Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 340: The Mountain Gate Remains Silent

Two familiar figures suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

"Su Ming!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue practically shoved aside several outer sect disciples blocking their way as they charged up to Su Ming.

Looking at Su Ming's current state, Qingfeng opened his mouth, but the teasing words that had been on the tip of his tongue seemed to be blocked by something. His gaze lingered on Su Ming's torn and mended sleeve cuffs and his collar stained with black soot for a long time, finally transforming into a heavy sigh.

He reached out and gave Su Ming's shoulder a firm pat.

"Just glad you're back."

Only four words.

Yet they made Su Ming's heart, which had been as hard as iron ever since Iron Wall Pass, tremble slightly.

Mingyue held a small storage pouch in her hand. She didn't speak, just silently handed the bundle over.

Su Ming took it and extended his divine sense inside. Inside was a brand new set of outer sect disciple robes and several bottles of elixirs carefully wrapped in red silk."Thank you."

Su Ming looked at the two of them, the corner of his mouth twitching with great effort to form a faint, barely noticeable curve. "Sorry for worrying you."

"What kind of nonsense is that." Qingfeng sniffled, forcibly recovering some of his usual nonchalance. "The old guys at the Repair Hall are practically going crazy with worry. Wang Defa has been burning incense at the entrance every day, saying he'll go vegetarian for three years if you just come back. Since you're back, hurry up and go clean yourself up. Who are you trying to scare looking like a ghost?"

Su Ming nodded without saying more.

He turned around, faced Li Changfeng, bowed, and performed a flawless, textbook-perfect disciple salute.

"Elder, this disciple will now return to Formation Peak to report?"

Li Changfeng looked at him, a flicker of something complex and nearly imperceptible passing through his eyes, then nodded. "Shishu Xuanheng is waiting for you at Starfall Pavilion."

The two words "Xuanheng" were like a stone thrown into a still lake.

The crowd, which had maintained a surface-level silence, finally stirred with a suppressed commotion. Several stewards from the Discipline Hall exchanged glances. Among the inner sect disciples, some had their expressions change slightly, while others seemed lost in thought.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding discussions that had just begun to subside exploded again like boiling water.

"Starfall Pavilion? Isn't that the forbidden area of Formation Peak?"

"Even the Sect Master has been alerted? What on earth did Su Ming bring back?"

seems the rumors

the suddenly intensified breathing and the subtle whispers. He gave Qingfeng and Mingyue another

had walked this path

lowly outer sect disciple, hustling for a living, carefully

no one would spare him a second

But now.

could clearly feel countless gazes sticking

was envy, the outer sect disciples' longing for "opportunity"; there was jealousy, the resentment of self-proclaimed geniuses wondering "why him"; and there was scrutiny, the greed of various factions trying to see through

his hand hidden in

the fellow disciples on either

Ming's steps

the stone stairs made a faint but

Tap. Tap.

The noisy human voices were gradually left behind, replaced by the unique spiritual energy

past, this spiritual energy field

But now...

slight tremor of the "Border Defense True Seal" within his body, the myriad

with his physical eyes, but with

Formation" hidden within the stone steps beneath

"Lost Trace Illusion Formation" drifting within the

"Five Elements Restriction Formations" guarding various cave

veins, seemingly fused with the mountain

Eye" of a formation

footsteps paused for an imperceptible

and took a deep breath of the air saturated with the rhythm

starlight deep in his eyes brightened by another

no longer merely

truly examine this immortal mountain where he would

didn't know how long he had

the mist, a simple, ancient pavilion

Starfall Pavilion.

resembling stellar trajectories. There was no vegetation around the pavilion, no insect sounds, even

guards outside the

eternal lamps burned quietly in the wind, their flames an unusual

But Su Ming stopped.

Because he felt pressure.

spiritual pressure, nor

to ebb and flow accordingly. The dust in the air slowly rotated and settled along some profound trajectory. Light distorted here, making the pavilion's outline sometimes clear, sometimes blurred. What made Su Ming's heart palpitate even more was that the "Border Defense True Seal" within his body, which had always pulsed steadily, now trembled slightly,