Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 301: Night Watch at the Mystic Ice Platform

The next morning, at the supply camp's management office.

The fat manager in charge of registration didn't even lift his eyelids, casually swiping Su Ming's token.

"Warehouse Bing cleanup completed. Fifty Military Merit points have been credited. Next."

Su Ming received the token with both hands, a humble smile hanging on his face. "Thank you, Manager."

He turned and walked out, his steps light and brisk.

"Is this kid an idiot?" The fat manager glanced at Su Ming's retreating back, muttering to the attendant beside him. "Picking through trash for seven days, only got fifty Military Merit points, and he's as happy as if he found treasure."

Su Ming walked out the door, hearing the discussion behind him, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing even wider.

Sunlight spilled onto the mottled city wall of Iron Wall Pass, somewhat glaring.

He squinted, looking at the towering formation pagoda piercing the clouds in the distance.

Only he himself knew that the youth who had been picking through the garbage heap had, last night, already grasped in his hand a thread capable of prying open the fate of this mighty fortress....

At midnight, Iron Wall Pass lay prostrate in the darkness of the Northern Border.

This was the "Celestial Pivot Position - Mystic Ice Platform," the formation core farthest from the heavens and with the most intense cold energy within the entire mountain-protecting grand formation.

Underfoot, the Mystic Iron floor tiles were inscribed with formation patterns that were no longer the common crimson or golden yellow, but shimmered with a ghostly blue glow, almost sickly pale.

That glow was not static, but pulsed like breathing, contracting and expanding in sync with the twinkling of the stars in the sky.

Su Ming tightened the fur at his collar, exhaling a white breath.

The white breath had just left his mouth by three inches before transforming into fine ice crystals, falling onto the formation plate with a "shasha" sound.

bring a stick to knock it

his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu huddled his

didn't respond, his gaze fixed intently on a

channel

liquid spiritual energy year-round, channeling excess cold, baleful energy out of the formation. But at this moment, a thick layer of white frost had formed at the bend of that diversion channel. The originally smooth flow of spiritual

this node would overload due

inferior to

out a fire talisman to forcefully roast it like a conventional Formation Master would. Using fire in such an extreme cold place was asking for death—under the drastic temperature change,

the index finger of his right hand, its tip not touching the layer of frost, but hovering

the Qihai of his Dantian, that pool of

water-attributed

nimble little snake, silently burrowing

melt it, but to

closed his eyes, sensing the internal texture of

the permeation of the "Like Water Art," the originally rigid ice crystal structure began to loosen, enveloped and disassembled by that highly resilient water spiritual energy, ultimately transforming into a semi-fluid mixture of ice and water that slid down along the

"Splash—"

out. The previously sluggish formation node instantly cleared, the ghostly blue light

"Interesting."

sounding like two pieces of coarse sandpaper

bear-skin coat leaning against a wind-sheltering stone pillar, holding

purplish-red scars left by frostbite. His left eye was ash-white, clearly lost on the battlefield. He was the veteran night watchman on duty with Su

this ice lump, their first reaction is to roast it with fire or chip at it with a chisel." Old Liu took a swig of strong liquor, his one good right

flatter me, Senior." Su Ming stood up, brushing the ice fragments from his clothes. "This junior's spiritual root leans towards

methods are good." Old Liu grinned, revealing a mouthful of broken, yellow teeth. "Here at Iron Wall Pass, clever methods often get you killed quickly. It's the clumsy ones that let a man

paid Su Ming no further mind, shrinking back into the shadow behind

and walking back to

Just as he was about to take advantage of this rare high-level formation core environment to contemplate the "Star Attraction Lines" he had obtained from the bronze

vibration was extremely slight. If Su Ming hadn't been maintaining the "observation micro state," he

"Hmm?"

Ming's pupils