Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 332: Remnants

Panic spread like a plague, instantly flooding the small stone hut.

Some began to sob quietly, some beat the walls in despair, and some even had flickering eyes that glanced toward the teleportation formation, as if calculating something.

"Instructor Su!" Lu Jun suddenly grabbed Su Ming's sleeve, as if clutching at a final lifeline. "The teleportation formation! Let's activate the teleportation formation! We might not have high-grade spirit stones, but we can pool our mid-grade ones, even stack low-grade spirit stones! As long as we can get out of here, anywhere is fine!"

"Yes! Teleport! Even if we land off-target, it's better than waiting here to die!" Several wounded soldiers echoed in agreement.

Su Ming looked at Lu Jun expressionlessly, letting him hold onto his sleeve.

"Lu Jun."

Su Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power that instantly silenced the noisy room.

"You studied the basics of spatial arrays. You should know what happens if a teleportation formation has insufficient spiritual energy, or if the spirit stone quality is inadequate."

Lu Jun froze for a moment, his lips trembling. "It... it would cause spatial tremors..."

"No, that's the mild outcome." Su Ming cut him off, his gaze sharp as a blade. "The more likely scenario is that we get torn to shreds by spatial turbulence within the transmission channel, or part of our body gets transmitted while the rest remains here."He pointed at his own waist. "Do you want to experience what it feels like to have only your upper half return to the sect?"

Lu Jun shuddered all over, subconsciously letting go and taking two steps back.

"But... but staying here is also death!" Lu Jun shouted, breaking down. "The northern route is cut off, the sleeper agent has run away. With our few people, wounded and crippled, how are we supposed to fight the insect swarm?"

Su Ming didn't answer immediately.

He turned around and looked through the broken window lattice toward the direction of Iron Wall Pass.

The flames there were still burning, dyeing the night sky a bloody red.

"First."

Su Ming raised one finger, his tone as calm as if giving a lecture. "The teleportation formation's destination is fixed—it's the outpost of the sect's 'Northern Border Patrol Division.' If that place was safe, why didn't the sleeper agent teleport directly away, but instead chose to run south? This indicates that the other end of the teleportation formation is probably more dangerous than here."

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. In their extreme panic, they had overlooked this simple logic.

"Second."

Su Ming raised a second finger. "We indeed don't have high-grade spirit stones, but the sect does."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over each person's face. "Iron Wall Pass has fallen, Elder Mo sacrificed himself with the formation, the earth veins were detonated. With such a huge commotion, do you think the sect wouldn't know about it?"

"Will... will the sect come?" the old soldier with the broken leg mumbled, asking.

"They definitely will."

Su Ming stated resolutely, his gaze so firm it brooked no doubt. "Iron Wall Pass is the northern gateway. The sect would never stand by and do nothing. Flying boats, warships, even Nascent Soul Ancestors are probably already on their way."

he

people hope. Even if this hope was a painted cake, it could keep

still carried that scorching hot "Formation Heart Seal" in his embrace. That was the lifeline of the entire northern defense line. The

to

like a calming pill. "Waiting here is both for

in his eyes gradually fading,

"Alright, stop standing around."

Ming clapped his hands, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "Anyone who wants to live, listen

Jun, take two people who understand formations and go outside to camouflage that teleportation formation. No need to repair it, just make it less conspicuous. Remember, set up a few 'Warning Bells' around it. Use the most basic vibration runes,

his back. Having a task

hut. Move the severely wounded onto the stone beds. Use a fire starter to make a fire, but don't use an open flame. Surround it with stones

with the broken leg, Old Zhang, responded and called a few people to start

take shifts on watch. Focus on the direction of Iron Wall Pass and the northern approach. At the

arranged everything methodically. Each of his instructions was clear, specific,

need grand strategies; they just need to know what

walked alone to the

crouched down and carefully examined the

this secret tunnel still

probably mostly collapsed. But this entrance section seems relatively stable. Keep it. If we truly get surrounded, we

out a

and exhaustion he had been forcibly suppressing surge up like a tide,

The night deepened.

stone hut, the wind

crude, the "underfloor heating" and human presence provided

Jun curled up by the door, holding a

in the darkest corner of the

from the previous battle. The medicinal power transformed into a warm current, slowly nourishing his parched

he didn't rush to guide the medicinal power to repair

within his body, softly enveloping the "Formation Heart Seal" floating deep

emitting an extremely faint, yet incredibly

......

third quarter

the darkest time before dawn, and when people were

"Whoo—whoo whoo—"

owl call suddenly came

signal from Lu Jun, who

instantly woke up. Old Zhang almost instinctively grabbed the half-broken blade beside him. Even with a broken leg, that

trace of

ghost, and he pressed a hand over Lu Jun's mouth just

"Shh."

raised a finger, signaling

and once again urged the "Formation Heart Seal," carefully extending his divine

North.