Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 303: A slow and steady wins the race

For three consecutive days, the wind and snow had wrapped Iron Wall Pass into a colossal silver beast. Only the "Ancient Formation Repair Workshop" under the jurisdiction of the Vessel Hall remained a seething cauldron of heat.

Located above an underground lava cave in the southeast corner of the pass, it drew earth fire year-round for forging.

As the heavy Mystic Iron door was pushed open just a crack, a wave of heat, laced with the smell of scorching and the clang of metal on stone, rushed out. It instantly licked the ice crystals clinging to Su Ming's hair into wisps of steam.

Su Ming had just finished handing over his watch duty at the Mysterious Ice Platform when an urgent order transferred him here.

"That new formation master? Come here."

The speaker was a middle-aged cultivator dressed in dark red work clothes. His ruddy face looked perpetually seared by furnace flames, his hands were covered in thick calluses, and a purple-gold hammer of unknown material hung at his waist.

This man was precisely the Vessel Hall steward in charge of the ancient formation repairs here, Zheng Tieshou.

For Zheng Tieshou, the only standard was whether you could do the work; all other empty titles were bullshit.

He pointed to a stone table piled with scrap in a corner of the workshop. "There's a tricky job over there. A damaged part of the 'Minor Dutian Thunder Roar Formation' sent over from Bing Battalion. Normally, this job wouldn't fall to you, but these past few days, the demon beast attacks have been intense. All the old hands in the hall have been pulled away to repair the main nodes of the mountain-protecting formation. First, go clean off the charred layer on the outside. Don't damage the patterns inside."

Su Ming looked in the direction he pointed.Lying horizontally on that stone table was a half-section of charred-black wooden pillar, roughly the thickness of a bucket. Its surface was covered in cracked fissures, through which faint purple lightning could be seen flickering, emitting crackling bursts of sound.

This was the core formation base of the "Minor Dutian Thunder Roar Formation."

Su Ming took a few steps closer, his nose twitching as he caught an extremely pungent smell of sulfur mixed with rotten wood.

"Tsk, can this thing still be called a formation?" Lin Yu's voice sounded lazily in the Consciousness Sea. "It's practically burnt to charcoal. The 'Thunderstruck Wood' inside has been completely devoured by backlash from the thunder-fire energy."

Su Ming didn't speak, merely circling the charred wood twice, his brow slightly furrowed.

in the air to sense the

said, the interior of this formation

ancient formation from hundreds of years ago. Its formation lines were archaic and unadorned, emphasizing natural unity. If new wood were forcibly inserted, the spiritual energy conduction would inevitably suffer gaps. Not only would its power be greatly reduced, but the

hesitate to start, Zheng Tieshou walked over, a boning knife in hand, his tone somewhat impatient. "If you can't do it, go help the apprentices

"Steward misunderstands."

nearly carbonized, and the ancient patterns have long since fused with the wood grain. Using a knife to excise it would certainly damage the foundation. This disciple

into the chopping block with a thud, sinking it three

Thunder Roar Formation' has dual thunder-fire attributes, the most violent kind. Besides excising the necrotic parts and re-inlaying new material, what other method could there be? Do you plan to conjure wood

pouch, along with several pieces of ore glowing with

Tieshou's brow

didn't offer excessive explanation. He simply moved a stone mortar from the corner and tossed those pieces of "Azure Thunder Sand" into

use a pestle. Instead, his right hand pressed down emptily, a cluster of dark blue water spiritual energy surging

spiritual energy didn't directly impact the ore. Instead, it transformed into countless fine vortices, enveloping the Azure Thunder Sand within. The water flow spun at high

time than it took to drink a cup of tea, the hard Azure Thunder Sand had turned into a pool of cyan slurry, fine and smooth as

for messing around—using a water method to handle thunder-attribute materials was a major taboo in

just as he opened his mouth,

left index finger, an extremely thin thread of water snaked out like a spirit serpent, gently touching that charred-black

Sizzle—!

the expected violent explosion, only a faint white

intensely focused at this moment, the depths of his pupils

it was like a

Water moistens all things.

crumbling carbonized layer, under the infiltration

after, Su Ming waved his right hand. That cluster of cyan thunder-sand slurry, guided

new thunder-attribute material, bit by bit displacing the useless dead ash, while simultaneously reconnecting

"This…"

sides. His eyes, perpetually hazy from