines that are about to collapse and scatter."

Lin Yu gestured with his hand. "It's like... like when you played with mud as a kid, if you wanted to knead a lump of mud that was about to dry and crack back together, you had to add water. But you couldn't add too much, and you couldn't rush it. You had to moisten it bit by bit."

Su Ming nodded thoughtfully.

He took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing.

Within his Dantian's Qihai, that pool of deep blue spiritual liquid began to slowly rotate.

Su Ming extended his right hand, index and middle fingers pressed together, hovering three inches above the fragment."Go."

A strand of water spiritual energy, ten times finer than a strand of hair, slowly descended from his fingertip.

It didn't directly touch the fragment, but instead swirled around it, forming an extremely thin layer of blue mist.

The moment the mist made contact with the fragment's surface, the previously dead, inert bronze material actually emitted an extremely faint, almost inaudible "hum."

It was the sound of a traveler parched for a thousand years encountering the first drop of sweet dew.

"Steady!" Lin Yu barked in a low voice. "Don't give it too much!"

A layer of fine sweat instantly beaded on Su Ming's forehead.

This was more exhausting than repairing formations on the battlefield.

He had to constantly sense the structural changes within the fragment. One iota too much spiritual energy, and the fragile internal balance of the fragment would be broken. One iota too little, and he couldn't stop the dissipation of its spiritual nature.

That strand of spiritual energy was like a silkworm spinning silk, bit by bit, extremely slowly, seeping into the fragment's interior.

One quarter-hour, two quarter-hours, one full hour...

Su Ming's face began to pale, a sign of excessive mental exertion.

fingers began to

best way to

Ming gritted his teeth, the words squeezing

"Water is tenacity."

water still flows. The reason water isn't severed isn't because it's soft, but because it has viscosity, tension, a kind of unending 'tenacity.' You need to

Ming closed his

Sea, that strand of spiritual energy thread, which had originally been somewhat insubstantial,

longer a simple flow of energy, but began

fill them, but to connect. To "bridge" those broken lines

The night passed.

the morning light shone through the cracks in

previous feeling of brittleness, as if it might crumble

Ming slowly withdrew

didn't feel tired. Instead, he felt a warmth within his Dantian. The previously somewhat sluggish circulation

"This feeling..."

looked down at his hands, gently clenching his

clearly feel that the moisture in the surroundings seemed to have become an extension of his

"Is this 'tenacity'?"

Ming murmured to

the next seven days, aside from clocking in at the warehouse and

patient seamstress, using spiritual energy as

monotonous and high-intensity micro-manipulation brought his divine sense to the brink of exhaustion several times. But each time

late at night on the

"Click."

sound came from within the

more like the sound of

eyes

mid-air. The three previously blurry lines now glowed with a silvery-white

dazzling, but carried an indescribable depth. It was as if they were three miniature

invisible gravitational

table, the brush stand, even the dust on the hem of Su Ming's clothes, were all subjected to a certain pull, tilting slightly towards the direction of the

"Succeeded!"

thigh. "Star Attraction Lines! These are the most primitive gravitational formation

Su Ming didn't speak.

stared fixedly at those three silver

that light, the "Like Water Art" within his body seemed to

now began to spin wildly