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

to hear the suddenly intensified breathing and the subtle whispers. He gave Qingfeng and Mingyue another nod, then turned and walked towards the cloud-shrouded stone steps leading

this path

sect disciple, hustling for a living, carefully

then, no one would spare him

But now.

Ming could clearly feel countless gazes sticking to

was envy, the outer sect disciples' longing for "opportunity"; there was jealousy, the resentment of self-proclaimed geniuses wondering "why

Ming tightened his hand hidden in his

mind to the fellow disciples on either side with

steps were

stairs made a faint but clear

Tap. Tap.

thicker. The noisy human voices were

this spiritual energy field was

But now...

Seal" within his body, the myriad formations covering

physical eyes, but with the perception granted by the

within the stone

Formation" drifting within the clouds

guarding various cave dwellings resembled cocoons of light in

several massive, ancient formation veins, seemingly fused with the mountain itself, pulsed slowly like the blood vessels of a

Eye" of a

footsteps paused for an

took a deep breath

starlight deep in his eyes brightened

longer

examine this immortal mountain where he would reside long-term, from the perspective of a

know how long

of the mist, a simple, ancient pavilion slowly revealed

Starfall Pavilion.

surface covered with naturally formed silver patterns resembling stellar trajectories. There was no vegetation around the pavilion, no insect sounds, even the wind here became gentle and silent,

were no guards outside the

lamps burned quietly in the wind, their flames an unusual

But Su Ming stopped.

Because he felt pressure.

pressure,

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, emitting a complex fluctuation mixed with reverence, affinity, and an extremely faint trace of