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."

hint of teasing, yet lacking the usual

Su Ming directed his spiritual sense

brow couldn't help

somewhat withered from using the '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

cycle of spiritual energy would trigger an extremely minute pulsation at his Dantian's

Thump. Thump.

a heartbeat, but more like mountains breathing, the pulse of

inhaled and exhaled the surrounding spiritual energy, transforming it into that special spiritual energy imbued with earth vein properties, nourishing his

originally fractured ribs had already

"Feels different, right?"

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 earth vein essence from half of Iron Wall Pass

slowly exhaled a mouthful of

a flash of intertwined dark blue and pale golden

fortune is too heavy. It crushed tens of thousands to death. I'm just the lucky survivor who happened to pick up the

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 some drama like 'Su Ming

Ming adjusted

color, caked with dark red blood scabs, its cuffs burnt with several charred holes

"Let's go."

wasn't

...

Guiding Peak plaza.

waiting here. Among them were menial posts from the outer sect, elite disciples from the inner sect, and even several stewards

the entire Cloud Hidden Sect overnight

one of the accompanying Technical Assistant Repair Specialists returned