Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 338: Returning Boat, Blood Still Cool

A moment of clarity dawned upon Su Ming's heart.

What are formations? Mountains, rivers, plants, and trees can be formations. The sun, moon, and stars can be formations. Even the obsessions and the desire to protect within a person's heart are a kind of formation.

The Border Defense True Seal that had merged into his body did not, like in those storybook tales, directly impart to him some peerless cultivation method or a cultivation level that would allow him to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

It merely gave Su Ming a pair of "eyes."

A pair of eyes capable of seeing through the surface appearance to perceive the operating logic of all things.

Within this river of stars, Su Ming seemed to see countless figures with their backs turned to him.

They were the formation masters who had guarded the Northern Frontier through the generations. Some had frozen to death amidst wind and snow, some had been utterly annihilated, leaving not even bones behind, in beast tides, and some had died of old age before their formation diagrams.

Their faces were blurred and indistinct, but the aura emanating from them was startlingly consistent.

It was a kind of silence and tenacity as unyielding as bedrock.

One gaunt, withered figure among them slowly turned around.Although the face was unclear, Su Ming knew it was Elder Mo.

The old man did not speak. He merely pointed a finger lightly towards Su Ming.

*Hum!*

Su Ming felt only a violent tremor in his Consciousness Sea.

The surrounding grand spectacle of the starry river instantly shattered, transforming into countless fragmented golden points of light that melted into his soul like spring rain.

An unprecedented sense of "rhythm" spontaneously arose within his heart.

It was akin to a tone-deaf person suddenly understanding the melody of a piece of music; or like a blind person seeing colors for the first time.

He no longer needed to deliberately calculate the angle of each rune or the amount of spiritual energy output.

As soon as his spiritual sense stirred, those runes would automatically arrange and combine within his perception, finding the most perfect, most effortless, and also the most lethal positions.

"Using the formation as the bone, using the heart as the guide..."

An obscure set of mnemonics flowed past his heart.

Ming's consciousness began

falling disappeared, replaced

in his chest and a gentle, mellow stream of spiritual energy slowly flowing through his meridians, repairing his

"Awake?"

with weariness, yet also carrying a tone of relief,

It was Lin Yu.

Ming didn't open his eyes, only responding weakly in his heart, "Master... are we... still

Lin Yu's voice held a trace of an extremely rare,

mean?"

national treasure of the Cloud Hidden Sect. The way that Golden Core cultivator was looking at you just

Su Ming: "..."

great effort, he controlled his eyelids, slowly opening them a

drafty stone roof of that hut, but a canopy of tasseled curtains exquisitely embroidered with cloud patterns. The air was suffused with the faint scent of Spirit-Concentrating Incense.

the bedside was a middle-aged cultivator wearing dark golden

sharp as a torch, yet he deliberately restrained

"Awake?"

opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry he

drop of emerald-green spiritual liquid, and sent it

into a cool, refreshing sensation that

Su Ming..." Su Ming struggled, wanting to

"Lie down."

of your ribs are broken, your meridians are depleted, and your soul is overdrawn. If not for this 'Border Defense True Seal'

True Seal," Su Ming instinctively reached to

the originally scalding-hot mark had already calmed, sinking back

bother feeling for it. It's still

flicker of complex emotion passed through Li Changfeng's eyes. "Once this thing has acknowledged a master, unless you die, or unless you willingly pass it on to the next

paused, his tone

do you know what

a moment. In his mind flashed Elder Mo's final resolute

somewhat hoarse, yet it carried a steadiness that didn't match his age. "...the vital points of all seventy-nine major formations in the Northern

of appreciation flashed in Li

Your mind is still

the curtains towards the window outside. "The sect has already taken control of this place. Those two Cloud-Piercing Battleships are right overhead. From

words sounded lofty and righteous, but to Su Ming, well-versed in the Way of Survival, he heard another layer

he was free, yet he had also completely lost

sect. Perhaps he would be confined to some cave dwelling abundant in spiritual energy, copying formation diagrams day and night until the last drop of

this situation... is a bit tricky," Su Ming