Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 311: Extra Income

If it had been any other time, with a strike like that, Zhao Tiji's arm would definitely have been left slightly numb from the impact.

But this time, Zhao Tiji didn't budge an inch.

The moment the back of the blade made contact with the shield's surface, that layer of deep blue water-light suddenly rippled outwards, just like a stone thrown into a lake. That fierce, violent impact force followed the ripples, rapidly spreading to the very edges of the shield before finally dissipating into nothingness.

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Tiji cursed, looking at his own arm with an expression of utter disbelief. "No feeling? It really doesn't shake my hand at all!"

Old Liu was also stunned, touching his own blade. "This talisman... is godly."

"The defensive power hasn't decreased, but this kind of vibration sensation has been reduced by at least thirty percent." Zhao Tiji couldn't stop fondling the shield, his gaze more affectionate than when looking at the girls of Cuihong Tower. "Brother Su, how the hell did you come up with this? With this one paste, this dead hunk of iron instantly came to life!"

"The main thing is saving effort." Su Ming smiled. "On the battlefield, saving a bit of effort means you can get in one more slash."

"Right! Exactly right!" Zhao Tiji slapped his thigh hard, his face flushed red with excitement all the way to his neck. "Brother Su, do you have more of these talismans? Make me a few more! From now on in Bing Battalion, if anyone dares to bully you, I'll wring their head off and kick it like a ball!"

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the others in the barracks tent.When those few old soldiers personally tried out that "enhanced" shield, the look in their eyes when they turned to Su Ming instantly changed.

It was the look of a starving wolf spotting fresh meat, a bachelor seeing a potential wife.

"Little Master Su! Make one for me too! My heart protector mirror grinds painfully against my chest every time it gets hit!"

"Brother Su, my boots are too heavy, can you also paste one of those force-dispersing talismans on them? I could run faster when retreating too!"

"Scram, scram, what's the point with boots! Master Su, look at my blade first, the handle shakes my hand too much, the Tiger's Gate cracks after too much chopping!"

The originally quiet corner was instantly surrounded by a crowd of burly, rough men, packed so tightly not a drop of water could leak through.

Su Ming, squeezed in the middle, not only showed not the slightest impatience, but smiled like a shopkeeper.

"Everyone, don't rush, come one at a time."

"Materials are limited, and drawing these talismans also consumes quite a bit of divine

get it! We

identity token in front of Su Ming. "Fifty points of Military Merit, exchange for one pasted on my sword hilt. That reforged sword of yours is good, but I've been killing too fiercely these past few days,

Chen Chuan taking the lead, the

transfer too! I have thirty

fifty!

a piece of cold iron essence I captured last time, can

Ming refused

didn't make outrageous demands, charging only thirty to fifty points of Military Merit per talisman, or equivalent materials. This price was practically a steal for these old

good stuff that could save lives, save effort, and make

a whole afternoon, Su Ming

Yu helped him calculate the optimal spiritual energy ratio in his Consciousness Sea, while Su Ming was responsible for

horn sounded, Su Ming rubbed his sore, swollen wrist and glanced at the number

and thirty

iron, beast hides, and spirit ore heaped at his

is faster than robbery." Lin Yu sighed. "Disciple, do you understand now? In the cultivation world, the primary productive force is always technology. Rather than going

watching the other man run off joyfully to try it out, a faint smile curling at the corner of

isn't

token, his gaze sweeping over the old soldiers in the barracks tent who looked at him with gratitude and

making

Military Merit was certainly important, but these old soldiers, each owing him

bowls, piled high with steaming stewed meat. "The mess hall has spirit-horned mutton today, I

Ming took the bowl, smelling the rich aroma of meat, feeling the exhaustion of the entire day dissipate

"Thanks, Brother Zhao."

a bite of the mutton, his mouth full of savory

......

night was as dark as ink. Inside Stone Hut Number Seven of Bing Battalion, only a bean-sized spirit

fragment in his hand. Deep blue water spiritual energy coiled and extended from his fingertips like spider silk, attempting to probe into the obscure,

starting to get a rough idea of what Elder Mo meant

up formations, I always thought about how to use spiritual energy to 'collide'