Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 339: The Mountain Gate Remains Silent

"Disciple, don't think that far ahead."

Lin Yu yawned, "Focus on recovering from your injuries first. That old fellow just fed you a drop of spiritual liquid that's truly a good thing. Quickly circulate the 'Like Water Art' and don't let it go to waste."

"Also, the things you saw in that 'dream' of yours—strike while the iron is hot and quickly go over them in your mind. That is actually your biggest gain from this time."

Su Ming closed his eyes and complied, circulating his cultivation method.

As spiritual energy flowed within his body, he discovered that his 'Like Water Art' seemed to have undergone some subtle changes as well. The spiritual energy, which originally resembled a trickling stream, had now become more viscous and heavy. As it circulated, it faintly carried a hint of the rhythm of the earth veins.

It was the rhythm of breathing in unison with the great earth.

"It's truly good to be alive."

Su Ming softly sighed within his heart.

But he knew this was merely the beginning.

...The cloud-piercing ship broke through layers of clouds, the dawn's early light dyeing the mist around Guiding Peak half-gold and half-purple.

Su Ming awoke amidst a slight jostling.

He did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he instinctively held his breath, his right index finger imperceptibly hooking toward his sleeve cuff—a non-existent formation flag was hidden there. This was a habit he had developed in the ruins of Iron Wall Pass, a muscle memory named "always ready to fight for your life."

"Stop hooking. No bugs this time, just a group of fellow disciples."

Sea, carrying a hint of teasing, yet lacking the usual taut string of tension, "However, you should still take

this, Su Ming directed his spiritual sense

looking, his brow couldn't

'Beacon Fire,' were now enveloped by a pale golden light membrane. This was not ordinary spiritual energy, but an aura that felt more substantial and weathered. The 'Like Water Art' within his body was still circulating on its own, but the

would trigger an extremely minute pulsation at his

Thump. Thump.

more like mountains breathing, the pulse of the earth miniaturized and contained

True Seal' quietly hovered at the center of the Qihai, like a slumbering star. With Su Ming's breathing, it inhaled and exhaled the surrounding spiritual energy, transforming

fractured ribs had already healed, even becoming

"Feels different, right?"

voice chimed in at the right moment, "If your spiritual energy before was like 'stream water'—flexible but lacking power—now this thing has mixed 'sand' and 'iron filings' into your spiritual energy. That old man used his own Golden Core as a furnace, refining the

of turbid

within his pupils, a flash of intertwined dark

calm it betrayed no emotion, "This fortune is too heavy. It crushed tens of thousands to death. I'm

Alright, pack up this gloomy air. The ship has stopped. If that bunch outside sees you looking as mournful as if you've lost both parents, they'll definitely cook up

adjusted his

cyan outer sect disciple's robe was long past its original color, caked with dark red blood scabs, its cuffs burnt with several charred holes by sparks. But he did

"Let's go."

His pace wasn't fast, but it was

...

Guiding Peak plaza.

were menial posts from the outer sect, elite disciples from the inner sect, and even several stewards who were usually as elusive as dragons appearing head

tragedy had spread throughout the

accompanying Technical Assistant Repair